"I had a feeling he wasn't actually that busy."
Russell thought for a moment, dyed his hair blond, transformed into the blond form he had used before, wrapped an arm around Robin, kissed her on the forehead, and took a photo.
Then, while Robin's face was still flushed with embarrassment, he picked up her phone and swiftly sent out a message.
"Please join us for our wedding."
He deliberately didn't @ anyone.
Because on the phone of some handsome chicken-winged man who was probably too exhausted to see anyone, Robin was definitely set as a special notification.
"Let's see just how busy you really are."
Russell smiled as he looked at Robin's phone.
Then, as if within a single breath, Sunday's second call suddenly came through.
"You still haven't broken up with that bastard blond bassist who was only putting on an act with you in the first place?"
This envoy, who had maintained an outwardly gentle and courteous demeanor even when facing stubborn gamblers, vicious abusers, and villains who incited war, had now transformed into a raging lion and roared at the top of his lungs.
It was obvious.
He really was simply busy—so busy that he could barely spare any time at all—not that he didn't want to pay attention to Robin.
The terrifying roar made Robin shudder slightly under its intimidation.
She had never seen Sunday this angry before.
Even after learning that she had plotted against him, Sunday's voice had never been this vicious.
—Elder brother is like a father. As long as certain fundamental principles weren't involved, Sunday was still very intimidating to her.
"...We aren't dating yet. I was just trying to provoke you."
She defended herself. She really wasn't dating Russell, mainly because she was too embarrassed to compete with Topaz. Her moral