After acting as a firefighter, Ejie returned and escorted the final convoy back to the Takagi estate.
The current time had reached past eleven o'clock, meaning less than five hours remained before leaving this world.
Now he was on the balcony, seemingly admiring the starry sky and enjoying the cool night breeze, but actually chatting with the interdimensional netizen with the ID "Tendo Civil Security Company."
Currently, only two people were online.
As for who this person was, of course he had understood immediately upon seeing this ID.
So he had shared some intelligence about this world.
During their conversation, he also learned why that world was so sick.
Why people would so irrationally hate and antagonize those infected children, calling them "Cursed Children."
Why their tolerance for them was so low, comparable to rats crossing the street.
The reason was the existence of so-called public opinion manipulation.
In that collapsed world, the survivors needed an outlet for venting and a direction for their hatred.
So the upper echelons deliberately guided it toward those children.
Whenever problems arose, state institutions, fearing being targeted by angry citizens, used the Cursed Children to divert attention and overlook institutional problems.
But wasn't such behavior utterly stupid?
Weren't they worried about the moment these Cursed Children awakened and began to resist?
For this, without needing Kisara Tendo's explanation, Ejie could roughly understand that the current strategy of directing hatred toward the Cursed Children wouldn't lead to uprising behavior from them anytime soon.
It was simple—since the birth of Cursed Children until now, the oldest were only ten years old, with completely immature minds.
Moreover, the vast majority of these children were essentially left to fend for themselves. Like savages, they had received almost no education and certainly weren't matches for seasoned politicians skilled in political manipulation.
Additionally, they used such despicable means by consistently telling these Cursed Children, intentionally or unintentionally, that they were the evil of this world.
They didn't need to teach them directly—as long as it was in propaganda and broadcasts where those Cursed Children could see it.
This would subconsciously influence their thinking bit by bit, making them gradually believe they were evil, that they were filthy existences.
[Golden Toilet: Aren't you worried about someone secretly adopting Cursed Children and training them on a large scale? Making them hate humanity?
Tendo Civil Security Company: Large-scale training is impossible, but secretly targeting a few for training is possible. After all, those disgusting trash aren't really stupid—they also have people specifically monitoring the Cursed Children's movements
Golden Toilet: But doing it this way will backfire sooner or later. If some Cursed Child with special abilities appears who also matures mentally early, that would be interesting
Tendo Civil Security Company: I'm looking forward to it too ]
So after chatting for a couple more lines, the other person had business and logged off, leaving him alone.
Correction—there was actually another person, which was A2.
Chatting with her easily led to conversational dead ends. After all, A2 had that kind of personality—taciturn.
Although 2B was also taciturn, her setting seemed to have particularly rich inner thoughts, actually being a very shy character type.
He just didn't know if reality was like that.
But A2 was truly that kind of somewhat rigid and serious type—conversations were just him asking and her answering, without responding to much beyond the questions.
Returning to reality and opening his eyes, a fragrance happened to drift over.
To his side, a deep purple-haired girl leaned against the balcony railing.
That profile under the moonlight—originally a beautiful face—appeared somewhat dreamily beautiful with a layer of hazy moonlight gauze.
"Is the starry sky here the same as on your side?"
"I don't know, but this Big Dipper feels about the same."
Ejie shrugged as he answered.
"Speaking of which, what happened while I was away?"
After returning from firefighting duty, he had noticed everyone looking at him strangely.
This wasn't like simply knowing about his and Saeko's affair—as if after he left, something else had happened that made their gazes very subtle.
Some would be shy when making eye contact with him, but that definitely wasn't because they knew he and Saeko had done that kind of thing.
Especially Saya Takagi—her gaze was very disgusted, and she had called him a super pervert upon meeting.
"About that, it's that thing in the teapot that looked very similar to Panacea—they accidentally drank it."
This statement nearly made Ejie, who was about to take a gulp from a bottle beside him, spray it out.
That was something Saeko had collected through manual, chest, and oral efforts, originally meant to be consumed in front of him as a kind of seductive performance, but they were interrupted.
"What did they drink? Come on, let's have another drink with teacher, Busujima-san—"
A drunkard swayed over, unsteady and directly leaning on Ejie.
"Ejie-san, you should drink too. As a man, not drinking at all makes you seem unmanly."
Shizuka Marikawa pushed the bottle in her hand toward him.
Now she was drunk and confused.
Otherwise, if she were sober, she wouldn't give him alcohol, knowing he had to return to a place that might be even more troublesome and dangerous than here.
"Ugh! Ah, sorry, sorry—"
Although even more confused now, she realized she had vomited on him and apologized frantically, reaching out to wipe it off.
The result was making it worse the more she wiped, leaving Ejie speechless.
"Teacher Shizuka, that's enough! Go drink with my mother!"
Saya Takagi came over to pull her away.
Now there was a group of drunkards here.
What was originally a small farewell party for him had turned into a drinking party for this group of drunkards.
Saya Takagi herself had also been forced to drink quite a bit, making her brain somewhat dizzy.
Originally a high school student, she naturally wasn't allowed to drink. But given the current circumstances, who cared about such things?
Moreover, drinking was also her way of numbing herself.
So when pulling Teacher Shizuka away, she looked with complex emotions at him intimately leaning together with Saeko Busujima.
Her brain couldn't help but recall accidentally drinking that substance, and after the candles were relit, she had seen something slide down from inside Saeko Busujima's apron.
Being smart, she had immediately understood what it was from Rika Minami and Yuko Sagiri's expressions and wanted to faint.
So if there had been more time before departure, she might have really used alcohol to throw a tantrum, but not now.
This was the time to stay calm, because Saeko Busujima had further revealed some of his circumstances—the place he was returning to was so terrible that even hell would cry seeing it.
From Saeko Busujima's expression, she seemed to be revealing that he might not survive the crisis after returning and could die.
At such a time, she shouldn't be troublesome and annoy him.
Why was Saeko Busujima such a lucky one, making contact with him and being the first person he met when arriving in this world, instead of herself?
Saya Takagi was very jealous.
Here in the bathroom, Ejie would again experience that day's help with washing.
And this time, it would be more comprehensive and even deeper.
However, when they reached that previous step again, the door was opened again, and the glasses girl came again.
But this time there was an additional person, someone quite unexpected—Yuriko Takagi.
This lady seemed to be completely drunk, those moist eyes seeming to see a different world.
The world seemed distorted by a layer of water mist, distorted into the world of her fantasies.
The next second, their gazes met, and her look toward him became even moister.
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