Noticing Curacao's faintly friendly attitude, Hashimoto Maya found it strange, but he still reflected seriously as if writing a self-criticism. "From now on, I'll watch what I say and do. I definitely won't expose myself."
Curacao neither confirmed nor denied it. "For the time being, don't leave Tokyo. We'll arrange accommodations for you."
After saying that, she glanced at Irish again. "You two are forbidden from contacting each other."
Irish naturally had never expected something as absurd as "the enemy has set their sights on my confidant" to happen right beside him. He only assumed the organization wanted to keep Hashimoto Maya under house arrest while further determining whether he needed to be silenced.
Touching his subordinate meant disrespecting him, but remembering that Hashimoto Maya had already come into contact with Uzo, and that he no longer knew whether this subordinate could be trusted, Irish did not resist the order much. He nodded casually to show that he understood.
In fact, even if the organization had not confined Hashimoto Maya, Irish had planned to act separately from this subordinate for a while.
Hashimoto Maya did not notice that his superior had ruthlessly abandoned him. He was still immersed in the joy of I don't have to be silenced! Though it sounded like he would be monitored for a while, this was far better than what he had expected.
But before long, Hashimoto Maya grew suspicious again. "..." Was the organization really this merciful? Why did he keep having such a bad feeling, as though someone had served him a delicious last meal before his execution?
He saw Curacao in the rearview mirror and suddenly noticed that the woman's gaze toward him carried scrutiny and curiosity, along with a faint trace of pity.
"..."
That look was far too strange.