Is it legal?
Is it really legal?
How can someone say such a thing so brazenly?
Even Akai Shūichi, who knew Ichijō Mirai to a certain extent, raised an eyebrow with a subtle expression.
He knew Ichijō Mirai well enough to know that just by listening to the cheerful tone of this kind Savior, he was prepared for 'later on, Messiah is going to make everyone shake deeply and call out to God from the bottom of their hearts'.
...But that's no preparation for such a brazen statement.
...Even for New York, where the presence of lovers is so common, such a statement is more than justified.
Yes, many people have lovers, even apparently loving couples may have lovers, the man has a lover, the woman has a lover, it may be the same lover, it may be an anecdote, passed on in unspoken words and out of the corner of the eye.
But at least they won't be able to say with a straight face, "I'm legal."
And they don't have the audacity to say 'I'm legit' after blurting out a couple of relationships that everyone knows are fake.
People can't, or at least shouldn't.
The corridor fell silent, and only the righteous Ichijō Mirai could speak, "No rebuttal? Well, thank you all for your silent approval, and I'll thank you all for your support every time I do something legal again."
...How dare you turn black and white upside down!
Even in the realm of the inhumane, this is too inhumane, isn't it?
How can anyone say such a thing without shame?
The silence was deafening, but Ichijō Mirai didn't even realize it, and looked at Akai Shūichi first, noticing that the end of his eyebrows were raised, but his brows were pressed down in a classic 'do you want to hear what you're saying? He had a typical "Do you want to hear what you're saying?" look on his face.
After realizing that Ichijō Mirai was looking at him, Akai Shūichi adjusted his expression by stretching his eyebrows, and then wrinkled his eyebrows again, silently conveying the message:
'Don't do it.'
Jodie's face was a bit blank, looking like she was still struggling to process the amount of information, she couldn't even lower her eyes and furrow her brows, blinking her eyes slowly a few times before slowly processing it, looking at Ichijō Mirai with an odd expression on her face, unable to believe that his thirty-seven-degree mouth was able to say such hot words.
The young man's expression had completely frozen.
Not just his expression, but his whole body had frozen, more wooden than Jodie and the old gentleman before, and when he lowered his head it was as if a series of 'clicks' had sounded.
He looks down and turns to the old gentleman.
The old gentleman was shaking.
While listening to words so absurd that one could laugh out of breath, he was trembling, trembling even more visibly than before, and the young man could already tell.
Ichijō Mirai wanted to laugh, but sighed slowly: Oops, I've been caught in the act.
The others aside, Akai Shūichi and the old gentleman clearly smelled danger.
Akai Shūichi, at least, had been in contact with Ichijō Mirai, so it was normal for him to smell danger after getting acquainted with him.
But the old man?
Isn't he too obvious?
He looks like a member of the organization facing the pain of 'Satan' in a twisted way.
It was the gentleman's unfortunate bell that said, "Unfortunately, [Satan] has ordered the club's chaperone, and for the sake of justice, for the sake of love, for the sake of world peace, for the sake of New York, you're going to chaperone, and you're going to chaperone well, and you're going to chaperone with a challenge, and you're not going to slide down to your knees and make it hard for him to have fun, so you're going to be a pain in the ass." And, yes, I'm letting you die. For the sake of world peace. Rest in peace, Amen! Or is it Belmode?
Considering the portrait of a man at the end of the corridor, and Belmode's failure to mention that 'the club is organized', Ichijō Mirai guessed it was that gentleman.
Stepping on everyone's blood pressure line again, he casually rounded off why Akai Shūichi was here, "It can't be helped, even legitimate husband and wife relationships come in different distances, and I've been in a good relationship with my wife lately, like a glue, so I brought my wife here, but, well..."
Jodie's expression went blank.
Ichijō Mirai looks at her, then at Akai Shūichi, and raises an eyebrow in some disgust, "Tch, but he's jealous, jealous, and secretly followed us here to try to win back my heart."
He told the truth, "He's a great chaser,"
"He chases people all over New York, racing around like a hound dog after a rabbit.
"Don't get me wrong, he's not here for the club, he's here to win me back, right?"
Akai Shūichi was silent.
Everyone was silent, silent at Ichijō Mirai who was talking nonsense, silent at Akai Shūichi who was talking nonsense.
Everyone could hear that Ichijō Mirai was talking nonsense, but they didn't dare to say anything, they could only look at Akai Shūichi silently and wait for him to say something.
Akai Shūichi said, "...Right."
He said, "Yes."
He said it in a single word.
The other people's expectant eyes immediately dispersed.
"Huh," Ichijō Mirai looked at Akai Shūichi strangely, surprised that he was tolerating it, and tentatively spread his wings, "I can't help it, I prefer wives, husbands are just fresh for a while, and when they get tired of it, they're not too interested, so they're left out."
"Alas, I also did not expect him actually will not say anything to follow up, jealous of the man ah, alas, are too much love me, is my fault too good,"
He asked, "Right?"
Hee hee.
Everyone's eyes swarmed up to Akai Shūichi again, looking expectantly at him, expecting him to slap the table and be the first to be eaten alive as a crab by Ichijō Mirai.
Akai Shūichi spoke, "...Yes."
Huh.
Ichijō Mirai once again looks over in amazement and gives him a look of admiration: You're so tolerant!
He turns his attention to the young man, "We're all of the same kind, so we know what we're talking about, right?"
Young man: "..."
Who's your kind.
Akai Shūichi was able to clap the table and rise, but did not clap the table and rise, but the young man is not even clap the table and rise the chips, dare to clap the table will be killed, can only hold back, vague response, "Well well well."
