The note was only as wide as a finger.
The front read: No contact.
The back read: Trust temporarily.
After reading it, the female student council president crumpled the note into a ball and stuffed it into her pocket.
Even though it was barely recognizable, burning it was the best step to take, not carelessly tossing it into a trash bin.
“It has nothing to do with the ‘Ghost Squad’.”
“Can we trust it temporarily?”
The female student council president subconsciously looked toward Jason.
When she saw Jason stand up to get more food once again, the corner of her mouth twitched.
The female student council president furrowed her brows at this time.
“Giselle’s bounty is 50,000.”
“Then there’s another 500,000 reward for finding the person who put a bounty on Giselle.”
“Have you investigated Giselle?”
The student council president turned and asked.
“We have, she’s clean, but sometimes she falls asleep for no reason…”
“Don’t worry about that, Giselle had an accident once, it’s a sequelae.”
“It seems like Giselle is just an ordinary woman, so…”
The student council president waved her hand to interrupt the servant’s report and then, fell into deep thought.
The servant did not disrupt her contemplation.
Not until the student council president raised her head again did he ask, “Miss, what should we do?”
“Let’s wait and see.”
“Newdeth City is no longer the Decheng of the past.”
“We need to be extremely cautious.”
“Help me investigate Dadas—be careful, she is likely a person from the ‘Mystical Side.'”
The student council president instructed.
The servant bowed and quickly left.
After the servant’s departure, only the student council president remained in the office.
She pondered once more.
“Jason hasn’t just come into contact with the ‘Bizarre.’
Moreover, he must have also made contact with the normal ‘Mystical Side.’
Only this could explain the additional 500,000 bounty, which ordinary organizations simply couldn’t afford, especially in Newdeth City where such a large amount of funds moving couldn’t possibly escape my notice.”
“This could also explain why Jason is still alive and well.”
“A strong personal will and the teachings of some organization of the ‘Mystical Side.’
“Which organization might that be?”
“Is cooperation possible?”
The student council president silently mulled over this.
Such contemplation continued until Jason knocked on the door—
said the student council president as she stood up from her chair.
Jason pushed the door and entered.
the female baker said with self-awareness in a low voice.
The student council president, however, showed a smile of apology.
Then, the room door slowly closed.
A harsh expression immediately appeared on the baker’s face.
The next moment, the baker looked around, somewhat confused.
Did I zone out again?
She thought to herself quietly.
Meanwhile, inside the room, after Jason sat down, the student council president spoke up neatly.
“Teacher Jason, I know your identity.”
The student council president said with great certainty.
Her expression conveyed a sense of ease and confidence.
Do I have an identity that even I am unaware of?
Jason was taken aback, and then without saying much, he simply watched the student council president quietly.
“You’ve experienced the Bizarre!”
“Probably those not recorded in the files.”
“At the same time, you were lucky enough to encounter an organization from the ‘Mystical Side’ with a bottom line, and that’s why you were able to survive.”
“Please rest assured, I have no intention of probing into the peculiar experiences you’ve had, nor will I inquire about the ‘Mystical Side’ organization you belong to.”
“I’d simply like to engage in deeper communication and cooperation with you.”
The student council president said slowly.
However, after a pause in her speech, she spoke again.