Cooking Small Fish Is Like Governing a Great Nation

"Look, you'll never imagine my vision." She glanced at the clapper in her hand and sighed slightly—ah, the most fantastical prop in the entire Dragon series, a clapper that, once struck, would instantly turn any super bloodline into a puppet. She wondered how this thing actually worked.

She shook her head, and the exquisite object crumbled into dust. As she did so, all the ambition, desire, and longing in the old man's eyes vanished into the ashes of burnt-out ashes.

"No, no..." he murmured, reaching out to grab the lump of scrap metal.

Then the red-haired woman stomped on his head and crushed it.

He died.

At the moment he died, the spirit and energy of the remaining Japanese people in the entire conference room also died.

Ah, there's nothing we can do about it. That's just how the Japanese people are: they submit to the strong and despise the weak. Now that their leader is dead, all that's left is a disorganized mess.

No, there is one exception.

A young man in a long overcoat, with an effeminate face, suddenly let out a low growl, then forcefully broke free from the immense pressure on his blood vessels and lunged towards the woman's location. Then—

His figure was frozen in mid-air by the woman's finger pointing at him.

"The Yuan family brat who's at Level 03?"

I'll forgive you for talking back to your teacher this time. By the way, your brother isn't dead, but he dared to lay a hand on a teacher, so I broke his arms and legs and threw him downstairs. It's not too late to treat him now.

With a flick of the woman's finger, the young man slammed into a partition wall with a muffled groan. One wall after another, five walls shattered before he collapsed, vomiting large chunks of blood.

Disrespect for elders always comes at a price.

So the woman left.

She went to another floor of the building and entered a hidden girl's boudoir. A girl with long red hair, dressed in a shrine maiden's outfit, stood in the boudoir, waiting for her.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Surtr, a teacher. You have two choices: first, come with me; second, I'll knock you out and take you away."

The girl looked at her, then at the place where the smell of blood was coming from—she raised her hand and slapped herself on the back of the neck.

Very good, very unique. He actually chose the third path—knocking himself out. Satisfactory.

So the satisfied teacher made a phone call.

"Hey, is this Kid Lu?"

"You have one day to book a plane ticket to Japan. I have a caregiver assignment for you."

"What? An exam? Get over here right now, or you'll lose your recommendation letter—remember, you only have one day!"

The woman hung up the phone, hoisted the girl onto her shoulder, and walked outside. She left the rest to the original timeline.

As for the letter... what recommendation? Forget about it!

Chapter 104 Cooking a Small Fish is Like Governing a Large Country

—A fool is making trouble for himself.

—I am an ordinary person.

Miss Surtr ultimately decided not to change—it was her nature, what was the point of changing it? Besides, as long as she didn't actually do anything, what did it matter if she had a few little quirks in private?

—Maybe I'll meet a cute girl with a masochistic streak in the future, and that cute girl will happen to like me?

She thought to herself.

Her mood instantly brightened, and all the previous minor unpleasantness was quickly forgotten. Then she checked the time.

Ah... the whole morning seems to have been wasted.

Fortunately, at least we made it out of this mess and managed to get one thing done.

—I prepared at least truffles and sandworm meat.

She thought to herself, glancing at the shopping bag in her hand. The time for strolling and contemplating life was over; it was time to cook some new dishes.

—Hopefully Persephone won't find it unpalatable. Hmm...she even took out the paper cutter earlier. She must have been quite frightened. But someone like her can be startled? This seems to be the second time.

I had a few questions in my mind, but they were really insignificant details, so I put them aside for the time being.

—I need to go back to the house first... Hmm, wait, if it's just for cooking, I can just find any unoccupied room nearby.

—Anyway, before the Reunion Movement arrived, most of the local nobles and wealthy families in Chernobog had already fled. But people can run away, and so can valuables. And aside from that, pots, pans, oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar probably wouldn't be categorized as valuables that must be carried with you. So...

She looked around.

Ah, good luck. A magnificent manor house within the city—clearly, this manor once belonged to some high-ranking official or nobleman in Chernobog. But now, it is ownerless.

Once something is in Persephone's pocket, it's impossible to get it back without paying ten or a hundred times the price.

But before that—

She reached out and suddenly grabbed at a shadowy spot beside her.

"Meow-goo—!"

With a soft gasp and a sharp cry, a poor Little Red Riding Hood was pulled from the shadows by the scruff of her neck and landed in her hands. Ah, it was Red, the Red who had learned the foreign language of the Feline family. The little gray-tailed wolf was looking at her pitifully.

"Red isn't an enemy." The little gray wolf's voice was soft and pleasant.

But even more interesting than the pleasant sound is the comfortable feel.

—Speaking of which, I've always really wanted RUA's red tail.

So her gaze fell on the large gray tail behind Red.

She could feel the Lupo girl in her hands stiffen the instant her gaze swept over her. Her tail, which had been swaying slightly with gravity and inertia, stood upright like a stick, frozen and motionless.

So she put down the woven bag containing the ingredients and reached out her hand towards Red's tail.

Hong's body trembled.

When the hand is close, it trembles violently. When the hand is far away, it relaxes slightly.

Miss Surtr looked into the eyes of the clumsy little wolf and noticed that those beautiful eyes were changing from pitiful to teary.

—Do you feel like you've been bullied? Are you afraid of being rubbed in the tail?

So she changed direction with her other hand, which was originally going to rub the tail, and rubbed Little Red Riding Hood's head instead— Little Red Riding Hood's hair was very soft, and her pointed ears were also fluffy, warm, and trembling. It felt very comfortable to touch, which made her feel a little happy.

—That is good civilization.