The target just woke up.
Ichijō Mirai opens his eyes and, without moving, takes a low breath, politely cursing out a silenced word.
He felt the breath he took as if it were spreading from his mouth upwards, gently blowing over his brain and bringing a cool, strange sensation.
This was only the mildest of the brain sensations.
Ichijō Mirai's entire head was slightly paralyzed, as if there had been tentacles drilling into his head through his ears, turning his brain over bit by bit, picking things out of it and rolling them out, patiently and meticulously, not leaving a single spot untouched, so that a sticky liquid was left all over, from the ear canal to the brain.
He shook his head and took a few low breaths again, feeling the sensation of his brain eating peppermint, "..."
Then: "**."
System: [...]
System: ears look at the nose, nose looks at the heart.
Ichijō Mirai frowned patiently, waiting for the somewhat dizzying paralyzing sensation of the brain and the wet, sticky feeling to fade away, "Was that necessary..."
Deliberately.
He could tell without a second's pause, without hesitation, that 'Ichijō Mirai' was definitely intentional.
Whether it was saying something that was too obvious not to be said throughout the entire time, making Ichijō Mirai dizzy, or the current feeling like the after-effects of motion sickness, it was definitely intentional.
But: "Is it necessary?"
Ichijō Mirai repeated, "I'm not playing with anything he cares about,"
I really didn't play too much!
He's an honest, quiet player!
How could he be played!
"It's too much!"
He covered his head and babbled, "It's okay to lie to your brother, not yourself; it's okay to play with your friends, not yourself. How can someone lie to himself and play with himself, I have not counted it, but he counted it to me in advance, so sure that I will play what he cares about?"
"He knows himself too well!"
No, we have to find a way to get our money back, at least play back, not be whored out for nothing.
System: [...]
You do know yourself well...
It's torn between talking and not talking.
Speak; you'll be angered by Ichijō Mirai, and you'll probably get played.
Not to speak: Ichijō Mirai's wrath, and maybe he'll be played.
However, after thinking about it, the system realized that it was no longer worried about whether it would be angered or not, and the reason was simple.
To be angered: you will be played.
Not being angered: getting played.
It seems that there is no difference, so it decisively opened its mouth and boldly spat out: [You're not playing?]
[I don't believe it.]
The system only believed it if the victims such as Gin, Belmode, Morofushi Hiromitsu, Matsuda Jinpei, Akai Shūichi, and so on were willing to believe it.
The subtle sensation of having tentacles drilling through his head, turning it over and over, eased up a lot, and Ichijō Mirai's hand against his brow was no longer so hard, raising an eyebrow at the sound of his voice, "You."
He paused suddenly, looking toward the door.
There was silence outside, and after about three or four seconds, the sound of panicked footsteps rang out, from the first floor hall to the stairs, and then to the second floor.
The owner of the footsteps rushed to the door of Ichijō Mirai's room with precise aim and rapped sharply on the door, "Mr. Mirai?!"
"Mr. Mirai can you hear me, Mr. Mirai!"
It was Suzuki Sonoko.
Suzuki Sonoko was so anxious that she wanted to run into the door like a rabbit, tapping on the door sharply and calling out a few times, but when she found that the door was silent, she became even more panicked, "Mr. Mirai, you weren't attacked, were you?!"
She gritted her teeth, pushed up her sleeves, took a few steps back, and was about to kick the door in without thinking.
But before she could do so, the door opened.
The door was opened by Ichijō Mirai.
The door wasn't wide open, and he was leaning halfway against it, revealing most of his body, which was inexplicably less lively than before, and looked a bit pale and frail.
Yes, lively.
Ichijō Mirai had always been a gentleman, a gentlemanly man, a gentle man, but Suzuki Sonoko had a subtle feeling that he was actually a bit lively, provided that he had energy.
Now is the weak moment when he doesn't have energy.
He was dressed the same way as when he arrived, but with some wrinkles, he looked like he had been lying on the bed or sofa for a while, probably because he had slept too relaxingly, and the top button of his blouse made a red mark on his neck, and there was a thin layer of perspiration on his forehead, and his brow was relaxed, but there was a crease in the center of his brow, and it looked like he had frowned hard for a while.
It looked like she had a fever.
Suzuki Sonoko maintained the motion of pushing up her sleeves and was stunned, her eyes fixed on the red mark on the button for a few seconds and almost jumped up, "You, you're fine, that's great!"
She also looked like she had a fever for a second, instantly erupting red, but her voice lowered, "Just now, uh, just now Ran and I were attacked outside..."
As she spoke, her eyes darted around and her ears turned red.
Ichijō Mirai paused and stepped back a bit, naturally covering most of her body with the door, revealing only part of her face and shoulders, "Attacked?"
"Sorry, I seem to have a slight fever, I just fell asleep and woke up when I heard the knock on the door."
He deliberately did not cover the sofa, showing the wrinkles on the sofa, showing the traces of someone lying on it, but Suzuki Sonoko did not look at it too much. She took a quick glance, immediately lowered her head, and stammered in response, "Hmm!"
"Wait, fever?"
"Fever medicine in the villa, I know where it is!"
She subconsciously looked up, and met Ichijō Mirai's eyes, and as if she was burned, she immediately lowered her eyes, and took a few steps away, "You, you rest first, I'll go get it?"
Ichijō Mirai: "."
He gave Suzuki Sonoko a deep look, "No, didn't you say you were just attacked? It's a big deal, everyone would have called a meeting with everyone right away, wouldn't they? Let's all go down."
"Can you tell me what happened?"
In fact, as soon as he realized that 'Ichijō Mirai' was wearing a ring on his hand, a lady's ring after exchanging rings with his lover, Ichijō Mirai quickly made a list of all the suspicious women as if he had met a ghost after walking at night, or had been up all night and had run into an evil spirit.
He didn't know many women.
In the game, there were 'Calvados', there was 'Jodie Starling', there was...
No more.
In reality, ignoring the existence of NPCs who don't even know their names, Ichijō Mirai doesn't know many women, including Suzuki Sonoko, Mouri Ran, and...
No more.
Four suspicious people.
Among them, Suzuki Sonoko is the most suspicious because 'Ichijō Mirai's' courier was sent to her and passed on by her.
The level of suspicion is off the charts.
But now, Ichijō Mirai has made Suzuki Sonoko a little less suspicious for one simple reason.
If 'Ichijō Mirai's' lover was Suzuki Sonoko, he wouldn't have been able to say something like, 'I'm not sure if my lover will fall in love with me', would he?