Chapter 212: A Shocking Fact (5)

“Oh, you’re right. What a shame. If he were here, this would’ve been a lot easier.”

Ryuto couldn’t help exclaiming.

It’d be weird if he were online. There’s no way he’d log in himself—he’d give himself away. Not when he could just log in now and expose himself.

Well, I am using an alt account...

Still, it sure is nice to have an alt. Long live alt accounts! Though I only made this one back then to test its security, I have to admit this time my little alt buddy saved me.

“Then we’re out of options, aren’t we? Not if he’s not here.”

“Yeah. I hadn’t thought of that, but...”

“But?”

“Maybe we can find something by looking through some of his posts. I think I once saw a post of his with something about cracking passwords... Ah, here it is.”

“What’s this...?”

“It’s software specifically designed to crack passwords.”

“Made specifically for cracking passwords? Something like this exists? How come I’ve never heard of it?”

“He probably made it himself.”

“He made it himself?”

“Well, that’s pretty likely. He’s always making stuff like this, though I don’t understand any of it. Let’s download it first, and then...”

“...”

Damn it. I never expected this to happen. Since it’s all online, there’s no way to know who this so-called God of ACG really is. With skills like that, the God of ACG could very well be Dark Men. He might just be accessing his own page and logging in with another account or something. But even so, there’s nothing I can do about it. I have no way to prove anything. Even if he says he doesn’t know the God of ACG, that’d be perfectly normal. After all, like he said, if they’d only met in a game, he couldn’t possibly know who the other person really was.

“...Click Run. Look, it’s working. Oh... I didn’t think it’d actually work.”

Ryuto cried out, eyes wide.

“Tch...”

He’d fooled me again. I never thought he’d manage to talk his way out of it like this.

Katsuragi Reimi clicked her tongue at the thought.

Luckily, nobody knew the God of ACG’s true identity. I’d managed to get away with it this time.

Ryuto couldn’t help letting out a sigh.

“Just as Miss Katsuragi said, Mr. Amagi cracked it in only a few minutes.”

Crepes Clair praised him sincerely.

“No, it had nothing to do with me. I just used someone else’s work.”

“In that case, we should thank your friend, Mr. Amagi.”

“Well... He’s probably busy with something else, so let’s leave it at that. I’ll thank him on his behalf.”

Having to thank myself on my own behalf... That’s just...

So depressing. No, unbelievably depressing.

At the thought, Ryuto felt as if a thousand wild horses were stampeding through his heart.

“Thank you very much, Mr. Amagi, and your friend as well, for your help. Now...”

As she spoke, Crepes Clair worked the computer and opened the USB drive—or, more precisely, double-clicked it.

Inside was a folder, and inside the folder was a...

“An audio file?”

Puzzled, Crepes Clair opened the audio file. A young man’s voice immediately came through.

“Sir, if we follow this plan, while their attention is drawn to the fake kidnapping, we’ll be able to kill the Holy Heir with ease.”

“Ha-ha! Is that so? Sounds good.”

It was a deep male voice.

“This is...?”