Kamen Rider is playing the villain in Pretty Cure

Fortunately, although Ash often forgets things passively, his memory of props is not wrong. After a long search, Ash, who was looking for a needle in a haystack, really found a watch dial!

Looking at the [Motorcycle Driving] dial on the table that can transform into a motorcycle, Ash didn't know what expression to make for a moment.

He gradually recalled that this thing seemed to be stolen from the devil after he opened it once, but the devil seemed to have never noticed that he had lost it from the beginning to the end.

No, what do I need this thing for? To turn into an Autobot?!

Looking at the [Diego Swift Motorcycle] Godly Riding Book, [Gatling Phone], [Motorcycle Driving] Watch Face, [Flying Lightning Leap Phone], and [Bulid Phone] placed side by side on the table, Ash fell into silence again.

"When did I collect so much?"

Ash said this with emotion as he unconsciously threw a bowling ball from the Selfish Organization's base into the inventory.

He also took out a few ordinary coins, a Gaia memory stick (this one is not a fake one, it was bought!), an empty Fangbark Orb, two beast batteries and a few dragon souls. He even found a NEO Amazons driver and armband two-piece set that was smelly and still covered in blood. Ash swears to God that he can't even remember when he put this thing in there.

"It's quite violent, though." After pulling out the belt, Ash quickly returned it to his inventory, overcome by the stench of blood. "But transforming into an Amazon with a human body isn't a good idea, and..."

I don't like the smell of blood.

Although after such a comparison, the power of Dragon Fang became attractive again, but Ash still did not find other knight dials in the end.

What happened? I remember I had it. Did some demon take it away when I was traveling through time?

In the end, Ash had no choice but to turn to the system for help. It just so happened that the dark echoes he had stored were enough for two draws, so he could use them to try out the system's lottery function. Although it was not as guaranteed as the lottery tickets given after the end of each world he experienced, it was still possible to get good stuff.

As the saying goes, if you take a chance, a bicycle can become a convertible!

[Reward draw in progress]

[Congratulations, you won the "Flying Eagle Dial Mechanical"!]

Fiddling with the small dial on his hand, Ash remembered that this thing could be turned into a small mechanical eagle, which was simply a renovation of an old toy by Consortium B.

"But I want a knight dial."

Could it be that the sense of ritual is not enough, so you want to try metaphysics?

After thinking about it, Ash remembered a certain "metaphysics" he had seen in a cartoon on TV when he was a child.

Looking around, the princess was sleeping, and the two of them had gone to collect evil thoughts. There was no one around, which was great.

"What is he doing?"

The two remaining leaders of the Selfish Organization, who had just returned from a defeated battle covered in dust: the child-sized Ira and the overly mature Mamo, were now secretly peeking from outside the door at Ash, who had raised his right hand for some unknown reason.

Because there is now Ash in the family, the two of them are so embarrassed that they are even afraid to go back to the base.

"Who knows, maybe some kind of witchcraft spell."

"very scary!"

All the light, all the power, reside in my right hand, and illuminate the way to the Europeans! Flash Extraction!

[Reward draw in progress]

[Congratulations, you won the "Small Ball Watermelon Dial Mechanic"!]

The bicycle also flipped over, and the convertible never arrived, probably because the person in the car was shot in the head on the way.

Ash looked at the two watch faces on his hands, then at the space-time drive on the table. He suddenly had the urge to imitate Da Gu and say, "Who wants this broken thing?" and then throw this thing that seemed to be mocking him into the sea.

"System, tell me honestly, did you do this on purpose?"

The interface was simple or even old-fashioned, and it looked like a system from a time-travel novel written ten years ago. As always, there was no response to his question.

"Whether you can speak or not, never mind. It doesn't matter anyway."

After spending a long time together, he already knew that fighting with this stubborn guy would only bring trouble to himself.

"unlucky."

Leaving this sentence, Ash swept away the things on the table and went home on time after get off work.

"By the way, there's still no news about Beru. Could it be that he was really killed by Pretty Cure?"

"Then he's really useless. Although those Pretty Cure girls are indeed getting more and more powerful, etc..."

