"In the end, you're just using me as a laborer..." Kawashima Miki grumbled discontentedly.
"You are the Young Lady, aren't you? These are yours too," Fujiwara Reya said, pinching her little hand and leaning in to kiss her forehead.
"...Not here!"
Kawashima Miki's body stiffened instantly, and she hurriedly covered her face with her hands.
Fukaeri propped her elbow on the table, rested her chin in her hand, and contemplated for a moment, "Do you trust her that much?"
"She's my Shikigami now," Fujiwara Reya chuckled.
"Yes, that's right, she is a Shikigami now," Kawashima Miki put down her hands and raised her eyebrows at Fukaeri, "It's a bond never to be broken, not even by you, my virtuous supervisor!"
*Look at her gleefully animated expression—it's hard to remember who used to call herself foolish over and over again.*
Regarding this, Fukaeri merely nodded without expressing any opinion.
