"Damn it, Utaha wasn't replying to my messages." After he sent it through LINE, it vanished like a stone sinking into the sea. Sogo Doma grabbed his hair with both hands and entered a state of impotent rage.
Meanwhile.
Doma Residence.
"Utaha, you need to focus when you're playing games. If Koma hadn't covered for you just now, you'd have been dead!" Even in Koma form, Umaru remained completely serious when it came to games.
"Yes!" Umaru's seriousness infected Utaha Kasumigaoka. She might not be able to beat Umaru at games, but could she really lose to Umaru's little sister, who looked so young?
No matter what, she was an adult, okay? Until she beat Koma, she would put all other trivial matters aside. Things like phone messages, for instance. Besides, the only contacts she had were her parents, her editor Sonoko Machida, Umaru, and that stubbornly tsundere Knight-kun.
The first two had complete faith in her. As for Sonoko Machida, it was probably best not to answer her calls for the time being.
And as for Umaru and that unreliable knight, she was already at their house, so what was the point of sending messages? She might as well just turn her phone off.
Sogo Doma folded his arms, staring fixedly at the phone on the floor as his fingers repeatedly tapped against his arm.
Five minutes later.
He finally confirmed that not only was Utaha Kasumigaoka ignoring his messages, she had even turned off her phone. Damn it, what exactly was that woman planning to do to Umaru in Koma form?
And what was this "fun thing" supposed to be!?
Even if nothing happened, his innocent and adorable little sister would be led astray by being around Utaha Kasumigaoka, that filth-generating machine...
Innocent and adorable little sister—Sogo