The Evil Scientist is Too Competent-Chapter 170: New Semester (2)

“So, so anyway...!”

“Hmm. Interesting.”

Forced into joining the Magical Girl Club (Only Real Magical Girls Allowed), Snowah had initially been terrified.

And rightfully so.

Despite her harmless appearance as an awkward otaku girl, the person standing before her was none other than the Evil Magical Girl.

The lunatic who had shattered

the bones of dozens of magical girls in battle, only to casually strike up conversation afterward about how they needed more training.

And now? She was the Chairwoman of World Enemy, the organization governing threats to the entire world.

Who wouldn’t be terrified?

However, Snowah was sharp—sharper than most—and it didn’t take her long to uncover Aile’s true nature.

Who would believe it...? The Evil Magical Girl is actually...

An ordinary magical-girl otaku.

A socially inept loser who couldn’t even make a single proper friend.

Just look at her now.

Snowah had no idea what Aile was rambling about, but simply nodding along occasionally was enough to keep her chattering happily.

If Snowah really wanted to, she was pretty sure she could manipulate Aile and turn her into her personal toy.

Not that she’d ever do something that stupid.

After all, while Snowah might one day retire as a magical girl and find love, Aile acted like she’d be one forever. There was no telling how long that monster could remain a magical girl. Pissing her off wasn’t a risk worth taking.

“Uh, S-Snowah?”

“Yes? What is it?”

“I know it’s a little late to ask, but... d-do you think we’re friends now?”

“Hm. I wonder...”

“H-Huh!?”

Snowah’s vague answer sent Aile into a spiral of anxious overthinking.

Watching her squirm nervously, Snowah found it hard to believe that this was the same lunatic who had once broken every bone in her body.

Seeing Aile shoot her another anxious glance, Snowah realized it was time to give her an answer. Dragging it out any further would just make her suspicious.

“We’re friends. We’re even in the same club now.”

“R-Really!? Th-Then... is it okay if I call you Snowah?”

“Of course, Aile.”

“...S-Snowah!”

The way Aile beamed like a child made Snowah’s lingering resentment toward her waver just a little.

She still couldn’t quite believe she was getting along with someone who’d once broken her bones, but...

Maybe she’d get her revenge by subtly messing with her every now and then. It’d be fair payback—and fun too.

“Snowah, what’s your schedule tomorrow...?”

“I have classes, of course.”

“W-Would you like to eat lunch with me tomorrow?”

“Sure. How about we invite some of my friends too?”

“F-Friends of friends...!”

Aile giggled stupidly, and Snowah smiled despite herself.

Just then, someone else entered the clubroom.

A man with neatly combed hair and glasses, wearing a white coat. He looked too young to be a professor—probably a TA or a staff member?

One thing was for sure—he wasn’t a magical girl.

So, he probably wasn’t here to join the club.

Then again, Snowah couldn’t rule out the possibility that he’d shown up expecting an all-girls club.

“Aile. You here?”

“Oh—Scientist! What brings you here?”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me ‘Professor’ when we’re on campus?”

He waved it off casually, then noticed Snowah and nodded.

“Oh, there’s someone else here. Hey.”

“Y-Yes... hello.”

“I doubt we’ll need to interact much, but I’m Eight. I’ll be acting as this club’s advisor. Freshman?”

“Y-Yes. Snowah, first-year psychology.”

“Good, good. Take care of Aile for me, alright?”

Leaving behind a lighthearted smile, Eight stepped out of the room.

Being surrounded by girls had clearly worn him out.

Listening to his footsteps fade down the hall, Snowah cautiously turned to Aile.

“Um... Aile? Who was that?”

“O-Our professor.”

“How do you know him?”

“Ah, well, um...”

Aile scratched her cheek nervously.

She wasn’t sure if she should reveal Eight’s true identity to someone like Snowah.

After all, it was still classified information that Eight was a scientist for an evil organization.

Sure, there were vague rumors about a man like him online, but detailed records remained strictly confidential.

Even after winning the ABC Prize, very few people knew that Eight was, in fact, a villainous scientist.

“I-I met him while working part-time...”

“A part-time job? What kind of job lets you get close to a professor...?”

“Uh, um—why do you ask? Do you need something?”

“Well, having a professor or two you’re close to can make college life easier.”

“Oh, y-yeah. That’s true...”

Aile completely missed the hint of calculation in Snowah’s voice.

After all, it made perfect sense for a college student to want connections with professors. She herself had already received plenty of help from Eight.

But Snowah’s questions weren’t finished yet.

“How did someone that young become a professor? Or... does he just look young but is actually older than he seems?”

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“He’s... young. The professor, I mean.”

“Huh? How do you know that?”

“You didn’t know...? He won the ABC Prize recently—it was even on the news.”

“I don’t really care about stuff like that.”

Hearing those words, Aile gave a small nod as if it suddenly made sense.

Of course, Eight’s award had only caused a stir in E City. Even Aile wouldn’t be able to name any past ABC Prize winners off the top of her head.

Meanwhile, she could name every magical girl, even the unpopular ones, without missing a beat...

It wasn’t surprising that Snowah, despite her composed image, wasn’t much different.

Until just last year, Snowah had been a high school girl.

A high school girl who also happened to have the bizarre experience of being a magical girl.

“But still... young, huh? Must be nice...”

“W-What?”

“Aile? You said you’re close to Professor Eight, right?”

“Uh... yeah, sort of?”

“Perfect! Then how about we have lunch together with him tomorrow?”

“W-What? All of a sudden? He’s probably not gonna like that...”

Even as she voiced her concerns, Aile couldn’t bring herself to reject her very first friend’s request.

She nervously took out her phone, messaged Eight, and—

To her shock, he agreed without hesitation.

When Aile relayed his confirmation, Snowah’s eyes sparkled, and she broke into a wide, dazzling smile.

Seeing that expression stirred something strange and unfamiliar in Aile’s chest.

W-What is this...?

While Aile wrestled with the sudden swirl of emotions, Snowah thought back to the image of Eight and smirked.

I can’t believe someone like him actually exists...

From birth, Snowah had been a beauty—admired and adored even as a magical girl.

But she’d always dreamed of a Cinderella romance—falling for a man who was superior to her in every way and sweeping her off her feet.

That dream had never come true.

Finding a man who outclassed her in looks, intelligence, and charisma was practically impossible.

Yet now, standing right in front of her, was someone who met every single one of her standards.

Not much of an age gap either...

And honestly?

With looks and skills like his, even a ten-year gap wouldn’t have mattered.

“Well then, Aile. Shall we head home? Doesn’t look like anyone else is coming.”

“H-Huh? Oh... yeah...”

Snowah stood up, and Aile followed her, hesitating slightly.

What’s the worst that could happen?

The next day.

Aile realized her mistake immediately.

“Oh my gosh—really? That’s amazing, Professor!”

“Hmm? You think so? Personally, I think you’re even more impressive, Snowah. Balancing magical-girl work and school can’t be easy.”

“This? Oh, everyone does it. Even Aile—ah, never mind.”

Snowah had taken the seat right beside Eight and was openly flirting with him.

She hid her mouth behind her hand whenever she laughed, “accidentally” brushed her arm against his, and even touched his sleeve lightly as she spoke.

Even someone like Aile, who’d been bullied so much that she never developed proper communication skills, could tell what this was.

It was blatant—

That conniving btch...!*

For the first time in her life, Aile felt pure rage boil up inside her.

Her very first friend—someone she’d trusted—was nothing more than a backstabbing fox.

And now, that fox was drooling over Aile’s professor.

Unforgivable.