The Black Cat with White Paws was startled by Vermouth's movement and looked up at her. Seeing that she made no further move, it paid her little mind and turned back to watch the car.
But the car had already gone far away.
With its paws resting on the railing, the cat sighed.
Vermouth: "..." It sighed??
...It had probably been standing there too long and was tired, so it suddenly exhaled. That had to be it. How could a cat sigh just because it missed some excitement?
Under her complicated gaze, the cat dropped back to the ground and soon pattered away down the road.
Vermouth watched its retreating figure with mixed feelings. This cat looked very familiar—she had often seen it in her own yard, and she had heard it frequently appeared around Gin as well. If she remembered correctly, this was one of Uzo's free-range cats.
Vermouth: "..." Just like those two had said, Uzo's cat was somewhat like Uzo. At least that delighted look it had worn while watching the spectacle was very similar.
Come to think of it, could the cat have been carrying a Camera or something similar? Was it a scout Uzo had deliberately sent out to observe the situation?
She silently let out a breath of relief. Good thing she had not gone over to deal with that corpse just for fun.
After standing in silence on the deserted bridge for a moment, Vermouth quietly left. Forget it. She had better stay out of recent events—rarely was she not at the center of the vortex, so she might as well keep quiet and comfortably enjoy the show.
After all, everyone knew that Uzo's destructive power sometimes depended on the strength of the people around him.
Vermouth normally did not take ordinary murderers