Kamiyagawa even smelled an aggressive yet not at all unpleasant scent emanating from Mary.
It was like the fragrance of roses mixed with frankincense.
"Isn't she a doll? Why is her body so soft... and since when do dolls have a scent?" Kamiyagawa felt a bit dazed.
At that moment, a voice came from the cell phone beside him, clear and deliberate, "Mary, become my Shikigami."
Kamiyagawa's mind sobered a bit, "Wait a minute. Mary, do you know what it means to be my Shikigami?"
"To make a pact, to accompany forever, never to betray, always to be together. To play together always and always until we dissipate into dust."
Miss Mary pressed one hand against Kamiya's chest while the other was propped on the edge of the bed.
She gave a serious answer, combining the explanation she'd received from Satoru earlier and her own understanding.
Kamiyagawa: ...
It sounded about right.
Yet something seemed off.
But that should do, right?
