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Ai Hayasaka.

Born in the main residence of the Shinomiya family, she had received elite training and officially beca Shinomiya Kaguya's attendant at the age of seven.

A perfect maid with one-quarter Irish ancestry.

She was also Kaguya's most capable assistant and closest confidante.

And now, Ai Hayasaka was spying on Takamine Haruto.

She knew who he was.

In fact, she knew him inside and out.

Because recently, her young lady, Shinomiya Kaguya, had been harboring a slight grudge against this particular individual.

As an all-purpose maid, Hayasaka had been tasked with investigating Takamine Haruto.

The Shinomiya family was one of the four major financial conglorates in Japan, and as their young lady, Kaguya usually got whatever she wanted.

With her genius intellect, she had consistently ranked first in every major academic exam.

But in the most crucial high school entrance exam, she had been surpassed—by a completely unknown commoner nad Takamine Haruto.

And after looking into his background, Kaguya's sense of defeat only deepened.

She had lost to an obscure nobody.

As a lady of the Shinomiya family, her imdiate thought was:

Recruit this talent into my ranks.

That way, she could easily dominate him while also reaping substantial benefits.

Hmm, quite fitting for a financial conglorate's heiress.

After all, at this stage, Kaguya was still the "Ice Queen" and had yet to beco the goofy girl we all know.

Thus, Hayasaka was given the mission of recruiting Haruto.

Now that she had encountered him by chance, Ai Hayasaka naturally paid close attention.

However...

"He noticed ?!"

Ai Hayasaka was surprised.

Her surveillance skills had been professionally trained.

According to his file, Haruto was just an ordinary student with exceptional intelligence.

But now, Hayasaka felt that things might not be as simple as they seed on paper.

Sothing was off—extrely off!

Since she had been discovered, Ai Hayasaka decided to...

Approach directly!

"Are you out shopping with your little sister? Would you like a guide?"

"My na is Smith A. Hayasaka, and I'm quite skilled in fashion coordination."

Ai Hayasaka walked up toHaruto with a bright smile.

Her cheerful expression, paired with her JK-style school outfit, exuded an irresistible gyaru-like charm.

Most boys would have a hard ti resisting such an approach from a beautiful girl.

And yet, Ai Hayasaka received this response:

"You're lying."

Haruto stated indifferently.

Ai Hayasaka's smile froze for a split second but quickly recovered as she tilted her head playfully.

"Eh? I'm not lying! I really am good at fashion coordination."

Haruto shook his head.

"I ant your na."

"...Busted."

Ai Hayasaka let out a small chuckle.

"Alright, fine. My real na is Ai Hayasaka. Hehe."

She attempted to brush it off casually.

Haruto acknowledged with a simple "Oh," then proceeded to ignore her.

Ai Hayasaka, feeling a bit anxious, quickly said:

"But my na really is Ai Hayasaka!"

Haruto remained indifferent.

"Oh. But that has nothing to do with . Sorry, I don't need your help."

Ai Hayasaka lowered her head dejectedly and ran off.

But once she was out ofHaruto's sight, her expression imdiately returned to normal.

Everything she had just done was an act.

"He saw through my fake na, and even after I told him the real one, I still couldn't make any progress..."

"No choice. I'll end this encounter here. If I push further, it'll only create hostility."

Ai Hayasaka concluded.

She quickly furrowed her brows again.

"He's a strange guy. Very different from what's on paper... I'll have to follow him and gather more intel."

She was particularly invested in Haruto.

Because her young lady, Shinomiya Kaguya, had personally ordered his recruitnt.

If he turned out to be dangerous and she failed to recognize the threat, resulting in harm to Kaguya...

That would be her failure as a maid.

anwhile, Haruto, after brushing off Ai Hayasaka, didn't think much of it.

He didn't recognize her.

(Yeah, he had never watched Kaguya-sama: Love is War.)

However, his observational skills were practically inhuman, and he could tell that Ai Hayasaka wasn't normal.

Her acting, physical coordination—everything about her was off.

She was clearly a professionally trained individual from a financial conglorate.

Unfortunately, Haruto had no interest in interacting with such organizations right now.

He hadn't yet acquired the absolute power he desired.

So, it was best to just brush them off.

At that mont, Annie erged from the fitting room.

She had rejected the store clerk's recomndation of a dress. Instead, she had chosen a sporty outfit.

It suited Annie perfectly.

"You look great! If you were in a school setting, I bet you'd get tons of admirers."

Haruto teased with a smile.

Annie, unsure how to respond, simply remained silent.

Haruto didn't mind.

That was just Annie's personality.

If she had responded with sothing like "Thank you for your complint," that would have been truly unnatural—just a forced response.

After purchasing three outfits, they left the store.

Annie was finally starting to resemble a modern teenage girl.

Afterward, they went to buy bras and panties.

The process was rather dull.

Annie kept a cold expression the entire ti, her gaze sharp enough to kill. Even the store clerks were too intimidated to approach.

Haruto could only shake his head helplessly.

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