[Protagonist's POV]
I was flustered. She seemed to trust me way too much.
"And knowing your personality, you wouldn't use it unless it's absolutely necessary. You hate standing out, don't you? I don't see you as the type with the guts to draw everyone's attention just to solve a few small problems."
"…Well, yeah."
Unless it's a life-or-death threat, I probably wouldn't bother with it.
Drawing attention in this world is basically begging for an early grave.
A martial artist confident in their skills might handle immediate danger, but me? Without someone to protect me, I'd lose to a random guy with a knife.
I've got no plans to use it unless it's dire.
"I won't refuse it for now. It's true I need a way to meet again."
"And just so you don't feel burdened, use it however you want. I owe you, after all."
"Me?"
Her words made me tilt my head.
If anything, I'd owe her—not the other way around.
It was suspicious enough to make me wonder if something happened without me knowing.
