Miss Evil Spirit, Let's Play a Game of Tag (Continued)

At those words, the woman immediately shut her mouth and obediently went over to the middle-school girl.

Many people were like that.

Being overly eager to help could make others suspect you had ulterior motives. In situations like this, it was enough to act indifferent.

"Come on. Let's meet up with everyone first."

Amamiya Natsuki deliberately let himself be the last one out, exposing his back to the evil spirit. Unfortunately, it didn't attack even after he left the room.

What a shame.

It had learned its lesson after taking just one axe blow. Its intelligence was probably border-collie level.

"Let's head back to the first-floor lobby."

Amamiya Natsuki started downstairs.

He'd just contacted Kaguya through his little clone and quickly learned that the Young Lady had been even more efficient: she'd already found three of the rookie players. After a brief discussion, they decided to meet back in the first-floor lobby.

The woman in pajamas followed beside Hanamaru, her face full of guilt as she apologized in a low voice:

"I'm so sorry about what happened earlier... My daughter was just born. I can't leave her behind. I have to make it back alive..."

"Ah, it's okay." The middle-school girl hurriedly shook her head. Though she still felt a little bothered, the values she'd developed since childhood made her instinctively choose to forgive the woman. She spoke softly. "I was the one who fell. It wasn't your fault."

"Anyway, I'm terribly sorry!"

"..."

Amamiya Natsuki listened to their conversation behind him, utterly unmoved.

Nobody knew whether the office worker had a daughter, and Amamiya Natsuki didn't care whether she was telling the truth. Maybe she was genuinely apologizing, or maybe she was saying it on purpose for him to hear. She was just a stranger. Once they left this