He ran a hand through his hair anxiously. "Can I pretend to be a furniture instead?"
"..."
"..."
Agatha and I stared at him emotionlessly.
He looked back at us and smiled sheepishly. "…That's a no, isn't it?"
The footsteps outside the door grew louder.
Gawain looked like he was about to start sweating bullets.
Before he could say another word, Agatha suddenly grabbed the back of his collar.
"Wha—"
And threw him straight out the open window.
"Go hide outside," she said flatly.
"You witch—!"
His voice vanished as he disappeared beyond the balcony.
I didn't even hear him land.
Impressive.
Agatha dusted her hands calmly and turned back toward the room.
Everything was already neat again. The daggers were gone, boxes were stacked perfectly, and even the table was cleared.
If someone walked in now, it would look like nothing had happened.
Perfect.
Just in time—
Knock. Knock.
"Come in," Agatha announced, when I gestured for her to speak.
