It seemed like Ryuto understood the idea.

"By the way, all other transportation options also stop at nine o'clock."

The girl delivered the final blow.

"Ugh..."

I really want to immigrate to this country.

In the midst of despair, Ryuto, no, he harbored such a wish.

However, there was a problem that needed to be solved right now.

Since all transportation has stopped operating, what should they do?

Perhaps seeing Ryuto's dilemma.

"If that's the case, let us take Mr. Ryuto there as a token of our previous gratitude, is that okay?"

The girl proposed.

"Oh... that's fine."

Ryuto immediately agreed, but...

"Isn't your car out of service?"

He quickly realized this harsh reality.

"Mr. Ryuto doesn't need to worry about that."

With a calm expression, the girl turned her gaze to the old man, who nodded in agreement.

Huh? What's going on?

Stop sending secret signals, I don't understand at all. It reminds me of the maids at the café from before.

As Ryuto was wondering, the old man made a phone call.

Are they calling for a car?

Oh my...

They must be really wealthy, how many cars do they even have at home? No wonder they didn't even spare a glance when they saw the car destroyed, they do view cars as trash, huh? Well, if there was actually trash on the road, wouldn't anyone take a look?

Suddenly, the car feels so pitiful... not even as good as trash?

Oh my...

Damn bourgeoisie, we proletariat share a common enemy. But wait, why does it feel like I'm the only proletariat here, and everyone around me is bourgeoisie?

Fuck, can this game be played?

"Never mind, it's too much hassle, and I don't want to go anyway."

Ryuto just smiled and waved his hand.

The girl responded calmly.

"No, Mr. Ryuto doesn't need to worry about that, because..."

Ryuto couldn't hear the rest, not because the girl didn't say it, but because her words were drowned out by other noises.

"Gurgle, gurgle—"

Huh? What's that sound?

Ryuto instinctively looked towards the source of the sound, but in the next moment.

"Ugh..."

A strong light shone in his face, making it hard for Ryuto to open his eyes. After his eyes adjusted, Ryuto finally saw the true face of that thing.

"Huh? A helicopter?"

Seeing the helicopter hovering in the sky, Ryuto made a strange exclamation.

Just as Ryuto was surprised, the old man had already instructed the helicopter to land safely.

Then.

"Miss, we are ready."

Reporting this to the girl.

"Mr. Ryuto, you may proceed."

The girl shifted her gaze to Ryuto.

"Ah..."

While Ryuto responded, he felt like a million grass-mud horses galloping inside.

Oh my...

I actually naively thought it would be a car. Being such a loser, my imagination is so lacking. I never thought it would be a private helicopter, just how extravagant is this? Are we really in the same world? Maybe I'm just too young after all.

Ryuto could only smile wryly with his eyes closed at this.

"Wait a moment."

At this moment, Miyuki beside them spoke up to stop them.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Are you still bothered by what just happened?"

"It's not that, darling, you've misunderstood."

Miyuki puffed up her cheeks in anger.

"..."

It seems you don't have the right to say that.

"What about it?"

"Did darling not consider the location?"

Miyuki whispered lowly into Ryuto's ear.

"The location? Don't you know it?"

"It's not about that. Since she said she would take us there, we can't just tell her the exact location directly."

"Oh, that's true."

"Huh...? What, did darling actually think this through already?"

"Well, let's just go along with it for now. It's getting late, and there's no other way."

"Sounds good."

Although reluctantly, Miyuki eventually agreed.

Even though she said she wasn't bothered, she still seemed to care about what just happened, although Ryuto himself didn't know what that was about.

In any case, Ryuto and the others just ended up catching a ride in this wind, no, catching a flight toward their destination.

By the way, wasn't a wind supposed to be free? Is this a free ride after all?