Conspiracy, the vortex ford around the power struggle did not weary Morimoto Chiyoda.
On the contrary, she was quite satisfied with this life.
She had no interest in power, but crushing others' plots was undoubtedly a fulfilling task.
Morimoto Chiyoda hated trouble, yet she enjoyed the gratifying feeling after solving it.
Such a mindset wasn't contradictory.
At least to her, all her troubles had co unbidden, rather than her beckoning them.
Therefore, she felt justified in finding relief in solving trouble, not what so might call having a sharp tongue but soft heart.
Morimoto Chiyoda returned ho, leaving work earlier than usual today, but it didn't matter.
She deliberately made the excuse to et Professor Frans, coming from Port District to Adachi District, and at such a ti, naturally there was no need to return to Port District, she could just go ho directly.
Morimoto Chiyoda parked the car, and started cleaning the house, ensuring the floor was clean enough for soone to tread barefoot.
The vast area was quite troubleso to clean.
She was too lazy to clean everything, only tidying up the ground floor where she lived daily. She chose to let Aozawa clean the basent and second floor during his days off.
After these chores, the cool air from the air conditioner couldn't stop the sweat on her forehead. She fanned herself with her hand, stripped off her clothes and tossed them into the washing machine, then ran to the kitchen and put on a white apron.
Having abstained for so long, she felt she could now throw herself completely into an exhausting madness.
Morimoto Chiyoda started washing and chopping vegetables, preparing to cook a nourishing feast for Aozawa and herself.
To do a good job, one must first sharpen the tools.
Before the dishes were fully prepared, Aozawa's voice ca from the entrance, "I'm back, Chiyoda~"
The door slamd shut, Aozawa walked into the living room, saw the dishes on the table at the service window.
He rushed over, exclaiming, "It looks great today."
"Yes, to nourish you, you big ox, wouldn't want you to run out of steam later."
Morimoto Chiyoda bent over, her shoulder-length black hair cascading over her white creamy shoulders, sharply contrasting with the snow-white apron.
Aozawa glanced at her smooth shoulders, unadorned by any straps, his expression imdiately turned into a joyful smile, knowing well he would enjoy a seafood feast tonight.
His mood turned excited, the mighty Bull Demon King wouldn't suffer the woes of middle-aged n, always ready to stride into battle.
In a mont, Morimoto Chiyoda finished the last dish of stir-fried eel slices, passed it to Aozawa through the service window. Then, without removing the white apron, she walked right out of the kitchen into the living room.
The snow-white apron draped at the front, her arms entirely revealed, Aozawa quickly moved to her back.
In contrast to the large fabric at the front, the back only had apron strings.
"Chiyoda!"
"Don't rush, let's eat first."
Morimoto Chiyoda licked her lips, her face showing an alluring expression.
Aozawa nodded repeatedly.
While eating, one should devour at in big bites, the anticipation before a al is also indispensable.
In creating this atmosphere, Morimoto Chiyoda excelled.
...
Returning to the Pri Minister's residence, Phoenix Academy Maggie deeply realized the first day of school had ended.
She recalled her chat with Aozawa during the day, the convenience of just needing to turn to see him, with no other n around, like only she and Aozawa stayed in the classroom.
The relationship between the front and back seats was indeed curious.
It deeply captivated Phoenix Academy Maggie, becoming irretrievably entangled.
And at that mont, she felt like a kite soaring in the sky that suddenly noticed its string had snapped.
Understanding why she remained in place the whole ti.
Maybe because she was satisfied with such minor things, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.
This is far from enough!
Phoenix Academy Maggie emphasized in her heart that compared to Ayatsuki Ayaka and Morimoto Chiyoda, what she had gained was far from sufficient.
She must strive harder.
Yet whenever she had the thought to work harder, other issues would arise.
Can friends hold hands? Can friends embrace each other?
Unless they formally enter the stage and join the competition.
Phoenix Academy Maggie contemplated such a result, her heart gradually twisting.
Or rather, tangled to the point where words couldn't describe.
She beca inwardly exhausted, stepped into the Pri Minister's residence, greeted by people along the way.
Phoenix Academy Maggie responded absent-mindedly, all the way to the top floor's Pri Minister's Office.
Miwa Kazuki stepped forward to open the door, without needing anyone to announce her entry, she walked directly into the office, where a sumptuous shared dinner for mother and daughter was on the table.
Kochou put down the file in her hand, smiled and said, "Maggie, did you get any news from Professor Frans?"
"Mother, do you believe what that person says?"
"Of course not, but as an advisor to The White House, the cases he holds may exceed the ones I possess."
"No, Mother, you're wrong. The information he gathered is not much different from what we have."
Maggie shook her head and added, "By the way, there is one piece of information: there was a street murder incident in Los Angeles related to Shinjuku, Japan. Soone unknown used a fiery blade to decapitate Luola.
