[To be honest, that lifeless look in her eyes was absolutely incredible.]
[Going crazy licking 233]
[Now I finally knew why the Combat Suit was designed like that.]
[She was actually being disliked. The orthodox Blue Cosmos was that extreme?]
[Feels like another war is coming.]
The scene changed.
This time, it was in New York.
"I really never expected things to turn out like this." A group of elderly men were talking.
"What is Le Creuset doing? He's actually late."
"He was the one who asked us to come here, yet he ended up being late himself..."
The old men remained as careless as ever.
But at that moment, a projection screen rose up beside the room.
Then Le Creuset appeared on the screen.
"Le Creuset?"
"Why are you still at home?!"
"What do you mean by this? You told us to come to New York, but you stayed where you were?"
There was nothing unusual about Le Creuset himself, but the background behind him was unmistakably Le Creuset's mansion.
In other words, Le Creuset had summoned them to New York, but he himself had not moved at all.
It would have been strange if they were not angry.
"Of course I had a purpose in asking you all to come to New York," Le Creuset said.
"A purpose? Le Creuset, you'd better be able to convince us. Otherwise, you know the consequences. You'll regret it."
"Hehehe... Regret it? Me?"
Le Creuset suddenly burst into manic laughter.
He had still been holding a wineglass, but as he laughed, he knocked it away. He laughed so hard he nearly collapsed onto the floor.
"I have no regrets, nor am I saddened, because I am immersed in the joy of this victory," Le Creuset said.
"Victory?" One of the elderly men