In moments of excessive tension, people's palms tend to sweat.
So, it should be normal for Haruka Yuzan's fingers to be damp...
Yeah, I can understand that.
Anyway, Haruka Yuzan felt that it was something understandable.
He wiped his fingers on the hem of the girl's skirt, ignoring her resentful little eyes puffed up with grievance, and leisurely rubbed the little head resting on his shoulder:
"Yumeko, when did you wake up?"
If Miss Otome hadn't suddenly appeared, Haruka Yuzan even thought he could have gone a step further today.
Even if he couldn't get inside the house, wiping his shoes at the doorstep should be fine...
Unfortunately, there are no what-ifs.
But this was also something to be thankful for, thankfully Miss Otome was in a drunken state now. If she had found out while sober...
He would probably have had to use a "resurrection coin" today.
"Umm, I just woke up!"
Otome Mizuko muttered groggily.
