“So, your supernatural power got stronger, but now your clothes have to follow along with whatever you want to teleport? Why is your life always so messed up?”0

As Riana laughed, clutching her stomach, Connor Lint’s face grew increasingly sour. 0

“… I don’t know. How should I know?”0

Fortunately, thanks to contestant number 40 returning his clothes to the Royal Class students, Connor Lint was able to change back into his clothes and leave the auditorium.0

He hadn’t hoped he would win; all he wanted was for the whole thing to go by as quickly as possible. Now, all he wanted was to return to the dormitory and rest. He was struggling to hold together the pieces of his shattered mental state. It had been a terrible experience, but it was all over now. Were they all bad memories?0

“… Do you trust me?”0

“Of course.”0

Even though he didn’t trust himself, someone had smiled brightly and said they trusted him. That trust had allowed him to successfully use his new ability, even with its penalty. Who could that person be? He didn’t want to do anything specific, but it would be nice to at least know who they were. Maybe they could even be friends.0

The hand he had briefly held in order to teleport the girl—no, the boy—away had been strangely soft. Despite his nails looking terrible after chewing on them out of nervousness in the waiting room, his hand had been very soft.0

Connor Lint shook his head violently, trying to get rid of the strange thoughts that...0