The one who opened the door and waved his hand.
As I looked at Mongmong, my expression didnât change.
His light green hair, bright and cheerful demeanor, and slightly flushed eyes were exactly the same as when I had seen him earlier in the day.
âItâs been a while since weâve seen each other, hasnât it?â
âIt hasnât been that long, really.â
âHahaha, is that so? Well, if you say so, then thatâs how it is.â
He still had that air of being completely out of his mind. He seemed ridiculously excited for some reason, as though everything was perfect in his world.
How had he appeared so suddenly? That thought didnât even cross my mind.
âI knew heâd be nearby anyway.â
I hadnât tried to sense his presence, but I was sure heâd been watching me from somewhere.
âHeâs definitely been keeping an eye on me.â
Ever since I started suspecting him, I knew he wouldnât stay far. Even if he had briefly left to check something, he wouldâve returned to confirm more.
And, as I thought:
âI was right.â
It seemed my assumption had been spot on. He had indeed been watching me.
Acknowledging that, I spoke to him.
âYou donât seem like someone from around here. Are you sure itâs okay for you to waltz into a prison like this?â
âHuh?â
Mongmong tilted his head in response to my words. His innocent mannerisms matched his appearance, making him seem almost too naive.
However.
âCome on, thereâs nowhere in this place I canât go.â