The next morning, while everyone was having breakfast, before Qianshu could explain the situation to Duanmu Huai, another guest joined in.
"I've encountered some trouble, could you help me out?"
Nanami Yachiyo, who had come here, seemed a bit reluctant, but... judging by her expression, it seemed she had no choice.
"What happened?"
Duanmu Huai didn't mind, and the others were curious. Under everyone's gaze, Tamaki Iroha beside Nanami Yachiyo hesitantly explained her situation.
It turned out that starting from yesterday afternoon, every hour, a piece of paper would fall from the sky in front of Tamaki Iroha. It started with 24, then 23, 22. She was a bit uneasy and approached Nanami Yachiyo for advice, but the latter had no clues either, only advising her to be careful.
But when Tamaki Iroha woke up this morning...
"I found so many paper strips beside my pillow..."
As she spoke, Tamaki Iroha fearfully took out a stack of paper strips and placed them on the table.
