“Weren’t we supposed to keep quiet about the dream stuff?”
“Huh? I don’t remember us agreeing to that.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Even what happened in the valley?”
“…….”
The memory of clamping my hand over his mouth flashed vividly. I flinched, missing my chance to respond.
[‘The Soul-Judging Scales’ is intently listening to your conversation.]
[‘The Balance-Adjusting Cynic’ clicks its tongue, wondering what confidence you have with only 9.9 billion cash left.]
[‘The Creation Economy Manager’ is pressuring the development team to release the Genre Change Ticket Trial Version.]
[‘The World-Building Spirit’ hurriedly gets to work!]
<Wait, did something happen between you two…?>
“Uh… well, it’s just…”
<Ah, got it. You’re not in the mood to talk right now. Tell me later.>
Reed tilted his head with a look that said, See?
I’ll admit, there was plenty of room for misunderstanding. But explaining it…