Suspiciously Wealthy Archmage (3)

The quiet old library building, usually deserted, was unusually noisy today.

“Ugh... what on earth is going on...”

Thomas, the vice president of the Ghost Story Research Club and an utterly ordinary second-year Economics student, muttered to himself with a miserable expression.

To be honest, the air had grown so heavy that he felt as though his breath would catch in his throat and kill him.

The already cramped clubroom had been divided exactly in half by an invisible boundary.

Even so, there was plenty of physical space on Thomas's side.

Including the club president, Silvia, the member Claire, and himself, there were four people at most.

The problem was the opposite side.

“...”

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