Tokyo.

Towering high-rise buildings stand like guns and halberds pointing directly at the sky.

The azure sky is thus cut into pieces.

Only in Ayase, Adachi District, where there aren't many high-rise buildings, can the rooftop provide an unobstructed view of the unpolluted, beautiful sky.

At this moment, the school's club activities haven't ended yet.

Arakawa Reina quickly left the school, raced across the rooftops, and finally landed outside the yard of the Morimoto Family.

She didn't intrude directly, and softly chanted the name of a Noble Phantasm. As she raised her hand, glistening threads suddenly appeared in the void and snaked their way inside.

Under her control, the threads gently swept through the yard, confirming there were no alarm measures, and then circled around the exterior of the house.

Arakawa Reina didn't idle either, she followed the threads to circle the house once.

After her on-site reconnaissance, she decided to invade indoors through the glass door on the side.

The threads drilled through the door gaps into the interior.

She crouched on the wall, watching the threads advance along the walls in the living room, seemingly without surveillance cameras or alarms.

The touch was very smooth.

This somewhat surprised Arakawa Reina, she initially assumed that this house would be made into something like a steel fortress.

The onsite defenses were unexpectedly easy to breach.

In retrospect, who would dare spy on the home of two Treasure Users?

Arakawa Reina realized that she was still viewing problems from the limited perspective of ordinary people.

She used the threads to wrap around the door handle inside and twisted open the glass sliding door.

Leaping gracefully, she didn't touch the ground, her feet balanced on the threads, she silently infiltrated the living room.

The threads replaced her hands, opened the sliding door connecting the living room and the hallway, and then proceeded inside.

Cameras and bugs were pulled out from her pocket by the glistening threads, drifting in the air like dandelions in the breeze.

She wasn't necessarily wanting to monitor Aozawa, but simply wanted to know what Aozawa did in his bedroom at night.

If she accidentally stumbled onto Aozawa and Morimoto Chiyoda in action, then she'd have hit the jackpot.

Even if she didn't see Aozawa and Morimoto Chiyoda's affairs.

Just being able to secretly watch Aozawa every night without his knowledge, understanding what he was doing.

This alone was enough to excite Arakawa Reina.

Of course, such a thing mustn't be discovered by Aozawa.

The cameras and bugs needed to be hidden well.

Using the threads, she opened the doors on both sides of the corridor, glanced casually, and identified the room most likely to be Aozawa's bedroom.

The decor inside was very simple, there were dumbbells for exercise on the floor, and a bamboo sword for home practice.

Leaning against the wall.

The tip of the bamboo sword appeared large and round.

Arakawa Reina swallowed, deciding against doing anything rash as it was getting late.

She thought for a moment and decided to place the bugs and cameras on the bookshelf to avoid Aozawa's discovery.

After setting it up, she swiftly left the bedroom.

She ran outside, the threads restoring all the doors to their original state.

She looked down at her phone and found she was able to precisely see the interior of the bedroom.

Arakawa Reina flashed a satisfied smile, quickly distancing herself from there.

...

"Chief, Arakawa Reina just entered your residence. There are bugs and monitors installed in the room on the west side of the ground floor."

The Morimoto Family seemed to have no defenses.

In truth, there had been remote surveillance cameras focused on the Morimoto Family's building all along.

No insights on the inside.

But monitoring personnel could see outside conditions, anyone climbing into the yard couldn't escape their surveillance.

Intelligence Division personnel were on standby nearby as well.

It's just that Arakawa Reina's identity and skills led them to choose to report the matter rather than stop her.

"Is that so, can you guys hijack the monitors and bugs?"

Morimoto Chiyoda immediately understood that Arakawa Reina placed the surveillance cameras and bugs in Aozawa's room.

How perverted.

She had always felt that there was something off about Arakawa Reina, and now it seems there's definitely an issue with her personality.

What normal girl would install surveillance cameras and bugs on someone they like?

What is she planning?

Morimoto Chiyoda could figure it out even with her toes, it's nothing more than adding to her spell materials.

She didn't plan to dismantle it immediately.

If too straightforwardly dismantling it, Arakawa Reina might do it a second or third time; rather, another approach was preferable.

Give Arakawa Reina a warning, urging her to restrain her own character.

"Chief, trust our intelligence team's skills, we can ensure a fake video and audio feed for her."

Hearing her subordinate's confident words, Morimoto Chiyoda had a bold plan in mind; doesn't Arakawa Reina want to spy?

Morimoto Chiyoda intends to provide Arakawa Reina with the most explosive video footage to show her that spying on others isn't a good thing.

Thinking about the expression on Arakawa Reina's face watching the fake footage, Morimoto Chiyoda couldn't help but curl her lips upwards.

Just then, the phone indicated another person was calling.

She came to her senses and said, "Wait for my instructions, I'll hang up now."

"Alright."

After hanging up the call, she answered another one—it was her secretary with a crisp voice, speaking with a hint of heaviness, "Chief, Johnny died at Kuroki Cafe at Shinjuku station."

We've investigated surrounding monitors, and the footage was clearly tampered with.

We also asked the guests present, they said at two o'clock, John suddenly slumped over the table, and they thought he had fallen asleep."

"Is that so."

Morimoto Chiyoda furrowed her brow; John was an agent she sent to investigate Institute No. 47.

He died directly in Kuroki Cafe.

The people from Institute No. 47 wouldn't dare lay a hand on Emily, but they still had the courage and quite a lot of it, to target an investigator.