At a forty-five-degree angle, Sogo Doma gazed up at the sky, looking rather melancholy...
He had spent his whole life hunting geese, only to have his eyes pecked out by a sparrow. This kind of sudden, rapid-fire question that caught people off guard and made them accidentally blurt out what was on their minds was a little trick he himself excelled at. Yet somehow, he had still fallen for it...
No, this definitely wasn't because he'd been careless. He could only blame these people for refusing to learn anything good and instead picking up all sorts of tricks. Come to think of it, who had corrupted those once-so-innocent people? Sogo Doma sighed—why did the people around him grow so shrewd so quickly? Would it kill them to stay innocent at their age!?
Meanwhile.
Having gotten her answer, Utaha Kasumigaoka was equally conflicted. So the other person had been Umaru. Then there was no problem—nothing worth dwelling on. What she was conflicted about now was:
Should she be happy that Sogo dreamed of her, even in his dreams, or angry that the dream involving her had actually been a nightmare?
Carrying that conflict in her heart, Utaha Kasumigaoka asked again in a rather complicated tone.
"A great villain?"
"Uh, I could've also been a hero saving the world. What if Dream Me was some great demon king bent on destroying the world..." At that moment, Sogo Doma's survival instincts were in full force. If she told Umaru about the whole "great villain" thing, he'd be in for it. All he could do now was patch things up. As for how? Naturally, by forcing it...
Utaha Kasumigaoka: "..."
Did anyone dream of themselves as the villain?
"Then were the world-saving hero's moves indecent?"
"When dealing with heretics and demons, why bother with