"So, what should I do with this fellow?"
Standing in the courtyard inside the house, Roland rubbed his chin as he looked at White Mist, bound as though stitched up by the power of the Shadow Realm and not even daring to bare his fangs.
This really was an unexpected bonus. He had left so quickly that he had forgotten about this poor fellow, who had barely had a chance to do anything after appearing before the Shadow Realm swallowed him whole.
"Never mind. If Miss Witch behaves well later, I'll give him back to her."
Roland waved a hand, paying no attention to the still-trembling mass of White Mist, and let the shadows swallow him again.
With that gesture, rows of pitch-black shadows also spread throughout the house he had just bought.
Misaki City's economy really was not doing very well. Even the best accommodation downtown was only on the level of an ordinary business hotel. With everyday living in mind, Roland had simply chosen a suitable Japanese-style house and bought it, putting aside a little wealth for his future self.
Although property prices had fallen considerably at the tail end of the bubble economy, considering the future recovery, it could just about count as a decent investment.
Looking at it that way, there were far too many investments he could make in the past. Roland would not even need to do anything; the natural passage of time alone would let him accumulate wealth as staggering as that of his previous self.
Still, with the Shadowkhan at his disposal, Roland hardly needed to resort to that.
Just then, rows of Shadow Ninjas emerged again, their bodies slightly hunched and their faces looking utterly aggrieved. Clearly, they still had not recovered from having their mission forcibly declared a failure.
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