Mio Kiyohara has a problem. She sheds tears when she gets emotional. It has nothing to do with cowardice, she just can't control it.
So he has lived with an expressionless face since he was a child.
Later he discovered that he could see things that others couldn't see, and he could also use spells to fight.
Later, he was sent to a magic college in the mountains and became a magician.
I thought that the next step would be to exorcise the cursed spirits, fight and kill, and overthrow the corrupt high-ranking officials.
As a result, a certain white-haired guy came over every day and said, "Did you cry during the fight? That's interesting. Let's have another round."
Mio: "I'm not crying."
Gojo Satoru: "Then why are you blushing?"
Mio: "It's windy."
Until one day, Kuroda Bingwei handed over a fake identity: "Your father's death is related to an organization. I will help you get in, and you will help me dig it out."
Mio took the file: "Okay."
A high school student during the day and a winery curser at night. His left hand exorcises cursed spirits, his right hand collects information, and in the middle he has to deal with the eldest son of the Gojo family.
Mio thought the most troublesome thing was hiding her identity.
Until I saw two acquaintances at the winery base - the one with light blond hair, and the one with black hair and blue eyes.
The three of them looked at each other.
Zero: "... Why are you here?"
Jing Guang: "... You too?"
Mio pushed up her black-rimmed glasses: "I was passing by."
Later, Gojo Satoru found out, and he leaned against the wall and laughed until his shoulders were shaking: "You are an undercover agent over there, and you are an undercover agent here. Which side are you real?"
Mio looked at him: "This way."
Gojo Satoru stopped laughing for a second.
"Okay," he said, "you will be responsible for lying down, and I will be responsible for covering up the truth for you."
The author has something to say: This is my first time writing an article, but my writing style is not good, so the story will be a bit fragmented and a bit confusing. I am just writing for love, so I will update it as the situation arises. Enter with caution
Purpose: Go your own way and protect those who should be protected