"How could you, Douglas," Mitsuki deadpanned. She deadpanned so thoroughly that it did not even sound like a question. "I trusted you."

Then she gave a little cough. The sound seemed like nothing in the wide-open silence of the room. The faceless paintings stared. Colors different. Every face the same. Staring endlessly without faces or eyes or souls.

"Bunny-senpai, don't we have better things to do?"

"Have you checked your inventory?" she said. Watched his face to see what sort of results her words would have. "Perhaps you have an [i]item[/i] that might be used in this room."

That was pure BS. She just wanted him to chew on that for a while. Flip the supposed-protagonist role that he had claimed for her on its head. Shake down the fundamentals of the world!

In any case, it was not like she was being responsible or anything. Gods forbid. She just wanted to keep exploring. Also to keep raining on Akira's parade. That too. It was amusing. Teamwork - her opening new rooms, him investigating, and then her pooping on his party. Always pooping.

...

Forget that train of thought. Time to check out the next room. She moved to the doorway inside the council room and took a peek.