Within a grand meeting room, a very, very handsome boy and a woman sat face to face. Both of them had a polite and pleasant smile on their faces… but only they knew what was really going on behind those smiles.
Yeah, that's exactly how a third person might have described the scene.
But I knew better. I knew what was running through my head, obviously and I also knew what was running through hers.
Still, why the fuck did she drag me here like that?
I couldn't help but curse, staring at my clothes drenched in that slimy, dripping mess.
I felt filthy… but I didn't react because I had to stay composed.
I mean, sure, I was the one who said that wasn't a proper place to talk and yeah, I did suggest we go somewhere else…
…but the way she decided to do it didn't sit right with me.
After our little "chat" in the open space where I landed, she summoned her pet monster, the same frog abomination from the entrance test.
