Had Rinne Really Wronged Me Before?

That was right.

The flustered woman before her was Shiori Itsuka.

After Origami had sent her the files, Shiori had only skimmed through them, and she honestly found them hard to believe.

Taking advantage of the darkening sky, she curled up beneath the covers, her brown eyes following the screen as it drifted through her thoughts.

The Line app in her hand kept moving. She typed a message, deleted it, typed another, then deleted that too. Looking at Huanyue's profile picture, she hesitated, unsure how to word it.

If it was true—

Shiori steeled herself and made her decision in less than a second.

She would take over!

"Shiori."

"Eek!"

Shiori's hair stood on end. She instinctively tried to kick toward the source of the voice, but the other person swiftly dodged.

"O-Origami?"

Shiori's voice trembled as she looked uncertainly at Origami, whose very presence seemed several degrees stranger than usual.

"Yes, it's me, Shiori."

Origami still nodded calmly, raised an unidentified potion to her lips, and gulped it down.

After finishing it, a strange excitement mingled with her ordinarily bland expression.

Having refreshed herself, Origami wiped the liquid from the corner of her mouth as though nothing had happened.

"Um, Origami, what are you planning to do?" Shiori immediately had a very bad feeling. When Origami had slipped Ellen laxatives last time, she had worn roughly the same expression.

"Don't you want to meet her?"

"Huh?"

"Go meet Qian Huanyue directly."

Origami continued.

"I do, but—" Shiori glanced at Ellen, who, after suffering diarrhea and then being dragged into a pillow fight, had been worn out in that fight under Shiori and Rinne's enthusiastic fanning of the flames.

Not long ago, Shiori's hands had gotten itchy, and she had been unable to resist hitting Ellen a few extra times