Ira suddenly thought of a horrible possibility.

"Hey, Mamo, do you think Beru wasn't killed by Pretty Cure?"

"If it's not Pretty Cure, then could it be..."

The two of them turned their heads at the same time to look at the place where Ash left, looking at the motorcycle exhaust left there. For no reason, they felt as if they had touched upon a vague truth.

There was a person standing in front of the door of the house that Ash temporarily rented. The purple-haired girl raised her hand and placed it on the doorbell, seeming to hesitate whether to press it. After a fierce psychological struggle, she finally put her hand down.

"Or... forget it, he might not be home yet."

"No, the master will be home soon."

"How do you know--" Makoto was stunned as soon as she asked the question coming from behind. She remembered who the voice belonged to.

The girl felt embarrassed as if she had been caught doing something naughty by the teacher.

"It's really strange that someone would come to see me. I don't remember telling anyone else where I live besides her."

Facing Makoto standing stiffly in front of his door, desperately trying to ease the embarrassment, Ash recalled his previous encounters with her and roughly guessed her reason.

"So, Miss Kenzaki, are you planning to steal my lights while you're delivering a package to me, or are you planning to hide behind the door and backstab me the moment I'm relaxed when I enter?"

"Who would do such a thing?"

Upon hearing Ash's slander, Makoto immediately retorted loudly. The man just chuckled when he heard it, calmly walked around the girl with a bad look, and opened the door.

"Whatever you want to do."

The door that was about to close in front of Makoto was held open by Ash's hand, leaving a slight gap.

"come in."

ps: In response to the focus of discussion at the end of the previous chapter, Ash did not have any intention of doubting or denying himself. He knew very well what he was doing, otherwise he would not do it.

The reason I say that is to warn readers not to blindly believe Ash's fallacies, because even in reality, they are pure fallacies and not at all a correct philosophy. I'm just a little concerned because I saw someone actually believed them, so I'm making this point.

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ps2: If you see any knight not driving a motorcycle at the back, it's all Ash's fault. (Funny) 11

Chapter 36: Hospitality

"Excuse me for interrupting you."

Makoto greeted everyone very politely, but after coming in, she didn't find a place to change her shoes. In contrast, Ash walked towards the entrance without even taking off his shoes.

"Wait, don't you need to change your shoes?"

"What a hassle, wait."

Ash's voice came from the other side of the entrance. After a rustling sound of rummaging through something, a pair of cotton slippers with a Q-version giant beetle appearance were thrown in front of Makoto.

"Thank you."

Before coming here, Makoto had always been wondering, what would the residence of Ash, a character who should be considered an enemy of Pretty Cure, look like?

Is it the palace of the big devil in fairy tales, the laboratory of a mad scientist full of dangerous materials, or the little secret base under the refrigerator? It’s just right, I can see it with my own eyes today.

Now that I finally got to see Makoto in person, I can’t say the trip was worthwhile, but at least I was deeply disappointed.

The place where Ash lived could be described in one word: messy! The floor and walls showed obvious signs of having been cleaned. It wasn't dirty, but there were toys, books, and all sorts of miscellaneous items piled haphazardly on the sofa or wardrobe, clearly showing how lazy the owner of this place was.

As a girl, Kenzaki Makoto is naturally very clean. In her free time every day, she cleans her home and workplace with her elf partner who can transform into a human form. Although she doesn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder and insists that everything must be shiny, at least it has to be kept clean and tidy. Now, looking at the place where Ash lives, she feels uncomfortable all over.

"This is too messy. Wait, didn't you put the trash in the bin?"

Ash, who was about to clean up the sofa and the seating area, didn't even turn around. "It's not summer yet, so it won't stink. Someone will come and clean it up later... Okay?"

When he looked back after finishing, Makoto was no longer there and the trash can was empty. Ash immediately understood something.

"Full of enthusiasm...ah."

When he came back, Ash felt that the girl's hostility towards him had decreased, but she seemed to despise him even more.

"You didn't bring your morpher, I mean your partner?"

Ash also noticed at this time that the pocket on Makoto's waist where her elf should have been placed was now empty, which means that she now has no ability to transform and is just an ordinary little girl.

