“I wonder who the culprit was?” (Naofumi)
“Excuse me, Naofumi-sama.” (Atla)
“Hmm, what happened?” (Naofumi)
Atla raised her hand and made a proposal.
Her face seemed tense or something.
Was there something that only Atla can sense?
Atla slowly returned to the clinic and pointed at Imia’s uncle, who was resting in the corner of the dining room.
“Imia’s uncle, something abominable is coiling itself around you.” (Atla)
“Huh?” (Naofumi)