"Senpai, you're amazing."
Hayasaka propped her chin on her right hand, her sparkling eyes fixed on him. "I think I've seen this title mentioned in the mutual aid group. It's super rare and has very special effects."
"There are indeed special effects..." Amamiya closed his eyes, his expression subtle as he revealed the title's effects. "I'm not sure if it's impressive or not."
Hayasaka pursed her pink lips and gazed at him curiously with her striking blue eyes.
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[Title: Warrior of Love]
[Effect: Friend of Wife]
[Type: Active/Passive]
[Description:
The Prime Minister once said: "People should love everyone and avoid conflict." The concept of "love all" extends not only to loving one's own wife but also to loving other people's wives.
[Passive Effect: Gain increased charm and attraction toward a neighbor's wife, another's girlfriend, or someone else's childhood sweetheart.]
[Active Effect: When the ability is activated, you temporarily inherit the Prime Minister's will. For a brief duration, you exert an irresistible allure on others' wives or girlfriends, significantly increasing their affection for you.]
[Note: Titles cannot be discarded, traded, or upgraded. Multiple titles may be equipped, but only one can be active at a time.]
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Hayasaka: "..."
After reading the title description, the smile on the spy maid's lips froze.
Very good!
It's settled!
I will never let this man meet my mother!
What "Warrior of Love"? The real pronunciation should be RTN Warrior!
"To get such a title..." Hayasaka leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at him warily. "Senpai, do you have some kind of... special hobby?"
"Sorry."
"It's okay for you to give me a disgusted look and ask me to lift my skirt just to peek at my panties," she continued, her tone full of sarcasm. "But asking me to pretend to date someone else, only for you to swoop in and snatch me away? That's way too perverted. I can't accept it!"
"You're overthinking things," Amamiya replied calmly. "It's not like I haven't seen panties before."
Hayasaka: "..."
Amamiya crossed his fingers and continued matter-of-factly, "Honestly, I'd rather see you do a backflip than lift your skirt."
Hayasaka: "..."
The little devil in the spy maid's heart was already gnawing angrily on her fingers.
(This man is infuriating!)
"In any case," Hayasaka blinked, trying to regain composure, "titles are like extra skills, right? Can they be copied or shared with others?"
"Not sure yet. I haven't tested it," Amamiya replied as he extended his right hand toward her.
"Huh?"
The spy maid instinctively raised her hands to her chest. "Senpai, are you trying to hold my hand? That was so smooth—if I hadn't reacted in time, I might've fallen for your trick!"
Amamiya sighed. "You're the one who brought this up, you know?"
As he started to withdraw his hand, figuring he could test it another time, Hayasaka suddenly reached out. Her soft, warm, and delicate hand grasped one of his fingers.
"On second thought," she said with a serious expression, "instead of letting Senpai test this on someone else, why not use me? Everyone else is innocent, and it's my duty to protect them from being manipulated by you."
"Thanks so much for your... sacrifice," Amamiya said, his tone flat.
"You're welcome, Senpai."
"..."
A moment later.
Amamiya shook his head and said,
"No, the title ability cannot be copied or shared."
"That's a relief." Hayasaka let out a sigh, clenching her fists with conviction. "I have an irreconcilable grudge against indecent people. If everyone were to become Love Warriors, then this world should just be destroyed."
It's clearly the original sin of humanity—stop trying to destroy the world so casually!
"Senpai~" Hayasaka leaned closer, her sweet citrus scent filling Amamiya's nose. "Is this title still active?"
Amamiya sighed.
"Unfortunately, yes. Unlike items, titles can't be toggled on or off at will. The only solution is to acquire a new title as soon as possible."
He wasn't entirely sure about the title's effects yet. After returning last night, he only encountered Shimizu, Miko, and Hayasaka—none of whom seemed affected.
Normally, when acquiring a new skill or ability, one would test its effects immediately. But Amamiya had no intention of verifying this one anytime soon.
After all, the closest person who fit the title's criteria lived next door:
Aunt Yotsuya.
Miko's mother.
If he were to use this ability on Aunt Yotsuya, Miko would undoubtedly kill him on the spot!
"It's hard to obtain a title. Most people in the mutual aid group don't have one," Hayasaka said, resting her chin on her right hand. "By the way, Senpai, do you still have that bracelet?"
"You want it?"
Amamiya immediately saw through her intentions.
"Yes." The spy maid nodded enthusiastically, clasping her hands in front of her chest, her face painted with a pitiful, pleading expression. "I don't have any skills yet, and I can't contribute anything to the dungeon. I don't want to keep dragging you down."
Amamiya retrieved the bracelet and handed it to her.
"The notes say you'll need some shooting skills to use it."
"Don't worry, Senpai." Hayasaka winked playfully and gave a sweet smile. "When I was in my hometown, the old man next door was a retired hunter. He taught me some basic shooting techniques. I'll manage just fine."
Lies.
There was no old man next door.
In reality, she had two professional firearms instructors.
As a spy, proficiency with common firearms was a given.
If only the game's inventory allowed items from the real world, Hayasaka thought wistfully. If it did, she'd already be equipped with an arsenal of weapons and tools, showing those vengeful spirits the true meaning of "Namo Gatling Bodhisattva."
In her mind, cowboys faced their enemies head-on, but spies? Spies took them down from the shadows!
"How good is your technique?" Amamiya asked skeptically. "Just don't end up hitting a teammate."
"Trust me, Senpai." Hayasaka made a scissors gesture with her fingers, grinning. "Within ten steps, I'm fast and accurate."
"..."
Click.
When she placed the bracelet on her wrist, it quickly transformed into a peculiar pink watch.
"Senpai, the bracelet's energy isn't fully charged yet," Hayasaka said, glancing at him with anticipation. "So, I'll need your help."
Amamiya looked her over and deadpanned, "I doubt I can help you with hair that neat."
"It doesn't have to be hair," Hayasaka replied, her gaze shifting to the dessert on the table. "Senpai, you haven't even touched the dessert I made for you yet."
The dessert she referred to was a daifuku. Amamiya picked one up and took a bite, discovering it was filled with the classic red bean paste. Sweet, soft, and surprisingly delicious.
"It's good," Amamiya admitted earnestly.
"As long as you like it, Senpai," Hayasaka said, leaning closer with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her pink lips parted slightly. "Ah~"
"Eat it yourself," Amamiya replied flatly.
"Food always tastes better when someone else feeds you," Hayasaka countered with a playful pout. "Please, Senpai, feed me!"