Kaito gently closed the door to the isolation room, returning a quiet and private space to Gold City.
Let the young lady calm down; after crying so miserably just a moment ago, she definitely needs some time alone.
He let out a long sigh, feeling the warm and rising energy inside him after the system update, and his spirits improved considerably.
However, the moment he turned around, his mood instantly shifted from "clear skies" to "dense clouds".
He saw the owner of that "magnificent gaze".
A young woman was leaning elegantly against the hallway wall, it seemed as though she had been waiting for quite some time.
She was dressed in an extremely opulent and elaborate Rococo-style outfit.
The layers of lace and ribbon made her look like a young noblewoman from an 18th-century oil painting, in her hand she held a delicate feather fan, which she waved gently in an intermittent rhythm.
Kaito knew that face very well.
The bold and confident smile, the noble and magnificent aura, and those purple eyes that seemed perpetually focused on the center of the stage.
"The Lord of the Century's End— TM Opera O."
Damn it!... Was she the one peeping just a moment ago? Did the crisis intuition come in handy so fast? But, what kind of crisis is this...?
Kaito froze instantly, his mind racing while trying to figure out if he had somehow offended this prominent figure.
Seeing him turn, TM Opera O lightly covered her mouth with her feather fan.
Her purple eyes scrutinized Kaito from head to toe with great interest; she wasn't looking at a person, but admiring a newly unearthed antique that seemed novel to her.
"Oh my God?"
She spoke, her voice like the recitation of the most magnificent operatic aria, every word imbued with dramatic tension and cadence.
"Are you the mysterious man who can make the rebellious Gold City become as docile as a kitten?"
Kaito felt his scalp tingle slightly.
This person's communication style was exactly as rumored: it was truly... truly unique.
He forced a polite yet awkward smile, bowing slightly.
"Hello, Miss TM Opera O, I am Kaito, a massagist from the Placement and Rehabilitation Department for horse girls, I was simply doing my job"
However, TM Opera O seemed completely uninterested in his modest words.
She approached Kaito with steps so elegant they seemed to be blocking a stage.
The air was instantly filled with the scent of high-end perfume, intertwining with Kaito's fresh "natural scent".
The next second, she lightly lifted the feather fan in her hand and, with the feather's tip, lightly and dominantly lifted Kaito's chin, forcing him to look her in the eye.
Reflected in those purple pupils was Kaito's slightly surprised face, and her gaze held an unquestionable majesty mixed with a sense of granting favors.
"Your name is insignificant"
She spoke slowly, in the tone of one declaring a universal truth.
"The important thing is that starting today you are a crucial new character in this play called 'Life', starring this Overlord!"
She paused, apparently satisfied with Kaito's confused expression of: "¿Who am I and where am I?", and continued with her magnificent announcement.
"Your role is the exclusive behind-the-scenes supervisor who will adjust the mind and body of me, the absolute protagonist, to the most brilliant and perfect state!"
Before Kaito could digest this information-heavy line, she pulled an exquisitely crafted golden card from her dress pocket and pushed it into Kaito's hand without a word.
In the card an address was printed: her private lounge at Tracen Academy.
"Tomorrow at the same time," she said, picking up her feather fan and turning with elegance.
"This Overlord shall await your arrival behind the curtains of my theater, do not keep me waiting too long, rookie protagonist."
This energetic "invitation," which left absolutely no room for refusal, gave Kaito a headache as he clutched the card, which still retained her body heat and the scent of her perfume.
"Big sister... No, Overlord! Aren't you even going to ask for my opinion?! How is this any different from a kidnapping? (;´Д｀)"
Just as Kaito stood there holding the card, spiraling into complete confusion and not knowing how to respond—
"BANG!"
A loud crash echoed.
The isolation room door behind him, which had just been gently closed, was violently thrown open with enormous force, slamming hard against the wall.
Kaito turned around in shock.
Gold City had changed into a set of casual sportswear.
Although the corners of her eyes still showed a trace of redness from crying, her cute face was now covered in a layer of icy frost.
Her gaze pierced through Kaito like a sharpened sword, aiming directly at TM Opera O, who was just about to leave.