Lois drew her gaze back to Yongye's beaming, eminently punchable face, and the corner of her mouth twitched.
She finally understood why Takamagahara had sent so many Divine Envoys over.
Because Amaterasu-Ōmikami knew that the price of opposing this bastard was too high. Rather than confronting him head-on, she might as well send a few female Heroic Spirits over and let him vent his anger on them, buying Takamagahara a temporary peace.
And Nōhime and Asano Nene were the chosen sacrifices.
One was Oda Nobunaga's wife, the other Toyotomi Hideyoshi's wife.
One had been dead for over four hundred years. The other had also been dead for over four hundred years.
In life, both had been noble ladies who served as motherly models for the realm. In death, they had to kneel before this bastard and massage his shoulders and legs.
Lois suddenly felt much more comfortable about the calluses on her own knees.
She lowered her head, scribbled a few strokes in her notebook, then looked up again, her tone taking on just the right edge of probing sharpness.
"Mr. President, you just said that Professor X on the other side was all smiles on the surface while plotting to blow up our Earth."
"Why are you so sure?"
Yongye set his iced Coke back on the coffee table, leaned back against the sofa again, and tilted his head. His gaze slid from Nōhime's livid face to her faintly trembling fingertips.
He fell silent for two seconds.
Only then did he speak slowly, his tone a little lighter than before, yet beneath that lightness surged a profound confidence.
"Because I'd be perfectly willing to blow up their Earth to save our world."
"Judging them by my own standards, I believe they're thinking the same thing over there."
"The problem