Honestly, scaring people is just too much fun, especially Urushibara Mirei.
In my past life, I really disliked people like her.
Although she turns over a new leaf later on, that only happens after her reincarnation; she hasn’t done so yet.
Having read the original work in my past life, I gave her a nickname—the Wakaba Hiiro Detector.
The whole class thought Kumoko was Wakaba Hiiro, but she was the only one who guessed that Kumoko wasn’t Wakaba Hiiro.
Talk about knowing someone inside out; she spotted the discrepancy at a single glance.
Soon, Hina finished drawing this volume of the manga.
Just as she was about to take a blank sketchbook out of her schoolbag, a voice that sounded like a ghost whispered in her ear.
“Manga.”
“Whoa!” Hina, who had been highly focused, was startled out of her wits by this ghostly whisper.
“Who—who is… Ah, it’s just you, Wakaba-san. You scared the life out of me! Could you please not talk to me like that next time? It’s terrifying. Here, this is the manga I just finished drawing.”
Wakaba took the manga and sat in her seat, expressionless, completely absorbed in reading it.
Did D make that sound on purpose?
No, I should be more confident and drop the “did she” part.
She is the Evil God D, the master of the Underworld.
She’s here purely for amusement and to slack off.
She definitely did that just to see me get scared.
As expected of an Evil God.
“Thank you,” Wakaba Hiiro said flatly, spitting out those two words before continuing to read.
On the other hand, upon hearing those two words from Wakaba Hiiro, Hina felt as if her back was pressed against a massive icicle.
Fear surged from her toes straight to the crown of her head.
The hand she was drawing with froze.
Her brain, which had been trying to brainstorm drawing ideas while simultaneously thinking about the Evil God D, instantly crashed.
Even her heart skipped a beat, and her entire body seemed to have been put on pause.
A second later, Hina successfully rebooted.
Her heart began to pound wildly as if injected with adrenaline, and her knuckles turned white from gripping her pen too hard.
The temperature plummeted, her pupils contracted in fear, and her breathing became rapid.
Though this single second was incredibly brief, to the current Hina, it felt longer than an entire lifetime.
{Please rest assured, Host.
You have not been discovered.
This system can block her mind-reading, memory-probing, and other similar abilities.}
{Just now, this system altered your inner thoughts.
What she heard was: “Did she make that sound on purpose? No, I should be more confident and drop the ‘did she’. As expected, a pitiful person must have something hateful about them, and a hateful person must have something pitiful about them. Yes, she must be that kind of person.”}
Damn it, system, you bastard!
You scared me to death!
Getting scared twice in one day by the Evil God D…
If you don’t, I’m quitting!
[Understood. Issuing compensation… Please wait…]
Huh?
Wait, you’re being that straightforward?
Shouldn’t you first change the subject or stall for time to gloss over it?
A system like you is really rare.
{Compensation issuance complete.
Ding!
Affected by other factors, the compensation failed to issue.
The host is required to romance Wakaba Hiiro or be romanced by Wakaba Hiiro.}
Okay, I take back what I just said.
You dog of a system, screw you!
Romance Wakaba Hiiro?
She’s the Evil God D, who has lived for tens of thousands of years!
Combined, my past and present lives don’t even add up to eighteen years.
How the hell am I supposed to romance her?
If she romanced me, wouldn’t I be played to death, or dragged to the Underworld to die of overwork?
Forget this compensation, I don’t want it!