None of the courtiers dared to retort, none of them understood the joy of joking, Ichijō Mirai sighed and gently asked the lucky escort, "Well, now then, do you have a problem with me saying that Akai Shūichi is my jealous husband, not the FBI on the job?"
I guess everyone has a problem with that...
This time, it was not something that could be dealt with by stammering, the young man looked down, gazing at the old gentleman's black suit pants that were shaking significantly, and took a few deep breaths before stuttering his duty and saying the difficult words, "Of course,"
Ichijō Mirai nodded his head with a smile after hearing the beginning of the stuttering, "Well, that can't be helped."
I've explained it sincerely, but the enemy won't listen, so what can I do?
No way, just kill them, hehehe.
After this bunch, he'd go to the party and lift the veil to find out where the lovely Calvados were.
He thought idly, smiled, nodded, and said politely, "I'm sorry to be rude."
The old gentleman suddenly stretched out his hand and clutched the young man's wrist with lightning ferocity, he clutched it tightly, his voice was urgent, "Of course."
"It's legal!"
He was firmer than Ichijō Mirai, "Of course it's legal! Monogamy is legal!"
"I understand, I understand very well, husbands are jealous, you can't help it!"
"You're right!"
Urgent, very urgent, he's quite urgent.
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
He was already idly wondering whether to grab the gun next to the old gentleman or the staff's gun behind him, and when he was interrupted by the early apology, his gaze at the old gentleman changed subtly, sharpening: what chutzpah!
Actually agree with him!
Shameless, right?!
The shameless old gentleman was still talking, he first apologized to Akai Shūichi, "I'm very sorry, the club was ill-considered and offended you, sir's husband."
Then to Jodie, "I hope I didn't frighten you, sir's wife."
His desire to live is strong, soaring.
Survival drive doesn't rise out of nowhere, it's transferred over, and correspondingly, Ichijō Mirai's drive to survive drops, "..."
Can't you say it properly without being disgusting?
If you say it yourself, it's disgusting. If someone else says it, it's disgusting.
"Since one is your wife and one is your husband," The old gentleman repeated the gibberish stoutly, attempting to swallow the sting, "then there's no problem."
"You are a newcomer to the club, and as a rule, you will need to be tested at your first party."
He looked at the young man.
The young man was speechless for a few seconds, barely swallowing what he had just said and pretending to be professional in quality, he said, "Russian Spin."
"The test this time is the Russian roulette," He reached out and picked up the revolver on the table, opened the nest, revealing one of the bullets, "there are six rounds, only one bullet, both sides take turns to shoot at the head, a total of five shots,"
"If we die, or if no one dies after two and a half rounds and only one round left, then you pass the test, sir, but if you get shot..."
Then you're dead.
The young man paused for a few seconds, and handed the revolver to the old gentleman, "The current club's top executive will bet on the bullet with you."
The old gentleman gripped the revolver in his broad hand, he looked up, smiled at Ichijō Mirai, and took a few steps forward, holding the table, before picking up the revolver again and flicking the chamber.
The chamber spun rapidly, and the bullet's trail quickly disappeared in the rapid rotation.
A normal person would not be able to recognize where the bullet was in such a high-speed rotation, and Ichijō Mirai, not being a normal person, narrowed his eyes: as he approached, the old gentleman's left hand was on the table, and his right hand, gripping the gun, was hanging down, blocked for a few seconds by the sleeve of his suit.
During those seconds, if the bullet nests were spinning, they could not be seen, but only the soft sound of the spinning of the bullet nests, hidden by the movement, the breathing, and the friction of the clothes.
Ichijō Mirai heard it.
The old gentleman inquired, "Sir, do you prefer to shoot first or second?"
He raised his hand, and the revolver was in his hand.
Ichijō Mirai took the pistol and looked into the muzzle, "Six rounds?"
Putting his eyes on the muzzle is a dangerous move, putting his hand near the trigger while looking into the muzzle with his eyes is even more dangerous, there is a chance that the gun will go off, Jodie's hand moved, didn't dare to touch Ichijō Mirai's shoulder or hand, and whispered, "Have you ever played Russian Roulette?"
There are tricks to the Russian Roulette.
Of course, it's even more deadly.
Akai Shūichi on one side moved his eyebrows and slowly frowned: How can the test be Russian Roulette?
It's not supposed to be a Russian roulette.
The old gentleman's abnormality was so obvious that it was obvious that he knew Ichijō Mirai, and feared and respected Ichijō Mirai.
Then it shouldn't be a game of Russian roulette.
Unless...
He spoke, whispering, "There may be."
When Akai Shūichi first spoke, Ichijō Mirai was still glancing curiously at the muzzle of the gun, almost pressing his eyes against it.
Less than halfway through Akai Shūichi's sentence, he coldly pulled the trigger.
The revolver made a dull "click".
It was empty.
Akai Shūichi stopped abruptly.
Ichijō Mirai didn't pay much attention, but his red eyes moved closer to the muzzle and he fired again.
There was a click from the revolver.
It was empty.
The young man hurriedly said, "Wait, sir, why did you come with two shots? The rules of the game are,"
"Click."
Third shot, still empty.
Jodie's eyes rounded and she reached for the gun, "Hey!"
She grips the muzzle, and at the same time, the fourth shot rings out, "Click."
Ichijō Mirai pushes her hand away and fires, "Click."
He calmly pulls the trigger for the sixth shot.
The revolver makes a sound, "Click."
Six shots.
"Ah," says Ichijō Mirai, letting go of the grip and picking up the gun instead, "it's done, no bullets."
"Did I pass?"