Casio and the others weren't acting out of sudden goodwill, but because of an experiment on Secret Soul. Experimentation necessitated a fully intact subject to eliminate variables and provide a consistent control for comparison.
Next, they sat down for breakfast brought by Iri.
Nothing special, but the taste wasn't bad.
Just as they were cleaning up the table, they heard knocks at the door. A familiar vehement rhythm, a familiar voice.
"Is goddamn Dusk here? Open the door!"
Thirty seconds later.
"I remember, didn't I borrow the loan from The Grim Reaper for a period of twenty days?" Casio calmly asked the visitor.
"Yes...yes it is."
The curly-haired man answered hesitantly.
"Then why are you seeking repayment two or three days early? That's not according to the rules. Don't disrupt the market order, okay?"
Casio appeared affable and smiled.
"Under... understood."
