"Phew~ That's what happened."
Inside a Japanese-style room at the Time Vessel Association, Sherlock calmly rejected Satoru Gojo's twenty-fifth call, followed immediately by Masamichi Yaga's twenty-sixth call. Holding his teacup, he took a sip before calmly addressing Suguru Geto, who sat in the seat of honor with the corners of his mouth twitching nonstop.
That was right. Sherlock had made a run for it.
To avoid being targeted afterward, Sherlock had decisively chosen to flee, and his destination had, without question, been Suguru Geto's Time Vessel Association.
Suguru Geto was utterly speechless. What the fuck had this humanoid creature been doing?
What the fuck did he mean, Teacher Yaga shipped him and Satoru Gojo too? And what the fuck did he mean, Teacher Yaga was secretly making couple dolls of him and Satoru Gojo?
No, seriously, was this fucking right?
"Then what gave you the impression that I wouldn't beat you up after hearing the whole story?"
Struggling to keep his blood pressure from going through the roof, Suguru Geto stared at the humanoid thing before him with a smile that didn't reach his eyes and spoke through gritted teeth.
Sherlock, however, seemed entirely unconcerned. He waved a hand at Suguru Geto, without a trace of worry on his face.
"Oh, come on. Worst case, I'll just run again. Besides, I'm sure you'd never do that to me, Master's Wife..."
Before Sherlock could finish, Suguru Geto's phone chimed with a new message. Fighting the furious urge to beat the humanoid thing before him to death, Suguru Geto took out his phone.
Once Suguru Geto saw who had sent him the message and read its contents, the teeth-gritting expression on his face vanished instantly.
"All right. Since you've already come all the way here, I can hardly refuse to take you