Miina produced metal from seawater, Shisae collected edible non-native animals, and Maiko, Maria, and Maya solved cases one after another with the police, and the failed Japanese society was quickly revived.

Meanwhile, Ikuo, a mere cab driver, was depressed.

However, it turned out that Ikuo’s teleportation also allows him to summon distant objects from afar.

IKUO succeeded in training for the apport while having erotic events happening with the heroines, and he made the apport his thing.

Japan needed to solve the problem of oil and other fuels within a month.

However, Japan was freed from its energy problem by obtaining a large amount of methane hydrate, the undersea resource of Ikuo’s apport.

The next day, Thursday.

The media was in an uproar.

A total of 50 videos of popular idol Yamachi’s casting couch and her teasing of junior idols had been uploaded to video sites and viewed more than 100 million times in total.

Although the agency and Yamachi had defended the video as fake, expert analysis quickly proved that it was a real video.

Now, Yamachi was said to be being interviewed by the police on charges of prostitution against the producer and assaulting a junior idol.

The commotion was not limited to the media; classrooms were also in turmoil.

The boys who had been Yamachi fans were the living dead, prostrate on their desks.

Some of the girls laughed it off as a pleasant surprise.

Some of the boys were shoulder to shoulder and crying.

“Ugh, I didn’t want to know this reality…”

“It’s a lie that Yamachi is doing a casting couch…”

“Our angel… What do we have to live for tomorrow…”

“That’s why I told you. You should give up on the 3D world as soon as possible!”

The last one was a little different from the others.

Next to me, Miinya broke out in a cold sweat.

“Hmm, I wonder if this is still Maria’s fault?”

“I-I don’t know…….”

“Good morning, everyone. What’s this all about?”

When Arima Maria, a lump of innocence and zero malice, descended on the classroom, the crying trio closed in on Maria.

“Arimaa! You’re the one who did that!?”

“There are some things in this world we’re better off not knowing!”

“I wanted to be fooled my whole life!”

“Arima is a 2.5D beautiful girl, so I think she’d look good in a cosplay!”

Maria threw me a look of judgment.

Kiriha also looked at me.

“Honey, what should I do with these guys?”

“I’m having trouble making a decision…”

I was so worried about them that it made my head hurt.

You could threaten Maria if she tried to harm them, but in a way, they were the victims.

Then, an unexpected helper showed up.

“What are you guys talking about? We should rather be thankful to Arima.”

Brushing back his long hair, Ijuin, a tall, handsome man, interrupted the conversation.

Ijuin was not intimidated by the trio’s hostile attitude but instead returned the gesture with a relaxed demeanor.

“Isn’t that so. You guys have been deceived until now, you know? But if Arima-san exposes the darkness of the entertainment world in this way, only the real idols will remain. In other words, we will know which angel of destiny you guys really should be rooting for.”

The trio’s faces were shocked, and the other boys, who had been propped up on their desks, twitched.

“Ugh, b-but, I wanted to be deceived by Yamachi. I didn’t want to know this cruel reality.”

“I understand your feelings. But what is really good is neither to be deceived nor to face the cruel reality. Isn’t it better to support the real angels?”

The trio’s backs arched and their eyes opened wide like flashlights.

The boys, who had been propped up on their desks, stood up with clenched fists.

“Right! The best thing we should do is support the real angel!”

“If it wasn’t for Arima, I’d almost keep supporting that bitch!”

“I’ve woken up! Arima, keep on exposing those bitches who deceive idol otaku! Arima is the ace of the police squad!”

“Arima has an anime voice!”

“I’ll take care of it. As a Thoughtography officer of the police squad, I’ll continue to upload evidence of crimes to video websites.”

—I can hear the end of the entertainment industry!

I silently offered a silent prayer.

Ijuin, on the other hand, was pleased to see Maria being revered by everyone.

In his own way, Ijuin seemed to support Maria.

I was grateful that Maria was saved thanks to him, but I was a little worried.

“Hey, shouldn’t we do this kind of thing less often?”

“What are you talking about, Okui? Isn’t this great?”

I turned around and Ijuin grabbed my shoulder.

“We are a police unit, and our job is to catch criminals. I rather dislike the privilege of excluding celebrities from psychic investigations because it saddens their fans.”

“That’s, well, but.”

“You’re a worrywart, Okui. The idol otaku are a lot tougher than you think, you know? As soon as one of their idols breaks up, they find the next one. Despair and sadness are a rite of passage. Besides, it’s a deterrent to crime. The best thing is not to solve the crime, but to prevent it from happening. And.”

Suddenly, Ijuin put his arm around my neck and whispered in my ear in a hushed voice.

“If someone goes against Arima-san, their corruption will be exposed, and even corrupt politicians will not be able to touch us, psychics. It seems that you and Sayuri-san are good friends, but politicians are different. It would be reassuring if the five of us four unique users and Arima-san could serve as a bargaining card.”

With that said, Ijuin moved away from me and joined the circle of boys, and started talking about entertainment.

Ijuin had a point.

There was no guarantee that a greedy politician wouldn’t make me and MIINA, their breadwinners, their personal property.

There was also the possibility that they would order me to assassinate a rival politician in order to teleport him/her to outer space.

But with Maria, the corrupt politicians would be quiet.

“A deterrent to crime?”

That being said, I became aware of Maiko.

Maiko’s psychometry was related to reading the scenes of cruel incidents, which was a heavy mental burden.

If Japan’s security improved and the crime itself decreased, the burden on psychometrists as a whole, including Maiko, would be lightened.

But why is this? I feel uneasy.

Then, before I knew it, I was talking to Maria.

“Hey Maria, you don’t have to go overboard, it’s not like Director Sayuri is telling you to do that.”

“I appreciate your concern. However, there is no wear and tear on my thoughtography and it will not take much effort. I will check with the police just to be sure. Besides, if I play an active role, it will reduce the burden on Maiko-san, and I myself can be a bargaining card to the corrupt politicians.”

“…I see, that’s fine then.”

—She noticed that. I knew she was smart and just too innocent.

Beautiful, smart, innocent, and devoted.

Maria had nothing but charm as a person, and I couldn’t help but wish her happiness.