Once her anger subsided, she would naturally come back.
After all, she had no money.
She did not even have enough for a train ride.
As long as she had no money, she could not get far.
In the end, she would have to come meekly back.
"Forget it."
Rentaro Satomi thought for a moment, then set Kisara Tendo's boxed meal on the table and left a note.
[Your food is on the table. Remember to heat it up before eating. I was wrong about what happened earlier, but I stand by what I said: revenge won't put food on the table. Think it over.]
After writing that,
Rentaro Satomi turned and left.
Tomorrow, he still had a meeting with his new partner at the Civil Security Agency.
And so,
the sound of the door closing rang out.
The room fell silent again.
Elsewhere.
Ten thousand meters in the air.
Haimo withdrew his gaze from below.
Despite the immense distance and the layers of buildings, he could still clearly sense the young man's departure.
The young man who should originally have been this world's protagonist.
The young man who should have been Kisara Tendo's only salvation.
He had left just like that.
"He really isn't worried at all."
Haimo chuckled.
His voice was quiet, yet it reached Kisara Tendo's ears clearly.
But Kisara Tendo said nothing.
She merely stared blankly at the city beneath her feet.
The dizziness from that spatial transition had faded, replaced by an unprecedented clarity.
And...
a bone-deep chill.
Although Haimo's divine barrier kept out the freezing winds at this altitude, she still felt cold.
Because she had realized something.
Here.
At a height not even birds could reach.
If this man who called himself a god wanted to kill her or throw her down,