A huge, colorful "WIN!!!" floated above their heads.
Game victory.
A wave of dizziness hit them, and they were pulled out of Stigmata Space. They woke up on the sofa with splitting headaches. Zhao Bai stretched lazily in satisfaction, but Bronya seemed unaccustomed to the transition from walking on two feet to floating in antigravity, looking somewhat at a loss.
Theresa applauded.
"What brilliant deduction... Zhao Bai, why are you drawing your sword? Big shot, don't kill me!"
Amid Theresa's half-serious, half-joking cry, Zhao Bai sheathed his katana. He had no other intention; he merely wanted to see whether his arsenal was still there. He never wanted to experience such weakness again.
Fortunately, his arsenal was still intact.
The ice-blue katana danced in Zhao Bai's hand, tracing graceful arcs. After idly playing with it for a while, he put it away in satisfaction.
He asked doubtfully, "Principal, did you really watch all of my deduction?"
Theresa nodded furiously.
In truth, when corpses began appearing one after another, Theresa's poor little heart could no longer take it. She had turned off the television long ago. Her praise for the "brilliant deduction" was nothing more than insincere flattery.
Zhao Bai nodded knowingly, unwilling to dwell on the matter.
"Thank you, Principal, for taking time out of your busy schedule to humor me."
Zhao Bai shook Theresa's hand, then turned to Bronya. "I'm planning to make some roast veal, just to calm our nerves."
Bronya nodded.
"However... Bronya was not frightened at all. On the contrary, Bronya was very excited. It felt like playing a detective game. But if there is roast veal, Bronya can be very frightened."
Zhao Bai nodded and invited Bronya and Theresa.
When he tried to invite Fu Hua, he discovered that while he had been immersed in