“Ziiiing….”
Makoto, sitting next to her, glances at Kasumi.
“I think this is a matter that needs clarification. Hoshino-senpai.”
Following Makoto, Rin crosses her arms under her large chest and speaks in a serious tone.
“That’s right. Just spill it! Even I, Olivia Napoleon Bonaparte, a personal servant, don’t know his tastes, so how did you, senpai, know?!”
A moan escapes from Olivia’s bitten lip.
Kasumi’s face turns red under the gaze of the four girls.
She nervously opens a book to cover her face and says, “W-well, I went to Akihabara with the junior alone…! T-the junior said he liked Akihabara back then…”
Remembering that day, Kasumi’s heart flutters.
A small smile appears at the corner of her mouth hidden behind the book.
“Here, I even have a keyring of the junior! I got it from Akihabara!”
Kasumi shakes the keyring of Kim Deok-Sung hanging from her coin purse.
All the girls’ eyes focus on the acrylic keyring with Kim Deok-Sung’s character engraved on it.
Eri puffs her cheeks.
“What? Hoshino-senpai. When did you go to Akihabara with the Master? Eri-rin, are you feeling a bit jealous?”
So jealous.
I want some Master goods too.
Eri thinks to herself, her face turning red.
“Ziiiing…”
“The keyring… I’m a bit envious…”
Makoto’s gaze turns to Kasumi, and Rin stammers with a flushed face.
“I bought other goods besides this. There was a junior’s goods store in Akihabara.”
Kasumi shyly smiles and shows off other items like an acrylic stand and a clear file.
Eri’s eyes sparkle at that sight.
“Other goods…! If there’s a Master goods store, could it be heaven? Eri-rin suddenly wants to go to Akihabara right now!”
“Me too, let’s go together, Eri-chan.”
Makoto’s green eyes sparkle similarly.
Seeing this, Rin’s face turns red.
She clears her throat.
“Hem hem. As the future ideal wife, collecting my future husband’s goods… shouldn’t it be against a bride’s virtue?”
Kasumi-senpai’s face swells with pride under the gazes of Rin, Eri, and Makoto.
She pulls out her phone and searches YouTube.
“Here’s the junior’s goods store. This video is one I filmed when I went there.”
As the video plays, a flushed Kasumi appears on the screen.
[W-well, the junior… is a bad guy who stole a girl’s purity and is a Black Beast… but… he’s still kind, so I like him. Hehe…]
Eri’s eyes shine even brighter at that sight.
Eri’s eyes sparkle.
“President, you’re super cute! Well, not as cute as Eri-ring! But now I want to do an interview too! I want to tell everyone on broadcast that I’m the Master’s number one slave!”
Eri’s heart races.
In her mind, she’s already broadcasting her interview on Korean media.
Just like Olivia during the engagement fiasco, doing all sorts of things live for the whole world to see, declaring herself his exclusive maid.
“I also… want to declare I’m the Master’s slave in front of everyone! I want to say I’m off the market!”
She wants to do it.
“If I do that… it might decrease the number of other guys targeting Eri-ring, the top beautiful girl in the area…”
Although it won’t completely eliminate them.
Foolish and disgusting men still exist, after all, who would target her beauty, which is the highest rank in the area, no, the universe.
But she doesn’t want any man other than her Master.
She wants to let them know.
That the top beautiful girl in the area, Nishizawa Eri, has already given her body and heart to her Master.
“It would be nice if that could happen…”
Eri’s face turns red.
Kasumi, seeing Eri, puffs up her cheeks.
“Nishizawa, but I’m the number one slave of Junior! I met him first!”
Just as Kasumi was about to say that.
Bang.
Someone slams the table hard.
All eyes turn toward the source of the sound.
There stands Olivia, her face bright red.
“W-What on earth are you doing right now!? We don’t have enough time to discuss countermeasures, and suddenly you’re talking about… goods!? H-How could you suggest something so disgraceful…?”
Olivia’s face trembles.
Her heart races.
“W-Who would buy something like a fool’s goods?! It’s totally dead stock!”
Olivia yells while closing her eyes tightly.
