Was digging into other people's privacy really that fun? Yet seeing Utaha Kasumigaoka inexplicably start snickering, Sogo Doma—who usually loved testing the limits of self-destruction—didn't voice a single jab this time. Instead, he put away his phone and changed the subject. "I wonder how things are at home. Umaru's battlefield of love..."
"Sogo-kun, are you worried?"
"No..." Sogo Doma shook his head. "I'm just wondering whether a battlefield of love would actually work on that girl."
"..." Utaha Kasumigaoka, who had been snickering so gleefully just moments ago, suddenly hesitated. "It should work, right?"
"But she hasn't even called me once. If the battlefield of love had really done its job, if it had given her a headache, then she definitely would've..." Utaha Kasumigaoka: "..." That actually sounded rather convincing.
Sure enough, when Sogo Doma and Utaha Kasumigaoka returned home, the Doma Residence was as peaceful as ever. The slaughter—or rather, tense atmosphere—they had imagined wasn't entirely absent. It was simply happening in the wrong place.
"Eriri, why are you so bad at this?"
"Shut up!" Another defeated blonde dog roared. "How am I bad? The game mechanics are obviously the problem..."
"But you were the one who recommended this game..."
"What I recommended was—" Before the little blonde could finish, Sogo Doma heard a calm yet convincing voice speak up. "Sawamura, how old is Komaru? A romance galgame isn't exactly suitable for her..."
"It's an all-ages galgame..."
"UMR's little sister would never play that kind of boring game where you just control a character so they can fall in love!" That was Ako Tamaki's voice.
Clearly, the racket inside had already drowned out Sogo Doma and Utaha Kasumigaoka's greeting. "We're home..." But it also made them realize where the problem lay—if no one exposed her, Umaru could calmly deal