Chapter 40 looks like someone who's been bullied and is crying.

The vodka froze, looking blankly at his hand, until they heard a gasp of uncontrollable laughter. Only then did everyone stiffly turn to look at Bertrand, who was sprawled on the sofa, laughing so hard his whole body was shaking, a look of utter despair in his eyes.

Bertrand, who had laughed until he lost his voice and his cheeks ached, pounded the sofa. His intermittent voice, mixed with laughter, reached everyone's ears.

"Help...hahaha, help! This is so funny, I can't stop laughing..."

The few people inside the safe house, petrified: ...

This is the scene that greeted Gin when he opened the door after a long day of work.

Everyone except Bertrand was slumped in their chairs, looking utterly exhausted, while someone else was curled up on the sofa with his back to the door, trembling all over, and the occasional gasps sounded just like he was crying.

Gin narrowed his eyes, his voice low and deep: "What's going on?"

The boy paused when he heard his voice, then trembled even more violently.

Vodka opened his mouth, but really didn't know how to explain, so he could only look helplessly at Bertrand, who was still laughing, through the eyes behind his sunglasses.

Feeling the air pressure in the room getting lower and lower, Bertrand took a moment to calm down before sitting up and turning around.

However, his eyes were still glistening with tears of laughter, and his cheeks were flushed red, making him look... more like someone who had been bullied and was crying.

Wiping away tears, Bertrand looked at Gin with watery eyes, appearing extremely aggrieved.

"Koto-chan..."

Bertrand paused for a moment.

Oops, I laughed for too long, and my voice is trembling a little, but it's not a big problem.

Then, with trembling hands, he pointed at Vodka and the others, "They just scared me..."

Vodka and the others: ? ? !!! !!!

"No! We're innocent!"

Seeing Gin's cold gaze sweep over them, the group chattered amongst themselves, but couldn't quite manage to recount what had just happened.

Gin: "..."

His cold gaze fell on the baby-faced boy who was squatting on the sofa, his arms wrapped around his knees, looking completely innocent.

Bertrand blinked. "I wasn't wrong. I wouldn't have pressed it if they hadn't suddenly yelled. Besides, it wasn't a real bomb. Why make such a fuss? Who would set up a real bomb like that?"

Vodka, Chianti: You! You little madman! Of course you'd set it up that way!

Gin went to his room without saying a word.

It wasn't that he didn't want to manage it, but rather that no one could control this crazy little madman who was jumping around everywhere.

Watching the silver-haired man's retreating figure, Bertrand turned to look at Vodka and the others, laughed for a while, and then slipped back into his room.

That was so much fun! I'll definitely come again.

Chianti, Cohen: ...

"Let's... go do the mission instead."

"Um."

Pick up your things and leave.

Vodka, Berry: ...

Berry: "Ahem, well, I'll be going now."

Vodka: ...

He should go and rest.

After taking a shower and washing up, Bertrand happily pounced on the bed in his pajamas, hugged the cat bag to his arms, and then rolled over and wrapped himself in the blankets.

He only realized it after the Bertrand Spring Rolls were finished.

lamp.

It's not closed.

Bertrand: ...

"01, could you send a text message to Qin-chan for me?"

[Okay, host, what should I send?]

"Have him come and turn off the light for me."

01: [?]

[Host... I can help turn off the lights too...]

"Huh? Then turn it off."

[……OK. ]