I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad

The tear-soaked atmosphere of the dessert cafe gradually settled as time passed.

Once Anser had regained her composure, she fidgeted with her bangs, looking embarrassed.

“Um… Thank you, Yuria, and Sabrina. I feel like I’ve just been showing you an embarrassing side of myself, even though I’m supposed to be an adult….”

“Haha, it’s totally fine! Even adults feel like crying sometimes. Our teacher always says that!”

“…!”

I nodded vigorously in agreement with Sabrina’s words.

After all, even if she called herself an “adult,” Anser was barely in her early 20s.

Sure, the standards of this world might be different, but from my perspective, that wasn’t an age where you had to act all dignified.

Of course, crying in front of kids who looked about ten years old would probably haunt her for years as a “cringe memory,” but…

I hoped our small gesture had been enough to bring her some comfort.

And maybe it had.

With her eyes still red from crying, Anser looked at us as if she’d made a firm decision. Her expression was more serious now.

“I don’t have the money to repay you right now, but… I can at least give you this as thanks.”

She glanced around the cafe, then grabbed two napkins from a nearby stand.

With a flick of her fingers, she pressed her index finger and thumb together and began to trace quick, elegant strokes on the napkins as if she were writing something.

What’s she doing?

I tilted my head, puzzled by the strange gesture.

But as soon as her fingers touched the napkin, letters began to appear as if engraved onto the surface.

My eyes widened in surprise at the mysterious phenomenon.

“W-What’s that?” Sabrina asked.

“It’s not much, but… it might be helpful someday,” Anser muttered, scratching her neck in embarrassment as she handed over the napkins.

I accepted one of them and carefully read the contents.

It only took a few seconds for me to realize what it was.

[Contract Terms]

By the Oath of the Soul, the contractor, Anser, will grant the contract recipient, Yuria, temporary access to the “Eye of Contracts” at no cost. 

This contract will activate when the contract document is damaged and may be rejected at the recipient’s discretion.

…She wrote all of that on a napkin?!

I couldn’t help but feel a bit awestruck by the intricate magic required to fit such a long contract onto such a small surface.

But my admiration was quickly overtaken by shock.

Wait a second… the “Eye of Contracts”?

I knew that term. It wasn’t something you just casually handed out.

Anser was offering to lend me a demon’s Eye of Contracts for free.

I stared at the contents of the contract, blinking repeatedly as I tilted my head, trying to process it.

But before I could ask, Sabrina—ever the blunt one—spoke up without hesitation.

“What’s this thing about the ‘Eye of Contracts’?” she asked.

“Oh, um… it’s a gift for you two. I didn’t have anything else to give, so… I thought I’d give you something I can offer.”

“And this ‘Eye of Contracts’ thing?”

“Ah, that’s… it’s a special eye that demons are born with,” Anser explained. “It lets you see hidden clauses in contracts—like the sneaky fine print that’s hidden in magical contracts.”

…Huh.

Hearing that, Sabrina’s eyes widened in surprise, and so did mine.

To be honest, the mere concept of hiding terms inside a contract sounded like it should be illegal. But demons were infamous for it.

They’d use spells, symbols, or layered enchantments to obscure contract details so that the “victim” wouldn’t realize they’d signed away their soul until it was too late.

“Oh, but most demons don’t really need to hide contract terms, right?” Sabrina muttered.

If only that were true.

I glanced at Anser, and sure enough, she scratched her cheek awkwardly, looking like she wanted to disappear.

Her face was filled with discomfort, probably because she hated being associated with the dirty tricks her fellow demons used.

Honestly, I couldn’t blame her.

Many people had been tricked into ruin by demons hiding “fine print” in their contracts.

“Still, with this, you’ll be able to read hidden contract terms,” Anser said, lowering her gaze. “It’s not much, but… I thought it might be useful.”

Not much?

This was like giving someone a “Master Key” that could open every secret clause in a demon’s contract.

Demons were bound by the rules of contracts. They couldn’t sign anything that put themselves at a disadvantage, so they hid loopholes in the wording.

The fact that Anser was handing over access to this tool so casually…

This is worth way more than a Mont Blanc, isn’t it?

I stared at the contract napkin and glanced at Anser’s face.

She was watching me with an expression full of nervous hope, her lips pressed tightly together.

If I refuse this, she’s going to be heartbroken, huh…?

It felt like she’d built up all her courage to offer this to us.

…Yeah, it’s better if I just take it.

With that decision made, I folded the napkin neatly and tucked it into my pocket.

I gave Anser a small nod of gratitude.

Apparently, seeing that was enough to put her at ease.

Her tense shoulders relaxed, and she sighed softly with relief.

Seeing me accept it, Sabrina also followed suit. She glanced at her own contract napkin, then carefully folded it and slipped it into her pocket.

Even if she never used it, the contract wouldn’t activate unless the napkin was torn.

She probably decided to accept it as a sign of respect for Anser’s heartfelt gesture.

“Th-Thank you! You can use it anytime you want, really!”

