Oh no, oh no! What was I supposed to do now!?
He could not know that I was here!
I shook my head furiously at Wakaba-chan.
She nodded in understanding before leaving for the entrance.
I'm counting on you, Wakaba-chan!
My palms felt sweaty, and my heart thumped while I waited.
"What's wrong, Cornet?" Kanta-kun asked.
"I do not want Kaburagi-sama to know that I am here," I said.
"Why? Don't you go to the same school?" he asked.
"That is exactly the problem," I replied.
Lord in heaven, please protect me!
Kanta-kun looked at me for a moment before sinking into thought.
"In that case, let's watch them in secret."
Ehhh!?
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious, so I agreed.
He led the way into Wakaba-chan's room on the 2nd floor.
"Kanta-kun, is this not Takamichi-san's room? Should we be here without her permission?"
"It's fine. Look, I knew they'd be down there."
Her window overlooked the back of the store, which was where the two of them happened to be chatting.
Wakaba-chan was holding a bouquet that she definitely hadn't had earlier.
I wonder if Kaburagi had brought it.
The two of us peeped, one-eyed, through the small gap in the window curtains.
"...I haven't found them yet. But I will."
"It's fine, already. I don't want it to blow up any further."
Mn?
From what I heard just now, were they talking about finding the culprit behind the locker?
Ah, but Wakaba-chan didn't want her family to know about the bullying, so maybe it wouldn't be good to have Kanta-kun here...
"Did something happen to Neechan?" whispered Kanta-kun.
I hummed noncommittally.
I couldn't think of anything on the spot.
What now.
Maybe I could distract him somehow.
"Say, Kanta-kun? Does he come over often?"
"About once a month to buy cake."
Ugehhh.
Monthly visits?
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Reincarnation of Villainess Noble Lady (Ch. 143-299)
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