[‘The Manager of the Creative Economy’ enjoys random elements.]
“You should tell me what the choices are before I pick.”
“For now, let’s say the side with the button is ‘Hypocrisy,’ and the side without it is ‘Betrayal.’”
“…….”
“Come on, hurry up.”
The names of the options were all unsettling, but I decided to play along.
“Hmm, the right hand.”
Reed opened both hands at the same time. The right hand I chose was empty.
“Betrayal it is. Good choice, Ailette Rodeline. I like it very much.”
He raised the corner of his mouth in a captivating smile.
“Now, let’s go do something bad together.”
To reach our destination, we had to use a spatial transfer stone and then continue on foot.
We boarded a carriage that connected villages and endured the bumpy ride, feeling every jolt in our seats.
I sat facing Reed. He had incinerated his paladin uniform and was now dressed in a plain shirt and pants.
Even with a simple, unadorned outer garment draped over his…