221 Lightning Strike

Iroha Hasegawa.

The girl with curly green hair was still wearing the same outfit: the tight one-piece dress and red jacket. She was a strangely beautiful contrast to the abandoned amusement park’s rusting entrance, which she was currently standing on.

"You really came all the way to this place, honestly…" Iroha clicked her tongue.

"You told me to come here," said Seiji coldly.

"Yeah, yeah, but wouldn’t most people not want to come to such a haunted place? Plus, I was brutally honest with you. I even told you I would beat you up here! You actually came, and even arrived early—are you actually a masochist? Pervert."

Seiji was rendered speechless.

He felt that using logic and reason with this girl was impossible.

"If you didn’t come, I could have reported that to Milady, and then she wouldn’t have to care about you anymore. I could simply just kill you." Iroha’s gaze was icy cold.

But she quickly smiled again.