If someone could keep talking eloquently with a gun pointed at them, then their words carried quite a bit of weight. Take Katsura, for example—at the very least, everyone knew he was a ruthless man who wasn't afraid of death.
"Become my strength?" Kaguya Shinomiya frowned. "Then what do you want in return?"
"I hope that when I run for prime minister, the Shinomiya Family will give me their vote!" Kotaro Katsura raised his index finger again.
Kaguya Shinomiya: "..."
Ai Hayasaka: "..."
This guy was actually insane, wasn't he?
"Run for prime minister? You?" What kind of prime minister would infiltrate enemy territory? And be an expert at stealth, no less? How was that even supposed to work?
"Of course. I have an entire, albeit somewhat unreliable, plan. All I'm missing is the majority of the votes..." Kotaro Katsura spoke as if it were perfectly logical.
"Stop joking around!"
"I'm quite serious, though the plan may not be entirely reliable..."
Elsewhere.
"..." Holding the phone after the call had been hung up, Sogo Doma frowned and muttered, "Fake Hair really does whatever he wants. Still, he did uncover a lot of things. But this prime minister business... could he actually be serious?"
"Whatever, it has nothing to do with me anyway. Though if Fake Hair really became prime minister, that'd be one hell of a show..."
Just as he thought that—
"Ring, ring, ring..." The bell signaling the end of the exam rang out as well.
Whatever Fake Hair wanted to do could wait until later. Picking up Mashiro was more important right now.
"S-S-Sogo Doma!?" Just as he was about to leave, a blonde girl walked out of the makeup exam room and stared at him.
"Miss Sawamura?" he said in surprise.
"Y-You were following me?" Eriri Sawamura