Chapter 52: 52: Where Did This Maid Come From?
Pfft!
"Does he really think that just by becoming Prime Minister, he can command all of Japan?"
"If so, I can only say he's way too naive."
By the time he finished speaking, Akira Sawamura was already laughing at his own words.
"Ayanokouji Atsushi's only remaining value now is as the fuse to detonate the White Room and Advanced Nurturing High School scandals."
"As a clown, his performance is nothing short of flawless."
"He's as good as Gotham's Joker in my eyes."
"The Joker of Gotham pursues chaos."
"And chaos brings extreme fairness."
"Unlike Japan, where a person's future is determined by their birth."
"Ayanokouji Atsushi, who was born lowly, despises this system and wants to destroy it."
"But to me, it's meaningless."
"Even without Batman and Joker, Gotham remains Gotham."
"The world does not change."
"The hereditary system of noble families stems from human selfishness."
"Even I can't claim to be entirely selfless."
Clap, clap, clap!
The moment he finished speaking, the girls erupted into enthusiastic applause. That speech was practically on par with a formal address.
Their childhood friend was simply too impressive.
"If I send Yuki to kill Ayanokouji Atsushi now,"
"He won't live to see the sunrise."
"And no one in Japan would care about his death."
"Naoe Taro would even cover up the cause of death, passing it off as natural."
"Such is the fate of a pawn."
"But if I dared to send Yuki to kill Naoe Taro—"
"That would break the rules. If I were caught,"
"There would be no place for me in Japan in the short term."
"That's the difference between a pawn and a player."
"By the way, where the hell did this maid come from?"
The girls' attention suddenly shifted to Yuki, the cold and beautiful maid who had been silently following Akira Sawamura.
If he hadn't brought her up, they might have completely forgotten she was there.
"She was an assassin before. Now, she's my personal maid."
"An assassin?"
The girls gasped in surprise and disbelief.
"Akira, why do the people around you always turn out to be so bizarre?"
Kujou Sakurako asked, utterly speechless.
"You ask me? Who am I supposed to ask?"
"But whatever, Yuki is no longer an assassin."
"She has only one identity now—my personal maid."
"I've been envious of Ryoko's twin maids for a long time."
"Now, I finally have my own."
Akira Sawamura grinned, absolutely delighted.
Damn it!
That flirtatious childhood friend!
Just looking at his smug face, they could tell Yuki was more than just a maid—she was definitely serving him in every possible way.
"They aren't my maids. Strictly speaking, they are my most trusted assistants."
"If I give them to you, what happens to me?"
Yakushiji Ryoko's eye twitched as she snapped back.
"I know, but Marianne and Lucian wear maid outfits every day and deliberately try to tempt me."
Yakushiji Ryoko: ...
Those two little brats.
Wait until I get back. They're in for a serious lesson.
"They can do everything a maid does."
"And things even a maid wouldn't do."
"Yuki, you should spar with Marianne sometime."
"She's a master of weapons—almost every weapon in the world."
"Understood, Master."
"Also, they're highly skilled in household chores."
"Yuki, you don't seem to know how to do any housework at all."
Akira Sawamura suddenly gave her a deadpan look and exposed her flaw.
"Master, I promise I will learn from the two maid sisters!"
"Please trust me!"
Yuki quickly raised her hand and vowed upon hearing Akira's remark.
"Why would an assassin willingly become your maid?"
"We don't get it."
"Obviously because I've known Yuki since childhood."
"And you still made her your maid?"
"A maid is also family, no different from my childhood friends."
"Just like Marianne and Lucian are Ryoko's closest family."
"Besides, Yuki is one of a kind."
"Master!"
Yuki was so moved by Akira's words that she gazed at him with tearful, affectionate eyes.
She looked like she was ready to offer herself to him on the spot.
"Akira Sawamura, what do you mean by that?!"
The childhood friends exploded.
The only reason there were so many of them was because of his own damn flirtatious nature!
They all wanted to be his 'one and only' too!
"Akira, I want to be your maid too! Takina as well!"
Nishikigi Chisato eagerly raised her hand.
"Chisato, I never agreed to that!"
"Stop dragging me into your nonsense!"
"Who would want to be this playboy's maid?!"
Inoue Takina immediately and righteously refuted.
"I refuse as well."
"Chisato, you don't suit being a maid at all."
"Your style is all about vibrancy and energy."
"A maid outfit wouldn't match you at all."
"You noble ladies are even worse. Your presence is too striking."
"Takina and Hishako would be more suitable."
"Give up on that idea already."
"I will never, ever wear a maid outfit!"
Inoue Takina glared at Akira Sawamura viciously and firmly declared.
"Takina, don't say things like that too confidently."
"Be careful, or the future might make you eat your words."
Akira Sawamura flashed a devilish grin and 'kindly' warned her.
Inoue Takina: ...
This evil-minded bastard was definitely up to something again.
"Akira, can you stop giving people ridiculous nicknames?!"
Having been by Nakiri Erina's side since childhood, Shinto Hishako had known Akira Sawamura for years.
Though she wasn't exactly a childhood friend, their relationship was just as long-standing.
But thanks to Akira calling her 'Secretary-chan' all the time, the nickname had practically replaced her real name.
Even Erina herself would sometimes slip up and call her 'Secretary-chan' instead.
Shinto Hishako absolutely despised that nickname.
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