Chapter 187: I don’t want revenge, okay?
‘Hi, Mei. Did you want to see me?”
May called Donald Smile on the guild’s call feature.
“Oh, Donald! I’m glad you’re here.”
‘I just got off work and logged in. So what’s up, Mei? It’s so unusual to hear from you.
“Yes. So, some junior high school players gave us tickets to a haunted house. But we couldn’t go because we have our own haunted house…”
“So we’re looking for someone to go to the middle schoolers’ haunted house instead of us. We can’t waste the tickets. Donald, you love this kind of stuff, don’t you? What do you think? I mean, the defense room at the killing spree looked like hell.”
‘Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! It’s art. But sometimes it’s not a bad idea to see something scary and scream to relieve the stress of work.
“Yes! I think that’s a good idea! I’ve got about 20 tickets, so please go around.”
It’s too hard to go around the haunted house… Is there anyone here… Ah, just in time. Smoke-jyou~!
‘Hou… A haunted house… I’m not good at haunted houses but I can’t waste the kindness of the junior high school students who gave us tickets. I’ll go with you.
“Yes, yes… Yes… Let’s meet in front of the haunted house. Okay. Well then… Hmm…”
The first thing to do is to make sure that you have a good time with your friends and family.
But then Pancho calls out to her.
“No, I mean, we were pissed off that they messed up this abandoned hospital. I wanted to beat up those middle-schoolers, but… But sending Donald and Smokejaw P over there… that’s a bit much, don’t you think?”
The schoolchildren nodded at Pancho’s words, except for Mei. But May tilted her head.
“No, you see… They’re called ‘D’ cards, you know, like the banned cards.”
“I’m the kind of person you shouldn’t call lightly…”
“The treaty restricts its use…”
“Sure, I think middle schoolers are terrible, but…”
“I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong to deserve the ‘D’… I don’t think so.
The kids think she’s taking it a little too far. “Isn’t that a little too much?
But this is definitely not the awkwardness that comes when parents or teachers intervene in a problem between children.
They’ve done terrible things to us.
After working so hard for a few days, something you worked so hard on is destroyed. It is true that I was very sad, and I felt a negative emotion that I wanted to make them suffer.
But I still can’t shake the feeling that it’s a bit much. I can’t shake this feeling.
The children had a complicated feeling that they had shot a rocket launcher in anger to get back at someone who had said something bad about them.
Guilt, so to speak.
May smiles when she senses that everyone’s mind is occupied with it. Then she says something to lighten their load.
“I think you’re all mistaken. I didn’t call Mr. Donald in retaliation. I just didn’t want to waste the ticket. That’s all.” He smiled.
“To prove it… I never said anything about being interfered with by middle-schoolers, did I? I didn’t say I wanted them to get back at me, did I?”
“I mean… I’m sure.”
You never told me.
I didn’t say that.
“Yeah, Donald may say he’s scary and scary, but he really likes haunted houses and horror stories. Donald would be the perfect person to give you a ticket. That’s why I called you. That’s all I’m saying, okay? Really?” (smiles)
May’s words seemed to reassure the schoolchildren present.
“That’s right. Mei didn’t ask me to get back at you!”
“You genuinely wanted Donald to enjoy the Haunted House!”
“Yes, you’re right. I would never… And I would never ask anyone for it. You guys are terrible. Smile.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
“I thought you were pissed off inside, Mei-chan~.”
“Ha-ha-ha. Well then, everyone, let’s get back on track and try to fix the haunted house!”
“””” oh oh oh!””” “””
“I’m sure the middle schoolers… I’m sure they won’t be able to come to the disturbance.”
The last of May’s mutterings reached no one’s ears.
The two of them are the Donald and the Smoke Strike P. May sent the most fearsome assassins into the enemy camp.
(I wanted Donald, who loves scary things, to genuinely enjoy the haunted house…? You guys are so sweet.)
Auga is alone with a stiff look on his face, his legs trembling with fear.
(If May really believed that, she would have invited Donald here first. But she didn’t…)
That’s what I’m talking about.
No, what do you mean?
Zoma, who was standing beside him, quizzically quips at Auga’s words.
“Mei! I’m here!”
“Oh, Donald and his friends are here. I’m gonna go give them their tickets.
Looks like Donald has arrived downstairs. May is fluttering down the stairs.
Looks like the end of middle school has begun.
Auga nodded at Zoma’s words as he gazed at Mei’s bouncing twin-tails.
I think even oga went too far with what may did. Too much? You didn’t have to go that far. I understand how the other members felt.
But Oga knows that Mei was the one who worked the hardest on this haunted house project.
She’s the one who’s most upset about what they did to her.
I know you want to get back at me yourself. But he won’t do it because he doesn’t want to ruin this project that we’ve worked so hard on together. That’s the only reason I’m holding out.
So this is a good way to get back at him, right? I think.
I had no sympathy for those kids.
“Well, let’s leave the middle-schoolers to the grown-ups… We’ll take care of the middle-schoolers and get this thing fixed up.
“Oh. We can’t let Mei’s thought go to waste.
Oga and Zoma nodded and rushed to join the repairs.