"I understand."
"Please don't worry, Natsuki-kun. We definitely won't cause you any trouble."
"..."
In the short term, Amamiya Natsuki didn't expect these people to be of much help. To put it bluntly, these office workers were nothing but a rabble. If a Supernatural being appeared and killed one of them, the rest would scatter in every direction like startled birds.
So Amamiya Natsuki's request was simple: stay put in the internet café and don't cause him any trouble.
If they still couldn't get back to the real world after a year or two... well, they could deal with that then.
After reinforcing the impression that it was dangerous outside and they should stay put, Amamiya Natsuki quickly assigned a few passersby whose names he remembered. One group would take inventory of all the food, while another would gather the internet café's survival supplies.
Once he'd assigned the tasks, Amamiya Natsuki went over to Lady Yashiro and asked,
"Madam, how are you feeling now?"
"Quite good." Lady Yashiro took an elegant sip of tea, still seated on the sofa. If she stood up, her head would hit the ceiling. "That maddening emptiness is almost gone. I can bear it just fine. If this were my world, I wouldn't have so readily entered into a contract with you, little fellow."
"Too late." Amamiya Natsuki's expression didn't change. "You're already mine, Madam."
"Heh~"
Lady Yashiro chuckled, then said regretfully, "It's a shame you're too old. Otherwise, I could've let you experience the joys of being a boy, little fellow."
You're calling a high schooler old? Doesn't your conscience hurt?
Besides, your body is ice-cold, without a hint of warmth. How's anyone supposed to enjoy that?!
After a brief rest,
Amamiya Natsuki left the internet café to continue looking for clues.
He'd been