231 This Isn't a Game Where You Play By Yourself

"That must be Houjou-san," Saki’s voice said through Seiji's walkie-talkie.

"Yeah, I never anticipated that it would be her, nor did I expect her to be so incredible... yet having said that, I should have expected it! She was planning on joining this game to begin with, and she’s quite an amazing woman."

"As… as expected of a maid," Mayuzumi said.

"Yeah, a maid… er, this is a little…" Seiji felt as if there was something wrong with this.

But thinking it over more closely, a maid that was great at housework, cooking, making sweets, and shooting… seemed rather common?

Yep, there was no problem with that. Of course there was a problem with that!

'Being amazing at shooting isn't something a maid is supposed to be good at, okay!' In the end, Seiji couldn’t help but inwardly comment on the strange turn of events.

"Eh, a maid… could that person there be Mai Houjou-sama? The Smiling Executioner!?" Chiaki finally realized what was going on.