Crossover anime, a daily life that begins with hunting supernatural beings.

We need to make sure that Dad and the others send someone over.

at the same time...

Saya Takagi secretly vowed to herself that she would stay far away from such urban legends from now on.

I will never be foolish enough to come here again.

"boss?"

After looking around at the scattered people lying on the ground, Yotsuya Miko bit her lip.

However, she did not offer to make the decision for Sakurai. As Sakurai's assistant, Yotsuya Miko knew that she could not influence Sakurai's decision.

All she could do was whisper Sakurai's name to confirm his opinion and thoughts.

Unharmed?

It seems this one was originally chosen as the "ovary".

Sakurai glanced at Takagi Saya out of the corner of his eye and came to this conclusion.

I thought about it...

He still took out his phone, and Sakurai stared silently at the phone screen with zero signal without saying a word.

After casually typing out a string of random characters, he silently pressed the call button. As the cheerful ringtone sounded, before Sakurai could even put the phone to his ear, the guy on the other end of the line answered with a beep.

"Moshi moshi..."

"This is the bartender who can buy anything. How can I help you?"

His voice was tinged with languor and amusement, and his tone suggested that he was a shrewd businessman who had just woken up, yawning as he greeted Sakurai.

"It's resolved. Everyone is alive. Tell your employer to send someone to pick them up."

"I think you should be able to handle the follow-up treatment, as long as the money is right."

"You can buy limb regeneration, right?"

Sakurai glanced around the scene and indifferently relayed the situation. The shrewd businessman who knew Sakurai well immediately sensed the deep impatience in his indifferent tone.

"Oh my, as expected of Sakurai-kun. Alright, I'll take care of the rest."

"Someone will come and take over here in ten minutes at most."

"Could you please do me a favor and wait a few more minutes?"

"As for payment, how about we settle it on the spot when Mr. Sakurai comes to my shop another day?"

In an instant, he switched from a half-asleep state to business mode, and the shrewd businessman's sickeningly friendly voice came through the phone to Sakurai's ears.

"Five minutes, I'll wait for you for a maximum of five minutes."

He offered the unscrupulous merchant a 50% discount, and Sakurai said he would turn around and leave on the spot if the merchant didn't agree.

"No problem, please wait a moment, sir."

Five minutes later, Sakurai, Yotsuya Miko, and the person who came to take over completed the handover and left the abandoned factory.

I had no interest in saying a single word to the young lady of the Takashiro family throughout the entire process.

Even though she was so scared that her limbs were weak, Takagi Saya still lived up to her title of "brain trust." Her mind was still relatively clear, and she didn't make any sound except for her breathing.

48. The Glasses Girl Who Came to My Door

After leaving the factory, Sakurai got into a black Honda.

This was the trip arranged for him by the bartender.

"Your reward is one of the food remnants you get from the unscrupulous merchant."

"I'll give it to you when I get it tomorrow. Take your time to choose carefully."

"This is very precious."

"For the vast majority of people, obtaining relics from the supernatural is a very rare thing. If you can consistently get one from a hundred supernatural beings, you're considered extremely lucky."

"The food remains found here are exceptionally rare."

"It can be described as a rare and precious item, which can greatly help you truly embark on your journey into the Inner World."

"You should have felt it too, right? After eating that candy, you can see more clearly."

"If I continue to take it and keep developing my eyes, maybe one day I will be able to control my ability to see."

"This is also the opportunity you chose to have while under my command, an opportunity that you cannot see."

"You'll be able to live the life you want, if your mindset hasn't changed by then."

Sitting in the back seat, after the car stopped, Sakurai turned his head to look at Yotsuya Miko, who was sitting next to him with her hands naturally resting on her knees.

Sakurai, who rarely managed to utter a long string of words during the battle, spoke softly.

After saying that, he got off the car at the intersection in front of Yotsuya Miko's house.

With his back straight, Sakurai looked up at the moon in the sky, then lowered his head again and pulled Yotsuya Miko out of the car.

"Uh-oh."

"I see."

"I will work hard, boss."

Looking at Sakurai's face, Yotsuya Miko, who couldn't muster the courage to say a resolute nod, obediently nodded.

After glancing at Sakurai and confirming that he had nothing to say, Yotsuya Miko prepared to go back.

I hope my mom and Kyosuke don't know I went out, otherwise it will be super troublesome to explain.

"correct..."

"Well done, you did a perfect job as my assistant."

Overall, I'm quite satisfied.

"Go home and get a good night's sleep. Don't bring me lunch tomorrow."

"If you have nightmares, remember to tell me. I remember that the shady merchant has sleeping aids."

"I'll go get one for you."

If Sakurai remembers correctly, the shady merchant had bedding made from the fur of the Baku.

If you were to exchange this reward for something, you should be able to get one.

Sakurai said, "They completely treat the izakaya run by unscrupulous merchants as a quest posting hut and an item shop for obtaining items."

Although the result was correct.

Having said what needed to be said, Sakurai turned and walked towards the apartment.

Boss, are you concerned about me?

Unconsciously, Yotsuya Miko opened her eyes wide and felt her heart pounding.

Why is my heart beating faster than I can control?

Were you scared by the boss's unusual behavior?

Miko Yotsuya stared blankly at Sakurai's retreating figure, speechless.

what happened...

Am I sick too?

......

......

Nothing happened that night, and Sakurai, who had been resting with his eyes closed during class, had recovered.

So...

After I go back and change my clothes, I'll go find the shady merchant to collect my reward for this mission.

The thought of food scraps he had never eaten before being delivered to his door made his lips involuntarily curve into a tiny smile.

What should I do if I'm a little happy?

I was supposed to go to tutoring, but something suddenly came up with Kirisu Mafuyu.

So it's really great that he can get what he wants right away.

I wonder what kind of remnants they will be—candy, snacks, or rice balls or something like that.

Anything is fine with him right now, all he wants is to have a good meal.

Let him enjoy it at least once.

If...

If he can really accomplish what he wants to do just like that.

Sakurai, who already had no other expression, became even colder. An invisible aura of stiffness and coldness grew stronger as he walked towards home.

Sakurai's expression turned cold as he approached his floor.

"I don't remember leaving my home address with you."

"I don't recall ever asking you to come to my door."

Standing at the top of the stairs, Sakurai stared blankly at the uninvited guest before him.

Even with light makeup, she couldn't hide her pale complexion. The girl with pink-peach glasses, who looked like she had taken great care of herself, was standing in front of his house wearing a custom-made high-end bathrobe.

“Mr. Sakurai saved my life and my friend’s life. My father insisted that we must come in person to thank you for your kindness no matter what.”

"On behalf of my parents who were unable to be there, I thank you for your help."

"Actually, if my friend's injuries hadn't been so severe and my father hadn't been so busy, it would have been my parents who came to visit this time."

"Please forgive any shortcomings in this regard."

"This is an apology gift we prepared for you."

Sakurai's unbridled rejection froze Takagi Saya's friendly smile. She took two silent breaths, barely managing to control her temper. Her attitude was gentle, even humble.