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Thinking of this, a genuine smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

"Young man, how about occasionally sharing some of your compassion with the people of the Tokyo area?"

Sumire Muroto suddenly blurted out this sentence.

Before I knew it, she had sat back down in the swivel chair, her legs crossed.

The narrow-cut bodycon skirt accentuates the curves of the thighs.

Her long, shapely legs were tightly encased in ultra-thin black pantyhose, the slightly upturned curves outlining an alluring silhouette.

"Doctor, are you planning to plead for those people?"

After admiring her beautiful legs for a while, Mahiro finally looked away, stood up from his chair, and looked straight down at Sumire Muroto: "Do you think those people deserve my mercy?"

"You look just like the vengeful demon from the Tendo family." Sumire Muroto met his gaze, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

She knew very well about Tendo Kisara's past, as well as Rentaro's past.

However, it is precisely because of his understanding of Tendo Kisara's experiences that he says he is like a vengeful demon.

There was one thing she didn't quite understand, even though she knew where Yotsuba Mahiro's hatred for the Tokyo area came from.

Would anyone really be willing to become an enemy of an entire region for the sake of those children?

“I don’t really care.” Yotsuba Mahiro picked up his coat from the table and put it on as he spoke. “Aren’t the Generation of the Plundered just as vengeful? So what difference does one more of me make?”

"Your ideas are completely opposite to Rentaro's."

Sumire Muroto seemed to have read his mind, and said with a sigh, "I think you two will eventually become enemies because of this."

"So what? If we can't even overcome this little obstacle, how can we set our sights on the whole world?"

With his back to Jin, after getting dressed, before he could even speak, he said again, "I have to attend the victory banquet hosted by the Holy Emperor in a little while, so I'll be leaving now. Oh, by the way, Doctor, I'll leave the Stage 5 blood here for you. I'm counting on you for everything."

And that girl, please take care of her for now, doctor.

"You really are a heartless man... Don't forget my reward!"

"Yes, yes, I'll remember, you shameless old hag."

Amidst Sumire Muroto's complaints and sighs coming from the basement, Mahiro Yotsuba left the hospital and headed straight for Seigaku.

Several days have passed since Scorpio's arrival, and the commotion of that night has gradually subsided.

As the doctor said, many electrical appliances in the Tokyo area have been burned out due to the strong electromagnetic radiation from the fourth phase transition.

Under the influence of glaciers, the climate has also undergone semi-permanent changes.

The sweltering weather suddenly felt incredibly cool.

As for the exact temperature in Tokyo Bay, Yotsuba Mahiro didn't know, but the wind blowing here was quite cool, and even when the weather got hotter in a while, he probably wouldn't need to turn on the air conditioner.

The glacier he froze has become a man-made wonder.

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"So slow!"

Upon arriving at the venue, I saw Kisara, dressed in a formal suit, standing in front of the ceremony hall entrance with his hands on his hips, his slightly displeased gaze carrying a hint of reproach.

She looked completely different from when she returned to the firm a few days ago.

Kisara gave him a big hug back then, and afterwards blushed and said that it was just a hug in name only, to thank him for his hard work in the Tokyo area.

I must say, President Kisara's appearance was quite amusing.

Of course, Enju and Asaka were also present at the time. Enju expressed great dissatisfaction with Kisaragi's behavior, while Asaka looked at him with resentment and blame in her eyes.

"Master Shinji, you big idiot!"

In an instant, with speed so fast it was almost invisible, it rushed over without saying a word, like a dump truck, and crashed headfirst into his arms.

The girl, burying her face in Mahiro's chest, neither raised her head nor let go, accusing him in a tearful voice.

She blamed him for not taking her with him.

And why do something so dangerous?

I could have just run away... but what if I accidentally died?

But with the Holy Emperor, Mokugen, Asaka, Enju, and the children of Arcadia behind him, how could he possibly escape?

"Hey, there's something odd about the look in your eyes!"

Kisara suddenly interrupted his recollection, and Mahiro laughed, "How could that be? I just think the president's suit is very beautiful today."

Although it was to cover up the fact that she was daydreaming, it must be said that Kisaragi's outfit was indeed very charming.

The long dress, with its ruffles resembling a bouquet of black roses, clung to her delicate figure, outlining her slender and graceful curves. The open neckline and off-the-shoulder design perfectly exposed her collarbones, which appeared even whiter against the backdrop of the dress's black color.

She also tied her hair up in a high bun with a black ribbon.

Black itself has a sense of mystery and nobility.

For today's banquet, Mu even unusually changed out of her boots, which were usually comfortable for movement, and put on high heels instead.

"I wish she could dress like this all the time. It's such a waste to always wear a uniform, it's such a waste of such a great figure and face."

"How could that be, you idiot! Doesn't that require money?"

Kisara muttered under his breath, "Still the same old thing, even with money, he's still a miser."

"Besides, today is different. I got up early this morning to prepare for today's banquet. I don't usually have this much free time."

As she spoke, she puffed out her chest as if it were perfectly natural, and the peaks covered by the black silk gauze bobbed slightly.

hiss--

Is it really that bouncy?

I reckon only Mizuki could possibly put her to a fight.

"As for you, didn't I already say so? Today, His Majesty the Emperor is personally holding an award ceremony for the police officers who have made outstanding contributions. Would you like to dress more appropriately?"

