Vermouth was itching to stir things up. She really wanted to see how Uzo would handle it if something like that actually happened—he would pass beneath the bridge full of anticipation, only to find no corpse. The look on that kid's face would surely be amusing.
Just then, her phone suddenly buzzed with a notification about something she had been following recently.
Vermouth lowered her head and saw that it was a follow-up report on the plane crash investigation. Air disasters were already exceptionally eye-catching, let alone one that had ended with virtually everyone surviving amid the overlap of countless malfunctions. It was enough of a hot topic to feed reporters large and small for a good while, so related coverage was still extremely popular even now.
Vermouth recalled that spectacular air disaster, then thought of Irish, who had just escaped death—or rather, who had been spared in a trap that should have been fatal. The wicked, amused smile on her lips suddenly froze.
Vermouth: "..." Maybe she should forget it?
If she and Uzo had been mortal enemies, there would have been no issue with sparring like this. But she did not dislike that kid now, and Uzo could even help protect Angel and Cool Guy. There was no need to make things so ugly.
...Right, it was not because she was afraid of looking bad. It was mainly because it would be bad for both sides.
With one last regretful glance at the scene, Vermouth abandoned this unused script and prepared to leave without a sound.
However, as she drew back her gaze, it landed somewhere else, and she paused again. Then she laughed. "One new thing after another, huh."
—On the narrow street running alongside the river, a Mazda drove past. Vermouth remembered that it was a