As the sun rose, Sato Hayato and Kujo Go hid in the thick grass beside the road.
Through gaps in the branches, they cautiously watched an abandoned museum in the distance.
A black car was parked in front of the entrance, and a driver leaned against the door, smoking.
More than a dozen armed men patrolled the area around the museum, their wary eyes sweeping over the dense vegetation from time to time.
"How long has the target been inside?"
"Almost twenty minutes."
Sato Hayato and Kujo Go had recently been investigating a low-ranking leader of the Resistance Organization. Kanzaki Rin had specifically assigned them the task.
Early that morning, the leader had suddenly left the city with a group of people and come to this remote wilderness. They had no idea what she was up to.
The two had followed her all the way here, only to be stopped by the armed men.
"We can't wait any longer."
Sato Hayato whispered, "What if she leaves from another direction and we lose her completely? Then the mission will be a failure."
"Mm..."
Kujo Go whispered back, but his eyes had quietly drifted toward Sato Hayato.
They had left in such a hurry that Hayato was still wearing his pleated skirt and stockings. The black stockings had been snagged by branches, leaving several holes that revealed skin as white as snow.
Seeing his Goddess kneeling on one knee, her delicate skin at risk of being scratched by sharp stones, made Kujo Go's heart ache.
But when he caught the faint, pleasant fragrance drifting from her, his thoughts couldn't help wandering.
Sato Hayato noticed his companion zoning out and couldn't help but facepalm.
The guy was completely sex-crazed, spending all thirty days of every month thinking about getting into a bullfight with