Hashimoto Maya fell silent. "..." So, should he warn Irish about this or not?
If he said anything, would the enraged Mr. Irish kick him off the hot air balloon?
...That was far too dangerous. Maybe he should wait until the balloon landed before saying anything?
But if he did that, would the information he had heard on the hot air balloon become the reason he got silenced?
After thinking about it all night, Hashimoto Maya's dilemmas had not decreased. Instead, they had only multiplied.
Fortunately, he was wearing sunglasses, so none of his complicated expression showed on his face.
Irish looked up at this loyal subordinate and paused. "Didn't I teach you before? Dressing like that only makes you stand out more—take off your hat and sunglasses before you leave."
Hashimoto Maya: "..." Uzo told me to wear them. How would I dare take them off?
But all he could do was force a bitter smile. "I've been appearing in the news quite often lately. If someone sees my face, it could cause trouble."
"..." Irish remembered making Hashimoto Maya hold off the media's barrage of cameras when the plane landed. He rubbed his nose and said nothing.
...It was not exactly guilt. Mainly, it was already over, so there was no need to bring it up again. Weren't they all doing fine now?
He cleared his throat, no longer bothering about Hashimoto Maya's hat and sunglasses. He planned to discuss business after they took off.
Hashimoto Maya, meanwhile, walked to the power unit in the middle of the hot air balloon and inspected it carefully. Then he looked up at the balloon overhead.
...Nothing seemed to be wrong.
Only then did he sit down cautiously. The heavy travel bag behind him contained a parachute he had acquired overnight