Looking at the chaotic Audio-Visual Room, then at the fat figure lying on the floor inside, Takamori Masumi fell silent for a moment. The corner of her eye twitched. "He..."
Torimaru Naoko swiftly reached out and pulled her aside, stopping her from saying anything others shouldn't hear.
Though she had been pulled away, Takamori Masumi's mind was still blank. She stared at the room from afar and incredulously sought confirmation from her companion. "He's dead?"
Torimaru Naoko said coldly, "He's dead."
Takamori Masumi's eyelashes trembled. "The one who died... wasn't that horrible family head, was it?"
Torimaru Naoko looked at her. "Who else in this house has that kind of build?"
"..."
Unable to keep deceiving herself, Takasugi Shinsei painfully clutched her head. The family head was dead—didn't that mean she had to find a new job again?
Being a maid wasn't much of a problem for her. Her family was poor, and she had been used to hardship and labor since childhood. But the problem was... every time she changed employers, she had to deal with an enormous house and a vast estate. And according to Torimaru Naoko, every square meter of a place like this hid a deadly trap.
So not only did Takamori Masumi have to memorize every corner of the house, she also had to drill into her head the survival rules Torimaru Naoko had compiled... For someone who had never even gone to high school, ever since coming here, she had practically studied day and night, sparing no effort... But now, just as she had finally memorized everything and fully mastered it—snap—her employer was dead, and they had to move on to the next household.
Takasugi Shinsei: "..." Then what had all those nights spent studying by lamplight been for??
As one Uzo subordinate with