“Y-Yeah, got it….”

“….”

Anser was so happy that her face flushed with excitement. Her shoulders bounced up and down, like a child giddy with joy.

It was clear that being able to offer something in return had really lifted her spirits.

“Why is this demon acting like a puppy?”

Both Sabrina and I let out awkward laughs at the thought.

Before we knew it, we felt like we’d made a surprisingly familiar new friend in Anser.

About 30 minutes later, after chatting lightly, the three of us left the dessert cafe side by side.

Despite being a bit timid, Anser had a surprisingly sociable side for a demon.

Her personality meshed well with Sabrina, who was currently her only conversation partner, and they had gotten along in no time.

“Well then, I-I should get going… I have another interview today…!”

“Take care, Anser-unnie!” Sabrina waved.

“…!”

“Th-Thanks for everything today! See you later, guys!”

Although she had been fidgety and reserved at first, Anser now waved with a bright, cheerful smile, her face looking much more lively than before.

Somehow, they’d gotten comfortable enough to speak casually and even exchange contact information.

Sabrina must’ve been thinking the same thing as me.

She’s pretty fun for a demon. I was nervous at first, but she’s more like an awkward older sister than anything.

Sabrina, watching Anser disappear into the crowd, turned her head slightly.

There, she saw Yuria, watching Anser’s retreating figure with calm, watchful eyes.

Even though Yuria was about the same height as Sabrina, her appearance was somehow… different.

Her proportions were just too perfect, like a doll walking on its own.

Even with a mask covering her face, she gave off an oddly magnetic presence that made it hard to look away.

‘And… back then, she did something strange, didn’t she?’

Sabrina’s eyes narrowed as she reflected on a memory from not too long ago.

It was the moment when David Greylord stormed into the hotel where Nemesis was holding Reine hostage.

Back then, Sabrina had been scooped up and carried by Yuria as they flew through the air.

Even now, the memory of that moment remained vivid in Sabrina’s mind.

She could still recall the sensation of floating through the sky.

Sabrina had a basic understanding of magic, thanks to the brutal training from her master, so she knew enough to say this with certainty:

That wasn’t magic.

There were no incantations. No spells. No magical formulae.

The flow of mana didn’t move like it would in a normal spell.

If anything, it felt like reality itself had been twisted.

You’d have an easier time convincing me you turned salt into sugar.

‘So… what was it, then?’

Her brow furrowed as she thought about it, her mind racing through the possibilities.

‘What, is she a psychic or something?’

The moment she thought it, she let out a short, incredulous laugh.

A psychic?

That was the kind of thing you’d hear in urban legends or conspiracy theories, not real life.

If psychics really existed, they’d probably be snatched up by secret labs and subjected to endless experiments.

In fact, in this world, the term “psychic” carried an even more ominous weight.

A person with uncontrollable supernatural powers was seen as a potential world-ending threat.

People whispered stories about entire cities vanishing overnight due to an “uncontrolled psychic.”

‘…No way. It has to be a mistake. I hope it’s just my imagination.’

Sabrina shook her head, trying to push the thought aside.

She desperately hoped that Yuria wasn’t a psychic.

If she really was… then Yuria’s future would be a tragic one, filled with nothing but pain and suffering.

That was the fate of all those born with power too great for the world to accept.

“….”

“Uwah! Y-Yuria?! What’s up?”

Sabrina jolted as Yuria suddenly closed the distance between them.

She hadn’t even realized Yuria had moved, and before she knew it, Yuria was right next to her.

If she took one more step, their shoulders would have been touching.

Sabrina’s eyes went wide, and her heart jumped in surprise.

But Yuria, as usual, remained silent and unreadable, her face obscured behind her mask.

Her intentions were a complete mystery.

“…!”

Suddenly, Yuria reached out and grabbed Sabrina’s hand, her small fingers locking around it.

Her hand was warm and soft.

The unexpected warmth of her grip flustered Sabrina.

“W-Wait, huh?! Wh-what are you…?!”

But Yuria didn’t seem to care.

With a firm tug, she pulled Sabrina’s hand into the pocket of her coat.

Then, as if pushing her forward, she gently but insistently nudged Sabrina with her shoulder.

The message was clear.

“Let’s go. Move.”

Sabrina blinked in surprise but soon realized what was going on.

Yuria was just excited to go somewhere next.

She’s like a kid trying to drag me to a new adventure…

Sabrina smiled softly.

All those complicated thoughts she’d been having just a moment ago vanished like smoke.

She squeezed Yuria’s hand and began walking forward.

“Alright, alright. Let’s go.”

As their footsteps echoed along the street, Sabrina glanced at Yuria’s masked face.

If she really were a psychic…

If she really had that kind of power…

She didn’t know what kind of destiny awaited her.

But at that moment, that thought didn’t matter.

“I’ll make sure today is a fun day.”

The anxious doubts and fears she’d had earlier melted away.

The only thing that remained was the realization that…

The date had only just begun.

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