Vermouth held back and held back. Seeing how frightened Mouri Ran looked, she ultimately maintained Dr. Araide's warm, gentle persona and spoke up to comfort her. "Don't worry. There are so many of us here—the wronged spirits won't dare come."
The moment she finished speaking, she felt Jiang Xia cast her a gloomy glance.
"..." Vermouth froze mid-motion as she held her teacup. What? What did I do this time?... Does he think I talked too much and ruined the atmosphere his puppets worked so hard to create?
Curacao discreetly adjusted her glasses. "..." Wonderful. For whatever reason, Vermouth has drawn his hostility first. Looks like I can have a slightly quieter Christmas Eve tonight.
...But I can't let my guard down either. What if I somehow end up becoming one of his tools?... Sigh, every chance encounter with Uzo means staying up all night. When will these encounters ever end?
The ordinary people nearby, who knew nothing about Uzo, noticed nothing unusual.
Once everyone had more or less finished chatting, the maid finally reminded them without spoiling the mood, "I've made the beds, and there are toiletries by the sink. Please feel free to use them whenever you need."
After traveling around all day, everyone was rather tired. They washed up and headed to the guest rooms to rest.
Although Daimon Yoshirō, the second son, had not returned home for many years, he still had a room of his own.
The other guests were separated by gender and placed in two different guest rooms. It was a little crowded, but the rooms were large enough. Spreading bedding across the Tatami gave them a faint feeling of returning to their student days and staying together in a dorm.
However, only the police officers and female high school students could