Miwa Chisei hurried to the basement level of the Medical Building-the Morgue.
Only a tiny ember glowed outside the dim doorway. Miwa Chisei approached cautiously and found Shoko Ieiri smoking.
"Miwa, you're here."
Seeing Miwa Chisei approach, Shoko Ieiri dropped her cigarette butt and ground it out underfoot.
"He didn't make it back to Jujutsu High. He wasn't breathing by the time they brought him in-if he'd had even one breath left, I could have saved him."
This was the first time Shoko had experienced the death of a jujutsu sorcerer close to her. Although theirs was a dangerous profession, that boy had been a junior whose face always shone with a sunny smile.
Miwa Chisei heard the guilt in Shoko Ieiri's voice. She stepped forward and took her hand. It was a little cold.
"Geto and Nanami are both inside... go see him one last time."
Miwa Chisei nodded and pushed open the door to the Morgue. On the cold steel table lay the boy who had always been smiling, now without a smile.
Suguru Geto stood quietly beside him, gazing at the junior who had admired him so deeply, his expression filled with grief.
Kento Nanami's eyes and head were wrapped in bandages. His injuries looked serious, but Shoko Ieiri had already treated them.
Hearing the door open, Suguru Geto glanced over.
"Miwa, didn't you have a mission?"
"I came straight here as soon as I finished. Haibara..."
Kento Nanami's voice was hoarse, as though he had already been crying.
"It wasn't a Grade 2 mission. That land god's cursed spirit was Grade 1..."
If a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit had intended to kill Yu Haibara, it would have been fatal. It seemed Nanami had already done everything he could to protect him.
Miwa Chisei looked at Yu