Russell: Whose Officer Is This? They're So Daring!

No.

Wasn't it just a surgery?

Why did it feel like her big sister was already itching to become Natsumi's stepmother?!!

"I think Miss Itsuka might be falling in love."

"...You know?"

"Men are usually somewhat interested in beautiful young widows who are broken, sorrowful, and a little stubborn."

The President, who had previously been bickering with some shut-in, wore an expression like she had understood everything.

"Putting myself in their shoes, I think women probably like handsome widowers with scars and a melancholic air too."

"Besides, the Emperor really seems very knowledgeable."

The dimensional Transmigrator, who had reconciled with the President after she whaled for a max-constellation character for him, nodded in deep agreement.

What he said would definitely make Mobius or Huihui wear an utterly speechless expression.

That bastard Russell refused to study unless disaster was chasing right at his heels.

However, Rattatoskr's relationship with Russell amounted, at most, to egging on the 145-centimeter-tall Commander to cosplay as the Egyptian Queen.

Their understanding of a certain someone was clearly somewhat different from reality.

He stirred the emotions of everyone present within the time it took to burn an incense stick, casually answered everyone's questions, and waved a hand to create a Land of Reeds as his own hall...

No matter how one looked at it, that had nothing to do with a truant teenager.

At that thought, Kotori Itsuka's little face twisted up as well.

Was her sister attracted to intelligence?

She hadn't seemed that way before.

—Before she ran into the whole Spirit business, her sister had been an utterly ordinary person.

Quiet, steady, living as healthily as a plant.

Her requirements for a future spouse were probably emotional stability, devotion to family, and the ability to treat those around them gently.

But—

She could not help