Mana Ouma's heavy presence instantly enveloped the room, sweeping past Roland's ear by a hair's breadth and making him pause.
As Eve, Mana was arguably the one who gave him the least cause for concern, and her attitude toward this matter had always reassured him. But faced with the pressure she unleashed at full strength, Roland realized something was wrong.
Although he still did not understand exactly how Shiki Ryougi had angered Mana, by this point, he had more or less noticed that something was amiss.
So he pulled Mana Ouma out of his arms and placed himself between the two girls, temporarily easing the oppressive atmosphere considerably.
"Hmph."
Shiki Ryougi, who was eating Häagen-Dazs, remained as indifferent as ever. She had just been about to get up and draw her dagger, but Roland's actions made her flop back onto the sofa.
There was a faint dissatisfaction in her clear eyes, but the barely perceptible trace of joy deep within them still revealed that she was somewhat pleased with Roland's actions.
Roland looked at Mana Ouma earnestly.
The pink-haired girl's face was full of anger, and her breathing was a little rapid. One hand clutched her skirt, twisting it into a bundle, while the other curled around empty air, as though ready to summon the Sacred Sword. She looked just like a hardworking, uncomplaining wife who had come home and unexpectedly caught her philandering husband cheating with some vixen.
Thinking it over carefully, Roland felt he probably understood the situation. It was because of Root Shiki, wasn't it? Although he could not be entirely certain yet, there was no denying that she herself was also part of this Heaven ritual.
This must be what they called a romantic showdown, right?
According to the solution used by that Makoto he remembered,