"I convinced Dabi not to follow me," Makoto said, looking directly into Ash's eyes. "Otherwise, you would have definitely tried to get me to fight you!"

"Bingo, you got it right. Here's your reward." Ash snapped his fingers, took off his vest and threw it to Makoto, who looked surprised, as if he was treating her like a servant.

"Wait, you-"

Makoto hurriedly grabbed the clothes covering her body and was about to get angry because of the frustration when a small round plate slipped from her pocket into her hand. The disgusting feeling reminded her that there was something extra in her hand.

"this is?"

Looking at the red and white watch face on her hand, which clearly had a mechanical deformation structure, Makoto was unsure what Ash was talking about.

"I told you, this is a reward."

"Would you...would you attack someone who hadn't transformed?"

Standing on tiptoe, Makoto put the coat on the hanger which was particularly high for some reason with some difficulty, and asked the question that concerned her most with a little nervousness.

If Ash was a guy who could easily attack ordinary people, Makoto would never believe a word he said.

"If you were someone like Kuuga or Agito, I wouldn't care whether you were transformed or not. After all, the difference isn't that big."

Amid Makoto's nervousness, Ash continued.

"But forget about you being just like an ordinary little girl when you're not transformed. Bullying the enemy unilaterally is one thing, but bullying the weak is another. I have no interest in the latter."

"Let's forget about the fight today. I'll treat you as a good host."

After getting Ash's answer, Makoto finally let go of the worry that had been hanging in her heart. She was not only worried about her own safety, but also knew that at least she didn't have to worry about him attacking other people when he was not transforming.

"Which do you prefer, Mars or Earth?"

"Huh? Mars, right?"

Makoto didn't notice Ash shaking the handle in the kitchen, and she just subconsciously chose a word as an answer to the question. She soon regretted her choice.

However, even Makoto, who had thought she would be treated coldly, was a little surprised. She had never expected that the bad guy would be so hospitable.

Soon, Ash came to the living room where Makoto was sitting, carrying a tray with a coffee pot and two cups on it.

"But this is also dangerous." He poured a cup of warm, fragrant coffee from the coffee pot. "You walked into the enemy's lair unarmed. How can you say that this situation is compatible? Oh, right."

"A sheep enters the tiger's mouth."

"I'm prepared too!" Makoto's face was full of determination as she watched Ash pour coffee into another cup.

"However, being aware doesn't mean you're ready. After all, your own awareness is one thing, and other people's reactions are another."

"If you're not careful, your awareness might end up being a death wish."

After discussing with everyone, the unanimous conclusion was not to think too much about Ash's twisted logic, so now Makoto is looking down for something to divert her attention, and finally focuses on the coffee in front of her.

The aroma of coffee lingered in the air, with just the right amount of bitterness and a hint of alluring fragrance, turning into the best panacea to soothe Makoto's tense nerves.

Smell—what a nice smell!

The tip of his nose twitched unconsciously again, and Makoto was surprised that he was attracted to this cup of coffee.

Although she is not a coffee lover, Makoto was still unconsciously tempted by it.

I didn't expect to see such a level of craftsmanship. Is Mr. Ash really good at making coffee?

No, what am I thinking? This is coffee given to me by Mr. Ash, who is still my enemy. What if it contains sleeping pills, just like what they show on TV, and I fall asleep soon after drinking it? Then I...

In front of Makoto, Ash drank his own cup of coffee from the same pot.

"Aren't you going to drink?"

"Then... I'm starting."

Carefully picking up the hot coffee and exhaling softly, Makoto gently took a sip of the coffee, with a hint of anticipation in his heart that he himself was not aware of.

It smells so good, oh, it tastes so good!

Makoto was surprised at the first reaction of the taste, but gradually, the change in taste on his tongue made him quickly change his mind.

The coffee slid into the esophagus along with the girl's throat movement and tongue stirring, and its true taste began to appear. The sweetness, bitterness, sourness, and other indescribable flavors were all 1000% super-doubled, like a source bullet of flavor ignited on the tip of Makoto's tongue, spinning, rising and exploding.