episode_0014

“Huh?”

“Huh?”

Christie runs around the room with a face full of interest, looking closely at the faces of the man and woman alternately. Ray looks dumbfounded, and Mila, her face bright red, looks at the floor as if she made a mistake.

“What are you doing? You’re driving me crazy… .”

A woman who appears to be Christie’s boss scolds her, unable to stand watching.

“The two statements are contradictory?”

Christie, who had been observing Mila through the crack in the iron bars, simply turned her head and answered.

“Here we go again. Again and again.”

The boss, who caught the evil smile on her face, shook his head and decided to finish organizing the paperwork he was doing. This was because, in the eyes of the boss who had missed his chance to get married because of work, it looked like a lover’s fight between two lovers.

“One side clearly said they were in a romantic relationship, but the other side gave a different answer… .”

Christie began to monologue as she walked slowly around the room, arms folded, just like a detective.

“Was I the only one in love?”

She turns her body towards Ray and tilts her head to the side. Christie smirks at Ray, who avoids eye contact as if wondering who he is teasing, and then walks back to the iron bars.

“You’re a guest… . I thought it was a business relationship? Wait, if it’s a business relationship and a romantic relationship… .”

“Hey, stop talking nonsense!?”

Mila also snaps at Christie, who turns to look at her and shakes her head.

“I haven’t said much yet… . Well? What kind of relationship would that be? Huh? Huh? ”

As the interesting reaction came out, Christie continued to question Mila while making eye contact with her.

Ray, who had thought that things would be resolved quickly if they just casually mentioned that they were lovers, was a little annoyed by Mila’s intrusion without notice.

“Weren’t we lovers?”

“Oh, right! Wait… ,I mean. I forgot. Yeah. You were originally a customer. A customer who was supposed to be giving directions. ”

He’s so flustered that he’s talking nonsense. It’s actually quite cute to watch. He keeps glancing at Christie and desperately trying to convince her that it wasn’t ‘that kind of business.’

“You forgot? You thought it was nothing serious enough to make you forget?”

Ray, who decided to tease her a little more, starts to tease her. Of course, it was a vibe that came from being caught for over a decade. Christie felt sorry that she didn’t have any snacks to eat while watching the two fight.

“No, that’s not it. Tell me more clearly, I have a ton of work to do today… .”

“I hope you get out safely by tomorrow. I have to get directions tomorrow too.”

As he deliberately cuts her off harshly and turns around to leave the police station, intending to secretly observe her expression from outside the building, Christie runs up to him and grabs his hand to stop him.

“…? Why?”

“It’s common for women to show off. Isn’t that woman being considerate of you because she’s worried you’ll get annoyed too?”

“… … Is this true?”

Ray looked at Mila with suspicious eyes. Mila was inwardly grateful that Christie suddenly took her side.

“Of course. Yeah. We’re dating, but there was no need to tell these people. ”

“Are we really dating?”

“That’s right!”

As she nods her head madly, her chest shakes up and down despite being hidden behind iron bars. Ray decides to stop here because he thinks she might cry if he teases her any longer and pretends to lose and goes back inside.

And at the same time, there are two women who are sighing in relief. One of them is, of course, locked in a cage, and the other is Christie, who took off her shoes and stepped forward for fear that the pretty boy she had met after a long time would lose his partner right in front of her. To her, having a partner was more important than anything else. She would take off her shoes and help someone else with their love life.

Christie slowly walks up to the iron bars, pulling out a chair in front of her desk, guiding Ray to a seat, and then smiles faintly through the iron bars.

Mila extends her hand for a handshake with sparkling eyes. Christie glances down at her hand, takes off her white gloves, and shakes her hand, holding only the tip of her hand.

***

“So… That’s it, right?”

The map at the police station didn’t even show the town where Ray was born and raised. As he was groping to explain the location, Christie grabbed his hand and dragged him to a spot on the map, pointing with her finger.

Ray, slightly flustered when she suddenly grabbed his hand, turns around to see Christie smiling brightly, her face close enough to brush his.

“When are you going to let me out of here? I’m just going to pay a fine.”

“From inside the cage, Mila spoke bluntly.

“I’ll check if there’s anything dangerous on the cart and take it out after I finish checking.”

