Agung's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He slowly rotated his head toward Shioriko's phone, his mouth hanging open in a mix of dread and comedic resignation.
"Kasu-kasu is coming too?" Agung whispered, his voice cracking. "The Gremlin is mobile?"
From the smartphone speaker, **Shizuku's** voice came through with a polite but clearly exhausted sigh. "It's not like we invited her to join the 'roster,' Agung-san. But Kasumi was helping Emma-senpai pack her Swiss chocolates and oversized cheeses, and once she heard there was a 'Magician-Panda' with a black card and a magic kitchen, she simply refused to be left behind. She's currently doing laps around the Shinkansen carriage."
Immediately, a high-pitched, indignant screech erupted from the speaker, nearly blowing out Shioriko's phone's audio driver.
**"SHIZUKO! Who is Kasu-kasu?! It's KASUMIN! The world's number one most adorable idol! The cutest girl in the universe!"** Kasumi's voice was vibrating with pure, unadulterated energy. **"And listen here, you Marshmallow-Man! I don't care if I'm 'excluded' or 'included' or 'sideways-clipping'! If there is a magic palace being built, Kasumin demands a room with a vanity mirror the size of a garage door! And it better be pink!"
Agung slumped against the kitchen island, burying his face in his hands.
"Twenty," Agung groaned into his palms. "The count is twenty. Nineteen wives and one... very loud, very high-maintenance mascot."
He looked up at Umi and Maki, who were both looking at the phone with expressions of profound pity.
"Aoi-kun," Agung said, looking at his son. "If a girl with a yellow ribbon starts trying to take over the house and demanding bread, just... give her a piece of toast and walk away. It's for your own safety."
Aoi looked up from his training sword, his expression stoic. "Understood, Papa. I will defend the perimeter from the 'Kasu-Kasu'.
**"IT'S KASUMIN!!!"** the phone screamed one last time before Shioriko finally, mercifully, tapped the 'End Call' button.
The kitchen fell into a brief, ringing silence. Agung stood up, straightened his Mikan apron, and felt the surge of his **Infinite Stamina** kicking in to combat the sheer psychological weight of twenty high-energy women descending upon Numazu.
"Alright," Agung said, his eyes glowing with a renewed, slightly manic magical light. "If Kasumin is coming, a standard mansion won't do. She'll annoy the neighbors within twenty minutes. I need something bigger. Something... isolated."
He turned to the kitchen window, looking out over the sparkling blue waters of Uchiura Bay and the lush green hills of Numazu.
"Maki, Umi, Kanata, Ai... grab the kids," Agung declared, snapping his fingers.
In a flash of light, **twenty designer traveling cloaks** materialized on the kitchen chairs—each one magically climate-controlled and dirt-resistant.
"We aren't just going house hunting," Agung grinned, his round face looking surprisingly heroic. "I'm going to manifest the **Panda Grand Villa**. It's going to have twenty suites, a kendo dojo for Aoi, a recording studio for the idols, a nursery that looks like a literal cloud, and a kitchen that never runs out of *Bubur Ayam*. And yes... I'll give Kasumin a pink room, but it's going to be in the soundproof wing!"
He looked at the clock. "Fifty-five minutes until the Shinkansen hits Mishima. Let's go build a kingdom."