At a time like this, Vermouth rather regretted taking the initiative to assume the responsibility of driving.
"I was only worried that the others might be under Uzo's control and drive the car somewhere unpleasant, so I planned to take fate into my own hands... But if I'd known the atmosphere in the car would be like this, I really should've stayed an ordinary passenger. At least then I could've spared my brain some effort."
But it was already too late for regrets—who suddenly asked to switch drivers before they had even left Tokyo?
Vermouth could only sigh and continue this journey that required her to focus on several things at once.
Amid the others' relaxed chatter and one exhausted cadre's driving, the vehicle left Tokyo and headed north.
Behind the minibus.
Kazami Yuuya, quietly tailing them from a considerable distance away: "..."
He had already prepared himself for the vehicle ahead to suddenly get a flat tire, suddenly crash into an abandoned roadside car containing a corpse, suddenly be stopped by passengers from a broken-down vehicle asking for a ride, suddenly encounter a Snow Zombie... Yet none of that happened. Nothing happened at all.
This minibus full of troublesome people actually left Tokyo without a hitch, moving so smoothly that Kazami Yuuya suspected he was dreaming.
"...What's going on?"
Kazami Yuuya took off his glasses and wiped them, then put them back on and carefully studied the scenery on both sides of the road. There truly was nothing unusual by the roadside. It wasn't that the people in the car had ignored a dead body and thus passed through safely... But why was there nothing unusual?
Could it be that the Case Magnet Constitution occasionally failed to take effect?
...Then what had all the suffering Kazami Yuuya went