Fujino stared at the fierce woman who had finished two cups of black tea, gotten a nosebleed, and promptly collapsed into sleep. For a moment, his entire brain crashed on the spot.
Sato's face was bright red, and her entire body seemed shrouded in a layer of mist. Nosebleed trickled down from her nostrils, staining the suit she was wearing.
The scene looked a little strange.
He looked at the thermos in his hand, his mind racing through the birth of the universe and all kinds of complex equations as he fell into deep thought.
So what exactly had Momiji put into that tonic?
How had two cups turned the fierce woman into this?
This tonic...
It definitely seemed fishy!
Fujino was frantically roasting it in his heart, but roasting it was one thing.
He was still quite certain that Momiji would not drug him with anything ridiculous.
The main reason was that if she had really added something, he would definitely have been able to tell with his constitution.
After all, with his sense of taste, he would have noticed long ago if there had been any drugs in it.
As far as he could tell, aside from some tonics, there really was nothing else in the black tea.
But there was no use thinking so much about it. He should check on the fierce woman first.
Fujino pulled himself from his thoughts and stopped overthinking. He took a first-aid kit from his Pocket Dimension, pulled out two cotton balls, and stuffed them into her nose to stop the overflowing blood.
Then, he reached out and grabbed the arm of the unconscious fierce woman, pulling it closer while placing his other hand over her pulse to check it.
The moment his fingers touched her pulse, he felt scorching heat,