022 – New Wine in New Wineskins (6)

022 – New Wine in New Wineskins (6)

Crash—.

Ms. Saya fell backward.

At the same time, Bori-bori’s tail bristled, and its nose wrinkled.

“Tembel…!”

It smacked the back of my hand with its tail. It seemed to be angry with me.

That word probably meant something like ‘Idiot!’ or ‘Stupid!’

“…Nesikha!”

Now Bori-bori was circling around Ms. Saya, who had fallen to the floor.

Its expression was full of unmistakable worry and concern...