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"I'm saying~"
Aoba rubbed her forehead, looked at Tatsumaki, and sighed softly:
"Ms. Tornado, aren't you a prosecutor? As the prosecutor's office's superior, aren't you really idle all day long?"
"Your boss won't dock your pay?"
"If all else fails, you could try to find some weirdo to fight."
According to Inspector Megure, Tatsumaki is a senior prosecutor at the Public Prosecutor's Office.
Logically, it should be those people who frequently appear in the news.
They're either busy in meetings or busy fighting every day.
From what I can see, Tenten seems to be doing nothing wrong.
Upon hearing this, Tornado simply lowered her head.
No words were spoken.
"..."
Seeing Tornado's head bowed in silence, Aoba paused, wondering if he had gone too far.
As a result, we only got halfway there...
Whoosh!
Whizzing! !
Three consecutive whooshing sounds rang out.
Aoba glanced at the bowl and spoon that had been on the table, and Tatsumaki threw them at him with her telekinesis.
He didn't dodge; instead, he stretched out both hands simultaneously with lightning speed and instantly caught the thrown cutlery.
"Hmph~!"
"Now, in my capacity as prosecutor, I am formally informing you..."
Upon seeing this, Tornado's silent expression changed instantly. She floated into the air, her body shimmering with green light.
"Damn it, Aoba!"
"You have been placed under close surveillance by the prosecutor's office!"
"Confess everything right now, or I'll take you back to the prosecutor's office jail!!"
Despite having the figure of a young girl, her mature and sophisticated voice still left Aoba unable to adjust for a while.
He looked helplessly at the tornado floating in the air and let out a long sigh.
"Stop joking. I'm just an ordinary chef. How could I be a focus of attention?"
Aoba shrugged, piled the cutlery together, and walked toward the kitchen.
"I'll leave this meal at your own expense; consider it a reward for Prosecutor Tornado's hard work."
"Hurry up, hurry up, I really need to rest and close up shop."
Aoba waved his hand at Tatsumaki, looking somewhat impatient.
"hateful!!"
Seeing that Aoba still had this attitude even after she revealed her identity, Tatsumaki was furious.
The bare feet, without shoes, stomped around in the air a few times.
It's like he's venting...
It was like a kitten's impotent rage.
"Damn Aoba!!"
The girl rushed into the kitchen and stepped directly on Qingye's head with her two small feet.
"I'm not lying to you!"
"Your affair with the eldest daughter of the Busujima family has spread to other districts!"
The eldest daughter of the Busujima family?
It even spread to other districts?!
Aoba's expression froze for a moment.
What does it mean?
Did anything happen between me and Saeko Busujima?
Without saying a word, he grabbed the tornado's two feet that were wreaking havoc on his head.
The girl's feet didn't smell at all.
In addition, because it never walks and flies entirely by telekinesis, it feels soft and muscular to the touch, without any sense of muscle.
"What do I have to do with the eldest daughter of the Busujima family? I've only met her once."
"Hmph! Who knows? Anyway... the server merge is a done deal now, and quite a few people are eyeing you."
Tornado tried to break free from Aoba's restraints with her psychic powers, but as soon as her mental energy touched Aoba, it slipped away as if it had encountered a slippery eel.
She herself could never back down to Aoba, so she could only barely maintain her composure.
"Why..."
Aoba sighed, "If you're going to merge the servers, then merge them. Why did you have to involve me?"
"I'm just an ordinary little chef, and I'm already here."
An ordinary little chef!?
Upon hearing this, Tornado let out a muffled groan, nearly losing her composure.
If you're just an ordinary chef, what am I?
"Damn it, Aoba!!!"
At this moment, Tornado truly refused to believe in superstition.
He's at least one of the top three heroes in the Hero Association.
The title "Trembling Tornado" wasn't given to her for no reason.
However...
Aoba sensed that the girl's legs were about to exert force, so he simply tapped the soles of her feet lightly with his hands that were holding her feet.
"Let go... Hahahaha... You bastard Aoba!"
"Hahahaha~"
"Give it to me... Hahaha... Let go!!!"
Tornado's face was flushed with excitement, and her body was so weak that she could barely maintain her psychic powers.
This time...
She really did ride directly on Aoba's neck.
Feeling the cool touch on the back of her neck, Aoba stiffened. 2.7
It seems... not so good.
He turned his neck slightly, but hadn't really felt it yet.
Snapped!
Two small hands slapped his face, holding his head tightly to prevent him from moving.
"Damn it, Aoba!!!"
"What are you doing!"
Tornado's face no longer held any arrogance.
The little devil finally blushed.
"So next time, could you please dress properly?"
Aoba gathered a bit of cold air in her hands and applied it directly to her face, while her eyes drifted toward the girl sitting on the stool in front of her.
"Do you still consider yourself a child?"
"I wore it!!"
"Oh right, this time it's Hello Kitty, right?"
Aoba, looking annoyed, took a brand-new apron from the bar drawer.
"You didn't want them last time, so make sure you wear them properly this time!"
"..."
This time, Tornado did not refute.
She silently took the apron and wrapped it around the ripped cheongsam with its slit.
"Also, why would anyone be targeting me?"
This is something that Aoba truly doesn't understand.
He had only met Saeko Busujima by chance; he was hardly a big shot.
"Humph!"
The flush on Tornado's face subsided a little, and she raised her head, saying:
"Don't you know it yourself?"
"Ghouls, yokai, the Nakiri family, the Shinomiya Group..."
"There are also well-known light novel authors, members of the Punishment Force, and members of the Hero Association."
"They all flock to your shop; it's hard for anyone not to notice!"
As Tornado launched into a long explanation of her guest's story, Aoba's face showed a blank expression for the first time.