At the mention of a "fashion show," Vodka's eyelid twitched, and his sense of foreboding surged wildly. A place with lots of people, lots of props, dim lighting below the stage, and keywords like wealthy families, stepmothers, models... It sounded like something huge was about to happen!
He wanted to rush back to the ward immediately, but under Jiang Xia's smiling gaze, he cautiously kept his mouth shut instead of saying goodbye.
What if Uzo had already anticipated that I wouldn't want to attend the fashion show and set up an even deadlier trap at the hospital or on my way back? Wouldn't that be even more troublesome? The scales in Vodka's heart swung back and forth. Compared to that, at least Uzo himself is at the fashion show, along with the Beika Guerrilla Squad he carefully trained...
After agonizing over it for a long time, Vodka ultimately followed Ezaki Sachiko to the venue in silence.
...Then, in a state of extreme vigilance, he sat there stiffly until the fashion show ended.
Models dressed like seashells, ocean waves, and coconut trees took turns appearing on the sea-blue runway, drawing waves of admiration. Finally, after designer Ezaki Sachiko delivered an elegant speech, the fashion show came to a perfect close.
The audience chatted as they left in an orderly manner, while the staff cleaned up the venue after the show. Watching this harmonious, peaceful scene, Vodka slowly developed a question mark over his head.
Vodka: "..." Where were the screams?
Where was the corpse?
Where were all those flashy, highly entertaining tricks??
...Did they think he had really come here to watch a fashion show today?!
As several famous models left together and there were fewer and fewer noteworthy "actors" remaining, Vodka could not help feeling dazed. He felt like a