"Mm... why aren't you saying anything?"
As he spoke in an exceptionally grave tone, the middle-aged man in the green jumpsuit, with his watermelon haircut and thick eyebrows, had already turned around and spread his arms wide in a human-shaped "big" character, blocking the Silver Moon Black Robe and the unconscious patient lying on the bed behind him—a youth with the same watermelon haircut and thick eyebrows. Seeing that the Silver Moon Black Robe had remained silent for so long, he could not help but speak again.
At the same time, as he spoke, he continuously lowered his body. His "big" shape seemed to shrink as though it were being crushed bit by bit, while his pupils slowly rolled upward along with his descending posture, gradually turning into a bizarre white-eyed expression.
However, although his posture and expression grew increasingly comical, it was obvious that this middle-aged man in the green jumpsuit, with his watermelon haircut and thick eyebrows, was on guard.
Seriously on guard.
It was only because he had perfectly concealed it beneath those strange actions that he looked like he was merely fooling around.
"You applied for this yourself. When you couldn't confirm my identity—or rather, when you didn't trust my identity—you still asked me to look after your beloved disciple?"
In response to the middle-aged man in the tight jumpsuit, the Silver Moon Black Robe spoke from beneath his black hood.
More than a rhetorical question, his words carried helplessness.
It seemed that the Silver Moon Black Robe was quite helpless in the face of the middle-aged man's behavior.
"And stop looking. This hood has been specially treated. You can't see what's inside."
At the end, seemingly quite helpless, the Silver Moon Black Robe added another sentence.
"Is that so... From the voice, it should be