"Achoo!"
Elsewhere, in a conveyor-belt sushi restaurant on a Tokyo shopping street.
Mira covered her mouth and sneezed loudly.
She rubbed her nose, feeling as though someone was talking about her behind her back.
Hmm, it had to be Keith, right?
Thinking that, Mira happily took a plate of sushi from the conveyor belt and began eating with gusto. "This is so good!"
"Oh?"
Fujino glanced at Mira beside him, his tone slightly sarcastic. "I didn't expect Her Highness the Princess to be able to stomach sushi that costs one or two hundred yen a plate."
"Hmph!"
Mira snorted. "What do you mean by that?"
Fujino rubbed his chin. "After all, Her Highness usually eats only high-end food. With cheap stuff like this, I was worried the Princess might not be used to it and get an upset stomach."
"Sushi is sushi. What does expensive or cheap have to do with it? If it tastes good, that's enough!"
"I'm not spoiled to that extent!"
Mira gave him a gloomy look, but after thinking about it, what he said did seem to be true, so she did not take it to heart.
After all, this guy was the sort who loved telling the truth...
If she had to compare him to someone, he was like one of those ancient court censors?
What kind of grief did ancient rulers have to put up with?
Thinking that, she angrily wolfed down another plate of sushi and put the empty plate back.
Fujiko Mine, seated to her left in sunglasses and a trench coat, took down the plate she had put back. "You can't put empty sushi plates back on the conveyor belt."
"Yes, yes!"
Fujiko sighed helplessly. "So, shouldn't you at least act a little more like a hostage?"
"I did kidnap you,