"Hmm?"
Hidaka Mirai reacted a beat late, but finally showed some response to this new topic that was different from the previous complaints and tantrums.
She stopped the mechanical action of pouring wine, tilted her head, and looked at Master Satoru, who had suddenly quieted down, with eyes equally blurred by alcohol yet trying hard to comprehend.
Master Satoru didn't immediately respond to Mirai's confusion.
She was silent for a moment, then slowly moved her gaze away from the pot and onto Hidaka Mirai's neck—where a plain white amulet was faintly visible between the collars.
With the last surge of drunkenness, she spoke with a tone that mixed capriciousness, generosity, and an inexplicable emotion, "After all... you have the amulet he gave you."
Satoru paused, his gaze sweeping over Mirai's face, which looked adorably clumsy due to the drunkenness: "And... I quite like you."