“Hey, Princess. Don’t you want it too? It’s written all over your face. Eri-ring can tell.”
“Nishizawa!! Can’t you keep that mouth shut?!”
Olivia, red-faced from Eri’s teasing, tries to argue back.
“Well, this time I want to side with Bonaparte. Of course, the goods are important, but right now planning the cultural festival is more vital.”
Rin’s cold voice echoes in the classroom.
That statement silences everyone.
Kurosawa Haru.
The public enemy pops up in everyone’s mind.
In the sudden silence, Rin speaks.
“President, so how did you learn about Deok-Sung’s preferences?”
“I learned it from Han Seo-Jin’s advice.”
Han Seo-Jin.
The eyes of the four girls widen at the mention of her name.
“Did Han Seo-Jin give you advice?”
“Yep.”
Kasumi nods.
“If it’s Han Seo-Jin’s words… then it must be true…”
Makoto trails off.
“Sounds reliable.”
Rin nods in agreement with Makoto.
Han Seo-Jin.
She’s an aide who directly assists Kim Deok-Sung, so any info from her is bound to be accurate.
Olivia doesn’t argue against it either.
She knows from the previous engagement fiasco.
That Han Seo-Jin’s information-gathering skills are top-notch.
“If it’s Han Seo-Jin who uncovered William’s weaknesses that no one knew about…”
She can trust it.
That’s what Olivia thinks.
“But senpai, even if that fool likes anime, I wonder how we should proceed… it might be even tougher to create than a movie…”
Olivia was about to counter Kasumi’s suggestion when, suddenly, a flash of gray light sparkled.
Creak.
With a loud noise, the clubroom door swung open.
Everyone’s gaze turned toward the open door.
There she was.
A beautiful woman with a neat gray bob and a cold demeanor, wearing a black suit.
It was Han Seo-Jin.
“Han Seo-Jin…!”
Kasumi’s expression turned shocked as she locked eyes with Han Seo-Jin and whispered her name.
Clunk.
Han Seo-Jin closed the door behind her.
Silence fell over the clubroom.
Tap, tap.
Han Seo-Jin stood at the front of the clubroom, her high heels echoing.
All eyes were fixed on her.
“Olivia, regarding the animation project, I’ll take care of everything… No…”
Han Seo-Jin’s gaze froze coldly.
“Our South Korea will be thoroughly prepared. Please trust me with this.”
A confident glint of madness sparkled in Han Seo-Jin’s eyes.
An animated film depicting the life of Hero Kim Deok-Sung should certainly be carried out as a national project.
While the deadline was a concern, with a public-private joint effort, it could be completed in time.
With Han Seo-Jin’s sudden appearance and her proposal, the clubroom grew quiet.
Olivia, her face flushed, spoke up.
“Okay, I’ll trust you with it, Han Seo-Jin! Everyone okay with that?”
Everyone nodded in agreement to Olivia’s words.
Seeing this, Han Seo-Jin bowed her head slightly.
“Thank you for trusting me. I will repay you with the highest quality.”
Once Han Seo-Jin politely left, she took out her smartphone and made a call.
[Agent Han Seo-Jin, what is it?]
The voice coming through the receiver was that of South Korea’s President, Kang Myung-Hyun.
Han Seo-Jin continued calmly.
“We plan to screen an animated film depicting Kim Deok-Sung’s life during the Shuo Hero Academy Cultural Festival. I had to contact you by phone for support on this project.”
[It’s unthinkable for our South Korea to not participate in a plan depicting his life. I will convene an emergency Cabinet meeting immediately to place this item on the agenda. Thank you for your excellent proposal, Agent Han Seo-Jin.]
“Thank you, Mr. President.”
[It’s all for his harem, so keep up the good work.]
“For his harem.”
After finishing the call in Korean, a cold gleam shone in Han Seo-Jin’s eyes.
This was the moment South Korea would participate in the Shuo Hero Academy Cultural Festival.
*
“Is that it?”
After Han Seo-Jin left, Eri asked, munching on a snack.
“No, Eri-chan. We also need to decide what to do for our club activity during the cultural festival.”
Makoto, who was next to Eri, spoke up.
