Moving back a little, the rat casually stood up before moving to the door, where he leaned. He was probably trying to see if there was anyone outside.
It was only once he was sure that there was no one that he turned his attention towards again, his stereotypical dimples moving further up his face.
"...You sure you’re not hiding sothing? I an, you did say that you’re the one who did it. But aren’t you a regular person? How would soone like you be able to handle an anomaly like that?"
"...."
Nothing.
I didn’t have any words to reply to him.
He was right.
How could a regular person like handle an anomaly like that? I’d normally be able to co up with an excuse, but there wasn’t one for this situation.
The way that I took care of the anomaly was not sothing that I could reveal.
’Even if I say that I took advantage of Kyle’s and Zoey’s distraction to attack the little girl, I’m sure they won’t believe since the little girl was obviously controlling everyone. Plus, knowing just how the rat is, he probably planted several pieces of evidence to show he’s the one who was responsible for solving this case.’
In this situation...
I really had nothing to say.
"If you really did do it, then you can go ahead and tell all of this to the Section Chief. I won’t stop you."
"...."
"He likes you quite a lot. I’m sure he’ll believe whatever you say."
"...."
"Of course, he’ll beco suspicious of you. Maybe he might figure out the thing that you’re hiding."
The smirk on the rat’s lips pulled even tighter as he looked at . Looking at his face, he looked certain that I was hiding sothing.
I wanted to rebuke him, but I didn’t know what to say.
I was indeed hiding sothing.
But...
’I still have to say sothing.’
Silence would only serve as affirmation of his thoughts.
With a sigh, I leaned back against the pillow and looked towards the ceiling.
"...If I were hiding sothing, I wouldn’t be lying here. I was just shocked to see you change so suddenly. You really had fooled."
"I did?"
The rat tilted his head slightly, looking a little surprised.
"To be honest, of everyone here, you are the last person I ever thought I could fool. It’s been quite clear that you’ve deliberately kept your distance from ."
"I’m keeping my distance from everyone. I don’t like people in general."
"...Hm, maybe so."
The rat tapped his hand against the bridge of the door.
"Maybe you’re right, but I still don’t buy it."
He smiled at again, pulling the door open.
"I’m sure you’re hiding sothing. Whatever it is, however, I won’t pry. Well..."
He stopped, his dimples lowering.
"...That is as long as you won’t pry in my business."
With that, he stepped through the doorway and closed the door behind him. The last thing I saw before he disappeared was his smile.
That was the one thing that never faded from his face throughout the entire conversation.
Clank—
Lying in silence inside my room, I replayed the conversation in my mind.
’In the end... He turned out the sa as I imagined him to turn out. This might probably not be the last ti he’ll try to pull so bullshit like this in the future.’
The thought made sigh.
But at the sa ti, I knew that I couldn’t just let him be.
We had reached a point where neither of us could co-exist.
’I’ll have to think of a way to deal with him.’
*
The next day.
I was discharged rather quickly from the hospital.
In the end, they claid that the only reason I had passed out was due to exhaustion. But deep down, I knew the truth was far more complicated than that.
"Looks like you’re feeling much better."
Kyle was waiting for at the hospital entrance, standing beside a car of so sort. It was entirely black and looked rather clean. It was unfortunate that I couldn’t recognize the logo.
The sun blazed above, basking in its warm light, a welco change from the relentless rain back on Sire Island.
"Get in."
Kyle opened the door for .
"I’ll bring you to the Guild."
"Oh, sure."
From my understanding, we were back on Malovia Island. The island where the Guild was located.
’Thinking about it, I don’t really know much about this island.’
All I knew was that the island consisted of a single city, divided into sectors, with a massive population. I had never taken the ti to truly explore it, usually spending most of my days confined to my office, focused on programming my ga.
’Maybe I should take so ti to properly explore the place.’
"Alright."
Opening the door on his side and entering, Kyle looked in my direction. I was sitting in the seat next to his.
"...Once we get into the Guild, you should go directly to the dorms and rest. You’ve been given a couple of days off." Kyle paused, looking a little troubled. "...Not that it matters much to you since you don’t actually work."
"Yeah."
Rowan was the only one who attended my therapy sessions.
I only worked at the Guild in na.
I didn’t actually do anything besides focus on creating my gas.
"Well, since that’s the case, I guess it doesn’t matter what you do. Just have so rest and then do whatever you want. I’ll probably do the sa."
"...Sure."
"Good."
Kyle turned his attention to the steering wheel and proceeded to drive.
He was just about to turn on the radio when I stopped him.
"Hm?"
"...I prefer the silence."
Not really.
I was just reminded of a certain incident in the past. One involving a certain conductor.
I no longer trusted radios.
"Err.. Okay."
Kyle looked sowhat annoyed, but let it go.
Looking at him drive, I suddenly lost myself in my own thoughts as I turned my attention towards my phone and opened the Dock app.
’It’s been a day since I last checked. Maybe the situation has changed a little...’
[Sales: 62,129]
"....."
Looking at the numbers, I was left speechless.
While I anticipated a decline in sales, I hadn’t expected it to be this steep. The ga had sold fewer than a thousand copies since the last ti I checked.
And the ga was still new!
It was quite obvious that Nova Studios had ssed even more with the ga sales.
’It looks like I’ll quickly need to program the multiplayer mode for the ga. No, but that might not be enough...’
Multiplayer was only going to boost the sales for a short mont.
It wasn’t going to address the problem.
I needed to think of a way to address the problem directly.
However, that was easier said than done.
Nova Studios was quite far from where I was, and they were a very big gaming studio. At least, they were massive compared to . Fighting them directly was only going to put at a massive disadvantage.
’If only there were a way that I could directly curse those bastards who did this so that—’
Suddenly, I paused.
Thinking about sothing, I hastily pulled open my stats window.
It was there that I stared at my two nodes.
[Containnt Vessel], and [Trait Transfer].
Looking at the two nodes, my eyes fell onto a certain na.
Mr. Jingles.
’Wait, what if...?’
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