In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Hashimoto Maya's mind.
No wonder Lord Uzo only told me to go to the appointment yesterday and didn't have me prepare anything. Turns out there was nothing to prepare for today at all.
Hashimoto Maya could not help reasoning backward. If I'd trusted his decisions enough, I wouldn't have brought a parachute to the appointment. If I hadn't brought a parachute, the police wouldn't have spotted me. If I had no parachute and hadn't been spotted, I wouldn't have drawn Irish's suspicion. And if I hadn't drawn suspicion, I wouldn't be constantly facing retaliation from Irish...
Halfway through, Hashimoto Maya grew wary again. But if I'm too obedient, there seem to be other problems too. Those disposable actors are a bloody example... Damn it, what exactly am I supposed to do?!
His current immediate superior was like a sword hanging over his head, and Hashimoto Maya was so tangled up in his thoughts that he temporarily forgot all about his former boss.
Irish noticed his distraction, and the suspicion in his eyes faded slightly.
"Hashimoto wouldn't carry a parachute around because of a single plane accident. But because Uzo carries an umbrella, it's entirely possible. I remember when we came back from the United Kingdom, this idiot wanted to take a parachute through security."
Midway through the thought, Irish hesitated again over his definition of "idiot." Strictly speaking, Hashimoto Maya had not exactly brought the wrong parachute when they flew last time. In that situation, their successful emergency landing had depended entirely on god's blessing. Even an atheist like him had wanted to find a god to believe in after getting off that plane.
And this time... well, it had not been entirely wrong either. After all, he had used it, even if