The intense masculine scent completely enveloped her, and the scorching sensation made her slightly dizzy.
Immediately afterward, the floor-to-ceiling window beside them suddenly turned into a cloud of dust. The difference in air pressure became a violent gale that rushed into the restaurant!
"...S-sir! What are you doing?! Stop right now!"
The waiters noticed something was wrong and hurried over, but the fierce wind blowing at them made it impossible to open their eyes. They could only vaguely make out a silver-haired man standing at the edge, holding another man in his arms.
Were there guests like that pair in the restaurant?
They had no idea.
All they knew was that the man seemed to be about to commit suicide in the restaurant!
That was absolutely not allowed!
"Not a chance."
Mahiro turned back with a mischievous expression, then leapt down.
"Aah—!!!"
Amid the screams, the two figures vanished into midair.
When Kisara came back to her senses, she found that she was unharmed and had already landed on a street at ground level.
When she turned around, she saw that the restaurant where they had just eaten was now in the distance, at least several kilometers away from here!
"What did you just... do? How did I get here?" Kisara Tendo felt like her CPU was about to burn out.
Who was she?
Where was she?
What was she doing?
"Don't be nervous. It was just a little trick."
"Parade of Disguise" plus "something resembling teleportation"—it really was nothing particularly extraordinary.
But to Kisara, it carried a different meaning.
She seemed to have thought of something. Her gaze sharpened slightly as she asked seriously, "Could you be a survivor of the New Humanity Creation Plan?"
"New Humanity? Creation Plan? Survivor? What's that?"
Yotsuba Mahiro's face was full of question