Vermouth watched the black shadow dart away in the blink of an eye. "..." Tch.
A fallen witness was right in front of him, yet he wasn't in a hurry to silence them? He should've come over and given Vodka an axe to the head first! There were a lot of people in the house, sure, but how would he know it wouldn't work if he didn't try?
She sternly condemned the incompetent fellow in her heart.
Meanwhile, Vodka, who had fallen nearby, was scrambling to his feet. He had no time to hold a grudge against Vermouth. He immediately rolled over to face the window, guarding against a possible attempt to silence him.
Then he saw the killer's retreating figure fleeing in haste.
Vodka: "..."
...He just left like that?
"Thank goodness, thank goodness. That means the killer definitely doesn't have any Lethal Weapons like guns or Grenades—just an Axe. Looks like it isn't my time to die after all!"
Vodka was pleased at first, but then he felt that something was wrong. "That guy is probably running because it looked like there were two of us here, me and 'Dr. Araide.' He wasn't confident he could silence us both before the others came running over.
"Also, he was wearing a mask. He can gamble on us not remembering his features... But we did see him. Once I separate from the others later, he'll definitely try to silence me again! When I inspect my bedroom before going to sleep tonight, I'll have to be twice as careful. I can't overlook even the tiniest gap!"
As he thought, Vodka picked up a stool leg that someone had dropped nearby and gripped it as a weapon.
He cautiously peered out the window. Only after confirming that the killer had not returned