At 4:50 PM, Aozawa returned home, pushed open the door, and looked at the empty entryway.
Suddenly he remembered Chitose had said she would be away on a business trip. Slapping his forehead, he thought, I give up. My memory is really that bad.
Habit is a frightening thing. It drives people to act instinctively without them even realizing it.
Scratching his head, Aozawa pondered that since he was already home, he didn't feel like going out again. He took off his shoes and placed them inside the shoe cabinet.
Invisible telekinetic hands closed the door behind him, and shadows on the floor stretched forward. From within, a slim Shadow Maid emerged, squatting conscientiously to lift his legs, one on each side.
They held him aloft, his feet off the ground, as he sat on their arms. Meanwhile, a dozen more Shadow Soldiers emerged from within and began cleaning the entire mansion.
