"We..." Hearing Sato Miwako's question, the officers of Investigation Division 1 all froze.
"We were following you and this evil Curly-Haired One, ready at all times to sabotage every intimate moment between you..." Of course, they couldn't tell the truth.
But what were they supposed to say?
A group of stalkers exchanged glances and guiltily took a step back.
That retreat exposed Officer Shiratori in the crowd.
As expected of the commander of the Sato Miwako Defense Line, he shot his guilty subordinates a disdainful glance and said with remarkable composure, "We're here to catch a drug dealer."
"Oh!" The officers suddenly understood: They had nearly forgotten. Today, tailing people was their side job; catching drug dealers was their main job, not the other way around!
"..." Officer Sato looked from one to another, deeply suspicious. Something about her colleagues felt very off today.
Yet this atmosphere of work gradually brought her back from the shock and delight she had just experienced.
Then the dedicated officer suddenly startled. "Oh no, Yagura Maji! That drug dealer is getting away!"
By the lake.
Yagura Maji had been sprinting with his head down when, with a plop, the deadly clatter of high heels behind him suddenly vanished.
At first, he thought the fireworks' explosions had drowned out the footsteps. But even after that burst of fireworks ended, those crisp heels still hadn't caught up to him.
"What's going on?" In the midst of his frantic escape, Yagura Maji glanced back in confusion.
Then, in the lingering glow of the fireworks, he saw the one man and one woman chasing him locked in a passionate embrace, as romantic as some eight o'clock idol drama.
"What the hell are these two doing...?"
Looking at them, then recalling the groom suddenly pulling out a box