"Mr. Tsukada said that Teacher Kyoshoku called the day before yesterday to decline signing the contract."
Kamiya thought this, silently apologized to himself, and then searched Miyake Chiaki's body, obtaining his mobile phone.
The phone still had some battery life left, but it required a password to unlock.
"Mary."
As Kamiya called out, the sound of high-heeled leather boots gently tapping echoed in the bedroom.
Tap tap tap.
Mary slowly stepped out from a cluster of red, thin mist.
Due to still suppressing the absorption of "rage", Mary's delicate doll-like face showed a hint of fatigue, and her dress was more vibrant than usual.
Kamiya looked at her and lowered his eyes slightly, "Are you okay? I'm sorry, I should have let you rest properly..."
"Mary, I don't want to hear your apologies."
Mary moved closer and gently pressed her finger to Kamiya's lips, with a blood-red mist swirling between them, and the scent of roses from her body became perceptible.
