"You See That Cat? Doesn't It Look Like Gelman?" (2)
September 9, within the Kakin Empire.
"Welcome back—"
As the store's automatic doors swished open, the stiff, mechanical voice of a woman followed.
Shira came out carrying a bag of snacks, fruit, and drinks in each hand.
As she passed the storefront, distracted and uneasy, she saw several LCD televisions in the window all playing the same news report.
"On the evening of September 7, a large number of royal guards and medical personnel entered the residence of the Kakin Empire's Fourth Prince... The situation is currently unclear... The Fourth Prince has not appeared in over thirty-six hours..."
Hearing those key snippets of information, Shira felt her palms grow cold. She secretly regretted getting involved in this mess.
By nature, she would rather have stayed out of trouble.
But that day, when she saw Kurapika's expression, she had acted on impulse and joined the plan in a moment of recklessness.
Now that the assassination had taken place, there was no turning back.
Shira swallowed and could only hope that her "Accumulated Good Fortune" would come in handy when she needed it.
She stopped hesitating in front of the television and, carrying her bags, crossed at the crosswalk and turned the corner.
On the way, she tripped and fell on flat ground. There hadn't been a single bump; she had simply caught her right foot with her left and hit the ground.
She had scraped a small patch of skin beneath her left wrist, but it wasn't serious. She checked the contents of her bags as well, and nothing had broken, which put her at ease.
Shira was already used to her bad luck. If anything, she would be more afraid if she suddenly stopped having bad luck one day. That