Demon Disease, Again (5)

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Pericia's driving was rough, ‘as usual.’

Was it because she was a former soldier?

She drove an expensive car as though it were a military vehicle in the middle of a war.

‘This is why I hate riding in cars driven by Pericia.’

When I told her to hurry more than usual because there was an emergency patient, her driving became even rougher than usual.

Cutting across lanes was the bare minimum, and whenever she felt like it, she even pulled off spectacular drifts as she drove toward the clinic.

Inside the car, I was tossed from side to side in the back seat like a pinball.

It was only thanks to Freyja holding on to me.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been strange if I had been flung out the window...