This counted as a prelude.
Cup Snake put down her phone and let out a long breath. Her slender body moved along the campus road. She was alone, yet it was as lively as though countless shadows followed behind her. She had asked Theresa where Zhao Bai usually was. It was a small restaurant at St. Freya Academy.
"Welcome... huh?"
Bronya sat behind the counter. Summer break had recently begun, and the restaurant had little business. She could only slack off by trading stocks while working.
The bell chimed crisply as the door was pushed open. Bronya abruptly looked up and saw the person from last night.
Very dangerous.
Yet that dangerous feeling from last night was gone. Bronya did not know whether it was merely an illusion, so she carefully examined her, hoping to find some clue in those emerald-green eyes. Unfortunately, there was none. Cup Snake's gaze was utterly open and frank, without the slightest shadow.
"I am Cup Snake."
She lowered her head and typed on her phone.
The proprietress looked fourteen and had an emotional deficiency. The restaurant's furnishings were utterly ordinary, and there was no sense of flavor to them. Disappointing... A moment later, I broke free from emotions as old as a yellowed diary and considered that this might be the ease of an expert.
What had passed would eventually pass.
Perhaps my ritual had drawn him here, or perhaps he had happened to pass by while I was conducting it. I did not know.
I needed to meet him.
"Are you writing text for a Galgame? No one would play a story like this."
Bronya leaned closer.
"I am merely recording—recording everything I see. In the past, extraordinary days were so rare, but last night seemed to have opened a door. Like a