"Am I dressed inappropriately?" He looked down at his clothes.

It's definitely a formal suit, and it's even custom-made.

"You should at least wear a tie, honestly! You're just like Satomi, always causing trouble. I'll help you, don't move!"

As he spoke, Kisara had already come up to him.

A hand wearing black silk gloves that covered his elbows reached down to his neck, buttoning his shirt while taking out a gift box from his handbag containing an expensive tie.

"Consider this a gift for you defeating Scorpio..."

That's what she said.

Then she took out a tie from the gift box and helped him tie it.

However, during this process, the distance between them has become very close.

Perhaps it was because Kisara had worn perfume today, but his body scent was stronger than usual, emitting a very alluring fragrance that stimulated his nasal passages with its sweet aroma.

Even she herself didn't realize just how intimate their posture was.

If Mahiro simply lowers her head slightly, her ample breasts can be fully seen through her off-the-shoulder dress.

"I said, we're a little too close."

"Don't bother me. Seriously, why is tying a tie so hard?"

Okay, let him retract his previous statement. Kisara also noticed the awkwardness between them, and his fair cheeks gradually flushed red.

Moreover, he unconsciously increased the force in his hands, pulling hard on the tie.

"No, this kind of job isn't for me."

Kisara almost braided the tie into a bow, but just as she was about to give up, Mahiro suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Don't give up so easily, President Kisara."

He sighed, and then, like a puppeteer, manipulated Kisaragi's hands, moving them across his collar.

First, he untied the tangled tie, and then, according to his memory, tied it back in a staggered pattern.

"See, it's done, isn't it? President Kisara, you're just too nervous."

"...Isn't this the same as you tying it yourself?" Kisara said quietly. "Also, if you can tie it yourself, don't make me do it."

"Wasn't this what you asked for?" Shinji spread his hands innocently.

".....never mind."

Kisara didn't intend to dwell on the topic any longer, and instead took out a pocket watch from his handbag.

"The time has come. Listen carefully, although I've already told you before, I'll repeat it again. Basically, this kind of ceremony is held by cutting into His Majesty the Holy Emperor's precious time for official business, so everyone has an unspoken understanding to end it as soon as possible."

So, for her questions, just answer "yes" or "no," keep your answers as brief as possible, and absolutely do not ask any more questions. Do you understand?

"Yes."

"Well answered."

Despite Kigen's repeated reminders, he took Kigen's arm as his companion to the banquet and finally stepped into the chalk sanctuary once again.

However, as he stepped through the gate, Kisara suddenly turned around, gave him a gentle smile, and said:

"Although I've said it before, I'd like to say it again—thank you, Shin-kun, for everything you've done for us."

This time, he didn't answer, but responded with a smile as well.

Meanwhile, the gate behind them had been closed, and they followed the attendant into the depths of the sanctuary.

There was a winding marble staircase in front, covered with a red carpet, and the Holy Emperor sat leisurely on the throne at the top.

The room was spacious with a high ceiling, and gentlemen and ladies of high society were gathered around the table, chatting and laughing, standing beside the honor guard.

"Mr. Makoto, welcome."

The Holy Emperor, dressed in pure white, rose from his throne and descended the steps with a smile.

Although this was not the first time she had met the Holy Emperor, and she had even been in close proximity to him before, it must be said that her beauty was several times more dignified than when viewed on a monitor.

Just like the purity of a saint, it is a completely different feeling from the pure black of wood.

It is said that the Queen of the Holy Chamber is famous for producing many beauties, and the current Holy Emperor is the most beautiful in history.

"Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend this banquet."

"You're too kind, Your Majesty."

"So, how do you feel about becoming the savior of the Tokyo area?"

"I don't have any particular feelings about it. I'll just find some time to pay the payment."

As soon as she said this, Kisara was immediately the focus of everyone's attention, as if they were blaming her for how she had trained her employees, saying that they were just a bunch of rude guys.

Kisara himself couldn't help but facepalm.

Although... even if the payment hasn't been settled yet, you shouldn't say things like that in this kind of situation.

However, she still believed from the bottom of her heart that Mahiro was very reliable, and even at this moment she did not forget about the reward.

Completely different from that Satomi-kun!

"Hehe, Mr. Makoto is still as fond of joking as ever. As for the payment, I will naturally not break the contract. The full amount will be paid after the banquet."

Are you kidding?

No, that's his honest opinion, but since we're already prepared to pay, it's fine to take it as a joke.

"However, I am very honored to have someone like you here in Tokyo. Mr. Mahiro, thank you for everything you have done for the Tokyo area. I hope you will continue to fight for the Tokyo area in the future."

The Holy Emperor originally wanted to ask, "Will you also dedicate yourself to the Tokyo area from now on?", but she couldn't bring herself to ask, and instead changed her words.

Based on past interactions, the Holy Emperor also had some understanding of his character.

Perhaps my own thoughts are a bit narcissistic. Sometimes, I can motivate Mr. Makoto by being myself, rather than by being the head of state, but most of the time it's because of money.

Furthermore, Mr. Mahiro often didn't care about her status as the head of state.

Just like now——

"Thank you for your praise, Your Highness."

Zhenxun bowed.