"Fake Hair, even if it was just a toy, how did you know the pistol wouldn't increase its power?" Sogo Doma asked skeptically. Not to mention anything else—just the small weapons he carried around now had power that would absolutely shock people.
"Tch..." Kotaro Katsura clicked his tongue. "Let's get back to it. That Hayasaka girl was actually a pretty decent person. When Kaguya Shinomiya was in danger, she risked her life to stand in front of her. What a strange undercover agent..."
"A strange undercover agent?" Sogo Doma mused.
"Maybe she liked that young lady quite a bit too. She didn't want her to get hurt, didn't want her to..."
Sogo Doma: "..."
The bond between master and servant? Should he try getting Umaru a maid?
"Regrettably..." Kotaro Katsura said wistfully.
"Regrettably?" Sogo Doma paused.
"That Hayasaka never fired missiles from her chest, from beginning to end! She clearly possessed such a powerful weapon, yet she never revealed it..." Kotaro Katsura stroked his chin. "Interesting. Was she holding something back?"
Sogo Doma: "..."
No, no, no—wouldn't it be weirder if she could fire missiles?
Was this guy serious?
"Did she decide I had no real hostile intent and thus keep her trump card in reserve? Tch..." Kotaro Katsura clicked his tongue again. "That made sense. After all, Miss Shinomiya's missiles didn't look very powerful at all..."
Sogo Doma: "..."
Was Fake Hair indirectly saying Kaguya's chest was small?
"Well, it was impressive that you could tell Hayasaka was a double agent..." He felt that if they kept discussing this, his moral integrity would only sink lower and lower. Though, to be fair, he didn't have much moral integrity to begin with...
"Of course! I'm a professional when it comes to infiltration!"
"So you exposed Hayasaka?"
"How could I?" Kotaro