"Ever since that doll, I'd suspected you were approaching the young mistress with ill intent. Speak! What exactly are you after?!" She viciously shook the weapon in her hand.
Jiu Ming sighed and pointed behind Sakurazaki Setsuna. Konoka, who had already drifted off drowsily, had now propped herself up and gently rubbed her eyes with one hand. "...So noisy."
"My apologies, young mistress!" Sakurazaki Setsuna swiftly straightened herself and immediately chose to apologize.
"Arguments arise when there are too many people. As long as we reduce the number of people, there won't be any problem, so..."
"You're not allowed to leave!"
A step too late, Sakurazaki Setsuna could only watch as Jiu Ming sauntered away. As though nothing had happened?
No! There was still one more matter. How could she rest properly while sleeping in her clothes? And the young mistress looked so exhausted. Her unfriendly gaze shifted to Negi, who was clutching his wand tightly. The latter, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was instantly startled. "Um, Setsuna, is there something else?"
"No!" Her tone was stiff.
"...If there's nothing, could you please not stare at me like that? It's scary." Negi shrank his neck. Under Setsuna's still-hostile stare, sweat had begun to bead on his forehead.
"Will you leave on your own, or shall I see you out?"
She narrowed her eyes slightly, sweeping her gaze over the door and window. The threat could not have been clearer: either leave through the door, or kindly let her throw him out through the window!
It wasn't as though he could die from the fall.
After amicably "seeing off" Negi, Setsuna began helping Konoka change clothes. Only after confirming that there were no other marks or injuries on her body did she let out a small sigh of