Another burst of chaotic footsteps sounded at the entrance. This time, it was the female high school students, who had been a few steps slow to start running.
Cake Prince, who had just brought them the yule log cake, followed over as well. He looked at the corpse on the ground, then at his two colleagues with their differing expressions, and asked blankly, "How did the president... die?"
The tough-looking pastry chef shook his head, indicating that he did not know the reason either.
Candy Magician buried her face in her hands like an ostrich oblivious to the outside world, not responding to his question at all.
Jiang Xia sighed. "No matter what, call the police first."
As the high school students expertly called the police,
on the road outside the nearby woods—
"Furuya-san!!"
Kazami Yuuya had no idea what had happened, but the moment he heard the explosion, his heart skipped a beat. Instinctively, he realized that his superior had probably fallen into another trap.
...That damned Uzo!
Amid the crackling fireworks, Kazami Yuuya wore a grim expression—he desperately wanted to rush into the woods to check, but remembering Amuro Tooru's earlier instructions, he could only stop with his hand on the car door handle and maintain a sufficiently safe distance from his superior, who was currently working as an undercover agent.
He could not go over in person, but he could still communicate.
After a brief stunned pause, Kazami Yuuya grabbed his phone and began calling frantically.
Only after quite a while did Amuro Tooru's voice finally come through the phone. "Stop making noise. I'm fine."
His voice was still fairly strong, but there was a faint trace of barely restrained Killing Intent in it. It did not exactly sound like he was fine.
Still, no matter