Turning back to look, he saw that girl who had yelped was currently holding on to her ankle. It was most probably hurt when she was struggling to free herself earlier.
“Are you alright?” asked Gerald and the other girl simultaneously as they both squatted down.
Momentarily surprised by their similar reactions, the girl then replied, “My ankle hurts pretty badly… I don’t think I can walk!”
“Hmm… Well I’ll support you then!” said the charismatic bespectacled girl.
Despite her friend’s help, the injured girl’s leg was too hurt for her to walk more than a few steps at a time.
After watching them stop to rest a few times, Gerald simply said, “…This is taking far too long… Just let me have a look!”
“Of course! But… Wouldn’t it be better if you had her ankle checked back at our place? I’m afraid that those hooligans will return!” replied the bespectacled girl in a gentle tone.
“Sure thing,” said Gerald as he carried the injured girl on his back. Carrying her like this again, Gerald felt rather nostalgic.
“Speaking of, where are all of you headed to?”
“Ah, we’re staying in Bacht Hotel!”
“Oh? What a coincidence! I’m staying there too!”
“I see! Are you here for a trip?”
“Indeed! What about both of you? Are you reporters or something?” replied Gerald with a slightly bitter smile.
Shocked, the girls then asked, “H-how did you know?”
“Well, let’s just say that your character sort of gave you away!” said Gerald.
“Haha! You’re quite funny aren’t you?” replied the charismatic girl with glasses.
Sighing, the bespectacled girl then replied, “It’s pointless arguing with you…”
Hearing that, Gerald himself remained quiet. Soon enough, the trio arrived at the hotel.
There was a restaurant on the hotel’s first floor, and upon all three of them entering, a group of people who were eating there immediately noticed the two girls. Seemingly acquainted with them, the group of people immediately ran over to them.
“Are you alright?”
“What’s this then? What happened? How did you injure your leg?” asked what seemed to be the leader of the group in a concerned tone as he walked over.
Just as his question ended, another of the men—who looked rather charismatic and wore a suit—ran straight for the injured girl before asking, “Are you alright, Giya?”
Before she could even reply, the same guy turned to look at Gerald rather jealously.
‘…Who is this guy? And why is he carrying her on his back…’
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