"It seems like a living Onmyoji and a Strange Tale World creature made a contract, vowing to never betray each other and to always stand by each other's side,"
For a moment, an odd expression appeared on Mary's delicate face, which was almost eerily perfect and always aloof.
A few seconds later, she gripped the machete in her hand tighter, and a smile appeared on her face again.
This smile had no mirth, like it was hidden behind a thick mask, "Satoru, Shikigami... why didn't he choose Mary?"
Mary's remark nearly jolted the dozing Satoru awake.
Damn it!
This is a question you should ask him, not me!
The white-dressed lolita from Strange Tale World tilted her head slightly and stole a glance at her sister, finding Mary's expression, though not overly intense, unusually spooky and terrifying.
Under normal circumstances, with her trollish nature, Satoru would definitely add fuel to the fire by saying—
"Sisters, men are unreliable!"
