How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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"I'm talking about that Henson, who said to my maid, 'Duel type, one-shot Cliff.' I wasn't there at the time... Why would he mistake my maid for me?"

Although Sirocco had confirmed it beforehand, Cass still couldn't help but ask:

"Does this mean that... my identity has been exposed to the Fallen Order? To find out so quickly, they might have already infiltrated the National Explorers Academy."

"Ah."

Sirocco popped the jelly into his mouth and swallowed it.

"You're right about one thing. They have indeed infiltrated the school."

"So that's how it is, no wonder he knew... yeah right—!"

Cass was so excited he almost stood up, but his voice was a bit loud, so he had to give a wry smile and apologize to the few customers around him.

"Isn't this terrible? Everyone at school is in danger!"

"calm down."

Unlike the excited Cass, Sirocco ate his meal nonchalantly.

"My next goal is to eliminate the Fallen Order members from the school."

"...Huh? Really?"

Upon hearing this, Cass touched his chest.

As expected, Sirocco wouldn't sit idly by and wait for its doom.

"Keeping them around wouldn't do any good... even though it's just a side benefit. It's just that I might have to take a long leave starting next week."

"A long holiday?"

Afterwards, Sirocco and Cass discussed some general plans for the future.

"Dungeon quests... We won't have a chance to meet for a long time..."

Cass was very disappointed.

According to Sirocco, he will not be seen for up to two weeks, or even longer.

It would be a lie to say I'm not worried.

But right now, there's another problem that's troubling Cass.

anyway.....

The Fallen Demon Society already knows that I'm impersonating my brother?

If the news reaches his mother, Victoria, she will soon receive a notice of expulsion.

Cass opened the ring clock and glanced at the news—

Henson was arrested and has been executed.

Those who knew my inside story are dead, but that doesn't guarantee that my true identity hasn't spread within the Fallen Order.

"What's wrong? You look terrible. Does your stomach hurt?"

"No, it's just... the air conditioning is a bit cold..."

Cass himself knew the lie was clumsy, and his face turned ashen.

In fact, Sirocco's spoon scooped up the strawberry tarts slower than usual, and he looked at himself suspiciously.

In that case, only by killing them all can we ensure that the news doesn't reach Vitoris.

I absolutely cannot drop out of school.

My relationship with Sirocco has only just begun, and the hard-won closeness is about to fade again...

As a dark thought arose in his mind, he pondered how to find each member of the Fallen Order and have Hertanid devour them.

“Cass, back to your question. Henson said, ‘As expected of you, no wonder you could instantly kill Cliff in the duel,’ right?”

"Uh? Ah, yes, yes."

Sirocco finally put on a serious expression, but he was still eating the still-unmelted shaved ice in his hand... Didn't he feel cold and his teeth were chattering?

"He probably doesn't know who you are; he's just mistaken you for someone else."

"Huh?! How could I possibly mistake someone for someone else?"

Cass quickly covered his mouth.

Sirocco slowly began eating the strawberries that were saved for last:

"Members of the Fallen Order help each other but do not interfere with one another. Their highest code of conduct is 'sacred duty,' and each person's sacred duty is different."

Unless required by a notice or the objectives are the same, members of the mission typically do not exchange information.

The announcement of the sacred document was made directly by Izabilis.

Henson was a member of the lower-level organization, and even lower-level personnel.

The mission he received was probably something like 'give power to the blue-haired people at the amusement park platform.' He wasn't concerned with whether it was accurate; rather, he was thinking about how to understand it. Ha, a bunch of lunatics.

Sirocco chopped the shortbread with a spoon with annoyance, muttering: "Without the Fallen Demons Guild, this game would just be a slice-of-life anime, and the opponents would be easier to deal with."

“According to you,” Cass continued, “to what you mean.”

"Is Henson, who is looking for 'blue-haired people,' possibly mistaking other blue-haired people for others?"

"Correct."

"The last thing they told me was something I overheard from a colleague who was lurking in the school. Just because of my blue hair, they... mistook me for a maid?"

Sirocco nodded:

"The information exchange between their personnel is very mixed, especially for the lowest level like Henson who receives information one-way, and the information is even more distorted."

"Just because I heard the keywords 'Cass' and 'blue hair,' I mistook the maid for you. You're clearly not even the same gender!"

"Although your situation seems more like a chain reaction affecting a supporting character alongside the protagonist," Sirocco quietly added.

Cass touched his hair with mixed feelings.

In other words, Henson mistook me for Cass last night simply because my outfit happened to fit the description?

He would say the same thing if he encountered other blue-haired people.

The bad luck is that it had to happen to me.

Fortunately, it happened to me, and I didn't harm any other ordinary people who were powerless.

What a strange organization.

Using "sacred duties"? ...This sounds so nice, yet it's a casual way of causing harm or even death to people.

Fortunately, after this discussion, it can at least be confirmed that the other party may not have realized their true identity.

Henson admitted his mistake.

It's better to think this way for now.

"call....."

Thinking this way, Cass felt much more relaxed.

But the thought that such people are lurking in the city, even in schools, makes me feel uncomfortable.

The seemingly clean and spotless room harbors countless cockroaches in unseen corners...

Just thinking about it made Cass's face turn black with disgust.

"The tuners can't gather much intelligence... Henson, a low-level employee, only knows how to follow orders, right?"

"Junior staff? More or less."

Sirocco smiled, acknowledging the analogy.

“These D-class personnel only receive information on ‘what to do,’ not ‘why to do it.’ Who told you, Cass, that your maid looks so much like you, and you even let her use a weapon the same color as you?”

"I had no choice! She insisted on copying me."

"Why has your voice become so high-pitched...? That maid looks so much like you, I almost thought she was your sister Katya, but that's impossible, she's in hibernation in her hospital bed."

"..."

Cass could only silently sweat profusely.

Sirocco kept calling her "maid, maid."

Could it be that Hill didn't tell Sirocco his name?

Or perhaps, Sirocco is simply not interested in being followed?

Cass frowned slightly in displeasure and bit his lower lip.

"However, what Henson said to the maid at the end, given their character, was genuine praise and admiration, but it was quite funny that he admitted he was wrong."

"Haha...I see."

"Since we're talking about D-level personnel, I'll also mention their organizational structure. It's basically the kind of run-of-the-mill organization you see everywhere..."

Sirocco paused, his emerald eyes fixed on him.

"What's wrong?"