Christie, who didn’t want to be interrupted from having the best time alone with her lover while her girlfriend was locked in the iron bars, answered without even looking back.

“Then hurry up and send it… I have a lot to do.”

At that moment, a man rushes into the police station building. His fancy shirt with lace decorations is covered in red and black stains, and the bottom of his tight black pants is rolled up on one side. He stops at the entrance, panting, and takes a moment to catch his breath before opening his mouth.

“Heh, heh… . He’s here again causing trouble. Please help me… .”

Christie jumps up at the man’s words. When she turns to her boss, she nods her head once as if telling her to go. After Christie runs out after the man, Mila and Ray, who are left standing there, look at each other with dumbfounded expressions.

“How about we just take a break today?”

Ray spoke carefully to Mila, who was looking gloomy because her schedule was disrupted.

“Sigh… … .”

Instead of answering, she leans against the wall, squats down, looks up blankly, and sighs.

“Where does something go just the way I want it to?”

Ray walks towards the iron bars and speaks.

“… That would be nice. Country kids are easygoing.”

“Think about it as you wish. But there are some things that weren’t planned that you like, right?”

Mila blushed slightly again as she looked at him and scratched her chin awkwardly.

“I have to buy a present for my mom too. When I get out of here, I’ll go look around.”

“Okay… Come here.”

It’s Mila who should come here, and she says the same thing as she crawls on all fours and approaches the iron bars. Then she straightens the cloth wrapped around Ray’s waist that was folded up.

“Why are you doing this? I told you to let go of this? How dare you do this to me?”

Before even entering the building, a loud noise can be heard from outside, and Christie enters the police station, pulling the rope with one hand just like before.

“Hiccup… . Those who don’t treat me well even though I paid money should be caught. Ouch! I told you I’m walking on my own two feet?”

A woman with long, tangled, curly hair who looked very drunk at first glance followed Christie in with her hands tied. Her fancy-looking pants were also covered in the same dark red stains as the man who had entered the police station earlier, so I figured it was just a drink spill.

“Chief? I’m a regular customer.”

Christie nods to her boss. Her boss nods dryly and sighs in exasperation.

“Don’t you know who I am! You guys shouldn’t be like this… Uwaaaah!”

A woman screams so loudly that her foot trips on the chair Ray was sitting on and she falls over with a crash. Christie hides her hands behind her back as if nothing had happened, and Ray pulls the chair closer and sits down.

“If she took off the employee’s clothes and broke the glass at the bar, I would have caught her even if she was the grandmother of a nobleman, not just a nobleman.”

“Ouch… It hurts. I fell and it hurts… … .”

Although she may not be that fat, Ray’s mother, Latia, whom he grew up seeing in this world, and unlike Mila and Christie right next to her, she doesn’t seem to have any muscle on her body, and she’s all joking around on the floor.

Then, when no one pays attention, she opens her eyes slightly. Then, her eyes meet Ray’s.

“… … Hey, what’s your name? Nunnarang Ttakttak! Want to play? ”

A few strands of curly hair even ended up in his mouth. Ray felt goosebumps run down his back for a moment.

“Mr. Privsimo, this isn’t the only time you’ve had an accident, but there have been more than one or two complaints about the noise and stench coming from your house at night. Wake up, quick. ”

Christie kicks her as she flirts with Ray while sprawled on the floor in her pointed shoes.

“Aya, are you just kicking someone?”

‘Privsimo? Where have I heard that surname?’

Christie, unable to stand watching, pulls her up herself and sits her down on a chair. The woman, who tries to bite Christie’s hand but gets hit with the back of his hand, starts whining again.

Christie opened a drawer, took out a folder, and sat down on the chair opposite her, crossing her legs.

“What were you dissatisfied with today, Mr. Privsimo?”

“Please call me by my name and honorifics properly. With that snotty hair… Seriously. Oh my, it’s hot. Why is it so hot in here? Madam! Open the window.”

“Where is Madam at the police station?”

She starts to take off her clothes, unbuttoning her shirt one by one with her tied hands. Ray’s eyes widen as her bare shoulders and chest are exposed. The hickey marks all over the place make it look like she’s been having quite the wild ride.

Christie bangs on the desk.

“Sir Algaet! Just answer my questions.”