Vermouth Thinks This Won't Do-Asking for Monthly Votes

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"..."

The woman—or rather, Vermouth disguised as an ordinary passerby—finally saw those two names and could not help dropping some of her passerby facade. Her gaze at the latter name carried a hint of wariness and displeasure.

Only then did she flip back to the latest page and casually write down a false name.

Then she closed the ledger, handed it back to the front desk, and waited for an answer.

"Um, something actually happened..." Worried that the guest might leave on his watch, the clerk processed her check-in at n times the speed.

Only after the formalities were complete did he let out a sigh of relief. He glanced toward the source of the commotion and shared the gossip he had received late:

"To be honest, a Murder Case unfortunately occurred here—one High School Detective hanged himself.

"He was very famous. You must have heard of him. It was Jiang Xia from Tokyo..."

"...?"

The clerk had originally wanted to spin the tale like a storyteller, build up some suspense, then suddenly reveal the twist and make the customer's jaw drop.

But for some reason, the more he spoke, the colder his back became.

And perhaps it was an illusion, but although the woman at the counter looked calm, even wearing a charming smile at the corner of her lips, her Aura had suddenly become terrifying... Well, perhaps she was angry that he had not told her earlier that there had been a Murder Case at the hotel?

The clerk: "..."

This lady looked cheerful and outgoing, not like someone particularly sensitive or frightened of Murder Cases. Who would have thought she would react so strongly—and with such frightening force...

Remembering how he had just tried to trap a customer, he shuddered timidly.

He no longer dared to