The Tokyo ti was Monday."
"Oh, I'm already aware of that incident."
Kochou replied nonchalantly, not ntioning her source of information. She sat on the sofa and casually said, "Did Professor Frans go to that school to look for you?"
"Probably, Professor Frans wanted to ask about the Ono warehouse issue."
"How did you respond?"
"I realized that Professor Frans is not good at dealing with the opposite sex, so I didn't answer any of his questions."
Maggie answered as if she were soone being interviewed for a job.
This kind of family atmosphere was sothing she had long been accustod to, so she didn't feel anything was amiss.
Kochou nodded, casually cutting the steak with a knife, saying, "Speaking of which, I rember Aozawa is an outstanding young man. He once defeated Sunaga Takashi to win the Jade Dragon Flag championship.
With his skills, how could Ono's n manage to tie you and him to a warehouse? Why was Ono able to remain unhard?"
She posed the question.
If it hadn't been for wanting to exploit the conflict between Professor Frans and Institute No. 47 to trouble Chiyoda Morimoto, Kochou wouldn't have thought of this matter.
After all, she's really busy, with lots of news and information flooding her mind daily. Determining which is true and which is false takes ti.
In such high-intensity information reception, it's inevitable to forget so unimportant matters.
However, those things that seed unimportant in the past, once integrated with subsequent information, started to show signs of suspicion.
Aozawa was able to defeat Sunaga Takashi and win the Jade Dragon Flag championship.
With his abilities, he shouldn't have been so easily kidnapped by people sent by Ono.
Kochou heavily suspected that Aozawa deliberately got himself kidnapped, possibly even approaching Maggie with ulterior motives.
The classic hero saving the damsel in distress easily ensnares a naive young girl into the sea of love.
Maggie was slightly stunned and then said, "At that ti, a gun was pointed at . Aozawa might have been worried about my safety, so later he proposed to duel with Ono in the warehouse."
"Don't be careless. Chiyoda Morimoto is not a simple woman, and neither is the Aozawa living with her."
Kochou's eyes narrowed slightly.
In the recent reform of the tropolitan Police Departnt, she had intended to purge corruption under the guise of reform, plant her own people, and promote those loyal to her, sidelining others.
But this plan was seen through by Chiyoda Morimoto, who directly made an enormous plan, which included, but was not limited to, expanding the current police force to millions, ensuring every high school student participates in training, and having everyone carry guns for self-protection.
The cabinet is unlikely to approve such a radical plan.
"When interacting with Aozawa, always keep an eye out and don't be deceived by him."
"Mother, I will always pay attention to Aozawa's every move."
Saying that Maggie's eyes flashed with a sharp glint, she hid her thoughts behind the act of cutting her steak, and softly said, "Why don't I take the initiative to ask Aozawa out and probe what he has in mind?"
Kochou thought for a mont, confident in her daughter's cleverness, and nodded, "Hm, find a ti to see if you can ask Aozawa out, but be mindful of the boundaries.
If he dares to go too far, don't hold back."
"Mother, I will certainly make sure to take all necessary precautions!"
Maggie replied with a serious expression, then lowered her head to enjoy her dinner, hiding the smile at the corners of her mouth from her mother.
She finally found an excuse to et Aozawa on a day off.
As for how to explain to her mother afterward, that was sothing to consider later.
Unaware of her daughter's thoughts, Kochou began to discuss so recent major events with Maggie, such as the situation in the Middle East, Korea, India, and so on.
Maggie had to rein in her wandering thoughts, answering Kochou's questions to ensure her outstanding image showed no flaws.
...
After finishing dinner, Maggie left the Pri Minister's Office, having fifteen minutes of free ti post-al to walk around and get so activity before continuing with her tutoring session.
She stepped out of the Pri Minister's residence and turned toward the lush garden behind, strolling on the cobblestone path.
At this ti, there was no longer any sound of cicadas in the trees.
The evening wind carried a hint of coolness. She took out her phone and opened Aozawa's chat interface, "Aozawa, are you free the day after tomorrow?"
Considering she had classes on Saturday morning, Maggie decided to schedule the date for Sunday.
A silent vibration ca from the pocket.
Aozawa had to divert his attention from the jade feet beneath the table.
Under a gray-white filter, his view of the world, Aozawa dared not use catalyst induction to conduct multi-chat at this ti.
Doing so would make his fatigue apparent to Chiyoda Morimoto.
Being so young, he couldn't afford to appear listless.
He grabbed his phone, quickly glanced through the ssage, and didn't rush to type. Instead, he tossed the phone to a Shadow Soldier, instructing him to reply from the bedroom.
When Maggie sent another ssage, Aozawa would use ti stop to reply. This behavior, though troubleso, allowed him to satisfy both of them to so extent.
Letting them believe his heart was with them.
Giving them happiness is not empty talk, it requires real action.
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