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After a few dial tones accompanied by static.
Matsuna's slightly bored voice rang out, "Yui, did you buy the things?"
"No, Sister Song, the manager asked me to ask what you want to eat so I can bring it to you."
"Manager!?"
On the other end of the phone, Song's bored voice immediately became excited, as if he had heard some rather gossipy news.
I feel much more energetic now.
"Manager, can you hear me?"
"Yes, I can, Matsui~Saki 2衤三球䬬?贴6彡囷Miss."
Aoba stood by the bar, looking helplessly at the phone in Yui's hand.
Miss Song is wonderful in every way, except that she seems too interested in him.
Of all the people they were with, Miss Fuka was the one he felt most comfortable with.
They don't talk much, but they also don't remain silent.
He would have a few drinks at the shop every day and then leave, and he was very kind to everyone else.
Sometimes she is very understanding, and she has a great figure.
She was practically Aoba's dream lover in his previous life!
"Hehehe~ Mr. Manager, I'm really sad that I can't go to the store today."
"You're always welcome here, Miss Song."
"Huh? Really? Like, I'll come see you tomorrow morning..."
Song didn't finish speaking, but asked in a very seductive tone.
"Miss Song, Xiaocao is still right next to us."
"Oh, I'm sorry, but Mr. Manager, Crow Feather seems very unhappy today. He seems distracted while chopping people."
Song glanced at Yabane, who was struggling to wield his sword properly, and just said something.
A cold, piercing gaze suddenly shone upon her, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Isn't Miss Raven Feather nice today?"
Aoba knew it might be because of him, but he didn't respond directly.
Because Miss Ravenfeather and he have no relation whatsoever.
The most direct relationship is between the customer and the store manager.
Therefore, from the store manager's perspective, he really couldn't say anything.
"Uh-huh!"
The gleam of the bloodstained blade reflected in Song's glasses, and he quickly nodded in response like a chick nodding.
They were afraid that if they were even a second too slow in responding, Raven Feather's sword would come crashing down.
"Then let Miss Yabu take good care of her health..."
Aoba smiled, didn't hesitate for long on the question, and then asked:
What would you like to eat today?
"Phew~ Let's make some easy-to-portable dishes, because we're in the 19th ward, and there aren't many places to eat around here..."
"No problem. How many servings do you need? Or how many people?"
"Make enough for twenty people."
"Ok."
After learning the approximate number of people and the dishes to be prepared, Aoba smiled and nodded. His gaze then fell upon the katana hanging by the door.
"By the way, Miss Song is '踆貳揪VII轳九衤三把'."
"Hmm? Is there anything else, Mr. Manager?"
"Although I don't know what your mission is, if there's any danger, I'll have Yui return the katana to her later."
The words fell.
A muffled groan seemed to come from the other end of the phone.
"Manager!!"
Song's voice suddenly became much more urgent.
"Please don't pay it back, Crow Feather is very stingy... no, she holds grudges."
"If the gift is returned, she might feel even worse. Don't say things like that next time."
"Hmm? Is that so? I'm sorry, I'll explain it to her in person next time."
"That would be best; you should explain it to her face to face."
Song finally breathed a sigh of relief.
I almost died!
Only after the call was completely disconnected did she turn to look at Ravenfeather, whose expression was even colder, and said tremblingly:
"Raven Feather, everything has been explained clearly. There's no need to draw your knife again, is there?"
"Hmph~!"
The woman, her face stained with crimson blood, seemed to emanate an increasingly chilling killing intent.
Those eyes were devoid of any emotion.
He transformed into lightning and rushed back to the front lines of the Great Purge, tirelessly wielding his sword like a killing machine.
The area around the battlefield where she was located had become an empty space.
Apart from the cold, bright red blood, there was nothing else!
"Ah~"
Seeing this scene, Fuka could only sigh silently.
Meanwhile, a purple-haired figure who had also been on the front lines glanced back slightly.
A casual slash cleaved the entire building in two.
"Raven Feather, what's wrong?"
Her words were as gentle as a breeze.
"Is it about her reed tusk?"
Meizai withdrew her gaze and looked at the underground laboratory that appeared not far away, tightening her grip on the knife.
Go check it out after the mission is over.
The one who appeared, Reed Fang.
"Um... Mr. Manager?"
After hanging up the phone, Aoba was about to return to the kitchen.
Sitting in the corner, Mitsuha timidly raised her hand and called out, "Is there anything you need, Miyamizu-san?"
"Could I have an omelet rice?"
The girl lowered her head somewhat embarrassed as Qingye stared at her.
"of course can."
Aoba nodded with a smile.
Seeing Miyamizu Mitsuha's reserved demeanor, she didn't ask too many questions:
Are there any dietary restrictions? Like onions, ham, or something like that?
"Ah! No...no."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
"that.."
"What else do you need?"
"It's... on top of that omelet rice..."
Miyamizu Mitsuha lowered her head and crossed her arms, looking very embarrassed.
The voice gets quieter and quieter.
If it weren't for Aoba's enhanced physique, he would have almost lost his hearing.
"On top of the omelet rice?"
"Ah."
"Oh, is it a tomato?"
"Yes!"
Seeing that Aoba understood what she meant, Mitsuha nodded vigorously.
really!
My being here was destined!
The store manager is a good person!
"No problem, leave it to me."
Aoba nodded in agreement.
The girl is probably really related to the shrine maiden that the snow woman mentioned.
It's very likely that this is their first time in Tokyo.
The sense of surprise and fear he felt upon arriving in a big city for the first time was similar to his initial experience when he first went to the capital to learn cooking.