I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad

Something unusual was happening.

Meeting Ethan gave me a clue, and I quickly began piecing together the hints.

“That radio transmission earlier... It must have been about this. Answer, the demon we met this afternoon, is now causing enough of a disturbance in the subway that the police had to intervene.”

Of course, it didn’t make any sense to me. Answer didn’t have the means or the motive to cause such a problem.

A clumsy demon who tripped over her own feet, cried like a child when treated to snacks—was now causing chaos so extreme the police couldn’t handle it?

Even if Answer was hiding incredible powers, it was hard to believe. The police in Nighthaven weren’t so incompetent that they’d fail to handle one demon.

“Which leaves me with two possibilities. Either the demon wreaking havoc in the subway isn’t Answer, or... someone else is involved.”

I leaned more toward the latter. My reasoning? The napkin contract Answer had given me.

The densely inscribed words on the napkin were trembling dangerously, as if they might dissolve at any moment. It was as though the contract itself was nearing its limit.

Something had gone terribly wrong. Perhaps so wrong that I might never see Answer again.

“Yuria! Look at this!”

While I stared intently at the napkin, Sabrina, who had been fiddling with her device, suddenly held it out to me.