In the end, they called in an Assistant Manager for backup. After all, if Satoru Gojo handled the police, the two of them might be the ones getting locked up.
The villagers kept screaming frightened curses at them, but Suguru Geto merely picked at his ear, looking utterly bored.
"Geto, they're really laying into you."
Suguru Geto sighed, looking rather helpless.
"I suppose this is what it means to do good deeds without seeking recognition."
A female police officer carried the two little girls out of the cellar, and they pointed toward Suguru Geto.
"Miss, can we see the person who saved us?"
Their tiny, childish voices filled the officer with sympathy and affection, and she immediately carried them over.
The two children timidly looked Suguru Geto over. All traces of the murderous air he'd had in the cellar were gone, replaced by an easy gentleness.
"Thank you, mister."
The two girls spoke in unison, then exchanged a glance and continued.
"My name is Mimiko."
"My name is Nanako."
Suguru Geto nodded and gently stroked their hair.
"My name is Suguru Geto. It's nice to meet you."
The two little children's eyes shone with stars. This was the first time anyone other than their parents had been "happy" to meet them.
Suguru Geto thought for a moment.
"Get plenty of rest and get well. I'll come see you when I have time. You don't need to be afraid anymore. The people looking after you are all good people."
The black-haired little girl named Mimiko nodded.
"Mr. Geto, please make sure you come see us."
The adoration and dependence in her eyes softened Suguru Geto's heart.
"I will. I promise."
The two children were taken to the ambulance. Beside him, Satoru Gojo spoke with unusual seriousness.
"They were abused?"
Suguru Geto's