Dragon stared at Werther in surprise, unsure what he was talking about.
Dragon didn't understand, but Koala did.
"Werther, didn't I tell you to keep it refrigerated? Otherwise, it expires after six months."
Werther smiled.
"Did you tell me that, Ms. Koala?"
Koala thought back. Werther had been covered in blood at the time, and all she'd wanted was to finish her mission and leave. She probably had told him. Maybe.
"Well, I... I think I told you."
"You think?"
"Ah, ahem, don't worry about that. I'll replace it for you. The person who supplies the Female Hormones is right here."
At their exchange, another person in the room lit up.
"What's this I hear, Thunder Swordsman? You want to become a woman? If so, I can inject you with Female Hormones right away."
The room fell silent. Ivankov, the Okama King, realized he had said something wrong.
"Ah, hahaha! I'm joking."
But Werther kept staring at him, and cold sweat ran down Ivankov's forehead. Why did it feel as though some terrifying creature had set its sights on him?
"Mr. Werther, don't mind him. Ivankov loves to joke around."
"Right, right. Ivan was only joking."
"Here, everyone, try this fruit. I found it on a Deserted Island. It hasn't been named yet, but it tastes wonderful."
The Revolutionary Army Officers hurried to smooth things over, and the atmosphere turned strangely lively.
"I don't want to become a woman. I want to use the stuff to interrogate some tight-lipped people.
"But Ivankov, I hear you have a rather unusual cookbook. Could we make a deal for it?"
At Werther's words, the strange tension faded and things returned to normal.
"I can supply you with Female Hormones right now. But that cooking method..."
Ivankov fell silent and considered it.
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