Lanci had actually been very worried about Enon since the day before they met, and he asked sincerely.
He always suspected that there was something off about Enon's mental state.
The current state of affairs wasn't necessarily a bad thing for Enon.
"..."
Enon shook her head.
Penniless, with no family or friends, only a lonely identity card to her name, and on top of that, she was being hunted.
"What should I do?"
After a while, Enon looked up at the two of them and asked.
At this moment, the red-headed girl seemed to be standing at a crossroads, the thick fog of memory filling her with doubt about everything.
She was well aware that in this unfamiliar environment, the only thing she could rely on was her own intuition.
Despite the harmless appearance of the brown-haired butler and the blonde woman in front of her, she felt extremely insecure, and anyone could be a potential threat.
The intense unease brought on by her lost memories kept her on edge.