“…We had a club activity?”
At Makoto’s comment, Olivia spoke in a low voice.
Everyone present belonged to the cooking club.
Separately, they also had to prepare for the cultural festival event through their club activities.
“Do you have any events in mind, Club President?” Rin asked Kasumi.
“Yeah! I have something in mind.”
“What is it?”
Responding to Eri’s follow-up question, Kasumi smiled.
“Our cooking club will… hold a Cosplay Cafe at the cultural festival!”
Cosplay Cafe.
With those words, everyone’s eyes brightened again.
“Cosplay Cafe! Eri-Ling wanted to cosplay! I’ll showcase the charm of the galaxy’s greatest beautiful girl, Eri-Ling, to my master!”
Eri was the first to react, touching her collar and smiling bashfully.
“I wonder… if I wear a costume, will my lord like it?”
Makoto mumbled shyly.
“Cosplaying on the bed is one of the traits of a great housewife… Is it time to show Deok-Sung the Shinozaki-style vision cosplay…?”
Rin nods seriously.
“…Hmph. Co-co-cosplay? W-w-w-w-what a b-b-b-b-b-bashful… Ughhh… Well, I-I-I don’t really hate it or anything, though…”
Finally, Olivia stutters with a red face.
Cosplay is a scoundrel’s act.
But if I have to wear something, it would be a maid outfit symbolizing a loyal servant.
‘What kind of scoundrel thoughts am I having!’
Olivia shakes her head, shaking off her embarrassing thoughts.
Thump-thump.
Her heart races wildly.
Seeing this, Kasumi smiles.
“Then let’s decide on the culture festival cooking club event as a cosplay cafe.”
Everyone nods at Kasumi’s words.
Although they don’t know much about other things, they all tacitly agree that cosplay is an opportunity to appeal to him.
This was just another reason for Kim Deok-Sung to grab his neck in frustration.
*
“Hah, hah.”
It’s hard.
I can barely breathe.
[Partner, good job today too.]
The Black Prince’s voice rings out in my head.
“Well done, Mr. Kim Deok-Sung.”
I hear Aris’s voice by my ear.
Today’s intense training with Aris has just ended.
“Thank you, Senpai.”
Even though I think my skills have improved quite a bit from facing Muramasa, I’m still no match for Aris.
After all, in the original work, she was a character nearly as strong as the protagonist.
But my ears have been itching for a while.
Is someone talking about me?
Just as I think that.
“You’ve now achieved the complete stage of true name liberation. I must commend you.”
I catch a glimpse of Aris smiling slightly.
Receiving praise from her, who is usually stingy with compliments, makes me feel strangely proud.
[Lady, liking compliments once in a while, huh?]
‘Shut up.’
Just as I was about to argue back to the Black Prince.
Suddenly.
Aris’s hand touches my back.
Rub, rub.
She’s massaging my back muscles.
This is unexpected.
What in the world is going on?
“Stay still.”
As I slightly twist my body, Aris speaks in a firm voice.
She isn’t trying to do anything harmful, is she?
Her hands are on me.
After a moment of rubbing my back, Aris speaks in a slightly trembling voice.
“Your body has now wonderfully adapted to an optimal state for battle. You can now proceed to that.”
That?
What is that?
As I ponder in confusion.
“…Mr. Kim Deok-Sung. Please take off your clothes.”
Aris’s voice comes to my ear, making me doubt my hearing.
What does she mean, take off my clothes?
Magical energy infusion massage?
My head is spinning.
Suddenly being told to take off my clothes?
It’s not that I dislike it, but it’s surprising.
What on earth is she thinking?
As my mind fills with question marks.
[Oh, partner. Finally…! Is this my cue to step back? Alright. Then I’ll take a short nap inside Durandal, so call me when you’re done.]
Zoom.
The sword vibrates faintly.
As he said, it seems he has sealed himself within Durandal.
I can no longer hear the Black Prince’s words.
Why does he have to be so perceptive at times like this?
No matter how I look at it, it doesn’t seem like what the Black Prince is thinking.
I sigh internally.
“What do you mean suddenly taking off my clothes, Senpai? I can understand the massage, but…”
