Are You Telling Me What to Do?

To people like her, it was just a pile of paper.

So even though the suitcases held three hundred million Beli—more money than most people could earn in a lifetime—she felt no greed.

As a qualified spy, she would have felt the same whether it was three hundred million Beli or three billion.

After all, no matter how rich someone became, could they be richer than her organization or its leaders?

The money was not hers, but whenever a mission called for it, she could spend what she needed. She had never lacked food or clothing.

She had never worried about money since she was old enough to understand it.

She picked up the three suitcases with her right hand and the notebook from the coffee table with her left, then turned toward the door.

She paused in front of it. The corners of her mouth rose, and her practiced smile returned.

Then she pulled the door open and hurried out.

She had already lost some time here. She still had to

put the money away and gather the shipwrights, so she needed to hurry.

Oh... right.

As she walked, she glanced at her clothes. "I need a shower too."

I can't meet anyone looking like this!

She raised her head, pushed her glasses up with the back of her hand, and quickened her pace.

Uninhabited Island.

By now, Uninhabited Island had long since returned to its original desolate state.

On a huge rock at the edge of the island...

"Buru buru!!"

"Buru buru!!"

The Cipher Pol Aigis Zero Director, wearing a black-and-white mask, took the Den Den Mushi receiver from his subordinate. "This is Kurot, the Cipher Pol Aigis Zero Director. What is it? Get to the point."

"Yes, sir."

A cool voice came through the receiver. After