Tap, tap. Tap, tap.
As the footsteps slowly entered the room, Mikoto's heart began beating rapidly.
"Huh? Am I the first one here?"
Then she heard a familiar voice.
"Mi... Miku?"
Mikoto gently pushed open the lid of the box with her head and looked outside through the gap. She discovered that the person who had co in was none other than the popular idol, Miku.
"Eek!"
Although Miku was not as scared as Mikoto, walking alone through this abandoned school had still made her very nervous. So, when she unexpectedly heard sothing inside the box speak, she was startled.
"It... It's ."
Mikoto opened the lid and poked her head out, saying this shyly.
Thinking about it carefully, there were not many people here wearing high heels, but as an idol, Miku happened to be wearing such a pair. However, Mikoto had been far too nervous at the ti and had failed to think of that imdiately. In the end, she had been scared by one of her own people and hidden inside a box.
"Huh? Mikoto-san?"
Miku tilted her head. Looking at the shrine maiden peeking out from inside the box, she almost could not suppress the excitent in her heart. She wanted to pick up a pen and write sothing like [Please take care of , I can warm your bed] on the front of the box, then carry Mikoto ho just like that.
"Right, why is Mikoto-san inside the box?"
Miku asked.
"Uu... Uu... I heard the sound of high heels and thought it was a ghost or sothing... So I hid in here."
Mikoto said tearfully. After all, the sound of high heels coming down a corridor was a common scene in ghost stories.
"Uu... I understand, but I don't think hiding in that box was a good idea."
Miku pointed at the box with a troubled expression.
"Eh... Huh?"
Only then did Mikoto notice that, because she had been too focused on the footsteps outside earlier, she had not realized that she seed to be pressing down on sothing. She reached into the box and pulled out—a set of dead bones.
"Eek—!"
In the next mont, the girl scread and threw herself into Miku's arms.
"Ara ara~"
Miku held a hand to her cheek and happily enjoyed the girl's soft body. Explaining to Mikoto that the skeleton was only a prop left by the production team seed no longer important to her.
[No, if anything, the more scared Mikoto-san is, the better!]
With that blissful warmth in her arms, Miku could hardly control herself. Thinking this, when she heard new footsteps outside, she put on a pale, frightened expression and said:
"Th-This is bad. She must have found us."
"She?"
Mikoto raised her head and asked in confusion.
"Actually, there's a legend that this elentary school has a ghost in red clothes. She brutally kills everyone who mistakenly enters the school. Her na seems to be Sachi... Sachi..."
Miku touched her chin with one finger and worked hard to make up a ghost story.
"Fueh!"
Hearing that this school really was haunted, Mikoto beca even more nervous.
"Oh no! She's already here!"
The footsteps reached the doorway, and Miku said this loudly. She had no intention of explaining to Mikoto that the sound outside was most likely the other guests.
[Hehehe, with this, Mikoto-san will hug even more tightly, right?]
The idol thought darkly.
However...
"D-Don't co in—!"
Mikoto, already panicked to the limit, pushed both hands toward the door. In the next instant—night descended.
"Huh...? Huhhh...?"
As a result, Miku remained frozen with one hand on her cheek, staring blankly at the dark night spreading through the room.
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In order not to ruin the atmosphere, the production team did not use a caraman-following thod. Instead, they had hidden countless caras throughout the elentary school. Aside from private places like restrooms, the corridors, classrooms, and even the basent had all been fitted with such devices.
"Hey! What's going on? Did the basent cara break?"
A man who looked like a producer said in dissatisfaction.
"No... It's operating normally, but the image is..."
The staff mber in charge of the caras said uneasily.
"Tsk! Fix it quickly. This is the key mont!"
The man clicked his tongue angrily. The atmosphere had clearly been getting better and better. The sight of the cute shrine maiden and the idol embracing each other in the basent would definitely bring in huge ratings. But at exactly this mont, the cara had gone wrong.
"Yes!"
The staff mber loudly promised.
But Shido, standing on the other side, understood that the cara could not be fixed.
[Mikoto-senpai...]
Going back to when he had been on the rooftop, Shido, who had gone to the rooftop alone, encountered a production staff mber who ca out from so secret passage. The person told him to leave ahead of ti with them.
It was a small trick. On the rooftop, where only one person was allowed to go up, the caras would reveal who went. If the assistant went up, the staff would pull that assistant away through the rooftop's secret passage. If the guest herself went up, the assistant waiting in the stairwell would also be taken away by staff coming from the stairs.
In short, once they separated at the rooftop, no matter what, they would end up losing their partner. Although Shido wanted to refuse, he was forcibly brought to this room by the staff. Here, the production team used advanced equipnt to observe the guests in the test of courage while providing comntary.
[I have to go save Senpai!]
Shido understood. The black screen on the cara was not because of a malfunction, but because of Mikoto's spiritual power. If things continued like this, even Tsukuyomi might appear.
"Wait, Shido!"
At that mont, Natsumi stopped him.
"Going directly to save Mikoto is fine too, but don't you feel annoyed?"
The girl frowned and said this.
"Well... I am a little unhappy."
Shido nodded. Although it was for the sake of the show's effect, deliberately scaring Mikoto like this made him unhappy. Whether it was remotely controlling Mikoto's flashlight so it would stop working, or watching her run in fear through a corridor full of bloody handprints yet refusing to save her, it all made Shido feel displeased.
"So, instead of directly rescuing Mikoto, why don't we play a prank on them in return?"
Natsumi said. Ever since the stage segnt, the girl had been building up resentnt toward this production team. For example, using Miku's chest to "mock" her, calling a box possessed by evil spirits only for a spring mouse to pop out when it was opened, and secretly sneaking over to snatch her away when Miku went to the rooftop. In short, the girl's resentnt toward this production team had already beco very deep.
"So? What are you going to do?"
Shido asked.
"Of course..."
Natsumi found a place to sit in the corridor, then closed her eyes and thought about sothing. Before long, the girl's expression beca more and more pained.
"...If that's the case, then don't lend it to in the first place!" (TL: kewk~ she's rembering old trauma)
Along with those words of unknown aning, a small mirror appeared in Natsumi's hand.
"Haniel..."
Shido understood. That was the Spirits' strongest weapon—an Angel.
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