If he hadn't known this woman was straight—and even an unmarriageable tomboy—Russell would have turned into the Sea God on the spot and shouted at her, "You have brought death upon yourself."
"Commander, don't you like her?"
The young Bronya seemed to notice something about the person beside her and immediately prepared to raise her gun.
"Don't fire recklessly."
Then Russell pressed down her little head.
Ragna was A-rank. Though her combat strength had yet to reach even one standard Tower, she was still not someone Bronya, this foolish little girl, could handle.
After doing that, Russell swiftly began @-ing Megumin—or rather, the professional team behind Megumin.
"What should be done?"
Perhaps because there really were quite a few people on the other end.
Without a moment's delay, a line of text appeared.
"After she finishes buying flowers, invite her for coffee, then ask her to leave this city?"
"We can offer her a certain amount of compensation afterward."
Wait, invite, ask...
Quite gentle words, yet the sentence formed from them was rather forceful.
They also did not question why Russell had a girlfriend.
For the time being, he could judge that this strategist was from Terra, most likely from a family with some social standing.
"There's no need for that."
"Teacher Ragna applied to go to Manchester, Britain, for a two-week social practice program because she wanted to experience people's true selves. Then, on the third-to-last day before the program ended, she saved Rita."
"She's really just here to go through the motions."
The one who clearly knew Ragna and Rita's past inside out was Durandal.
Moreover, she disagreed with someone above.
Both were viable methods, but the former was clearly more suited to Terra.
It wasn't impossible to use it, but it would definitely cause trouble afterward.
"Then