A figure leaped down from a high place and gracefully landed in front of Baiyu.
In the light from the Mutual Aid Association building behind him, he saw the newcomer's face.
Baby fat cheeks.
A rosy complexion.
It was indeed Roxia, whom he had met once before.
Today, she was wearing the combat uniform of the Anomaly Bureau, clearly having been out on a mission, with traces of battle on her body.
And back at the hospital.
Baiyu had seen her in this outfit.
Perhaps she had just finished a mission or was in the middle of one when she heard the news of the chairman's serious injury and hurried over.
Among the group from the Anomaly Bureau today.
He observed for a while.
Roxia stood near the front, but not in the most prominent position.
She should have a not insignificant status in the Anomaly Bureau, but not yet on par with the top one or two decision-makers.
And after everyone had left.
For her to stay and approach him alone, Baiyu had no idea what she wanted.
