"A group of goddesses fighting over me? Of course I was a little pleased with myself."
Andrew turned to look at the visitor and said, "Hermione, why did you come to see me in the middle of the night? If word gets out, people will misunderstand."
The visitor was Hermione. Blushing, she said, "That's why I sneaked in through the back door. No, wait, what is there to misunderstand? It's not like I'm, it's not like I'm..."
At this point, Hermione seemed to think of something, and her entire face turned red.
Andrew said, "Uh, did you misunderstand something? I'm worried people will misunderstand me. I'm the Director of S.W.O.R.D. who intends to become the God King. I can't have any gossip surrounding me, or it'll affect my popularity."
Hermione glared angrily at Andrew. This guy's personality was as awful as ever. Andrew smiled and asked, "All right, enough nonsense. Hermione, what did you come to see me for?"
Hermione's face reddened even more, and she even wanted to run away. But when she saw the goddesses outside "fighting to the death," she gritted her teeth, gathered her courage, and shouted, "I want to completely possess your genes and fully learn the Director of S.W.O.R.D. Transformation Technique."
Andrew looked at Hermione without saying anything. Hermione, who had been so brave just moments ago, immediately lowered her head in embarrassment, her face as red as an apple.
"Don't misunderstand. I just want to become stronger. Only then can I protect my world and save more people."
Hermione flailed nervously as she explained, "It's not like I want to do anything with you... You're a horrible person. I don't like you at all."
Ever heard that tsundere tendencies ruin lives?
Andrew silently complained. He stroked his chin and said, "Is that so?