Mr. Karen really was no ordinary man

Karen lowered his eyes to Anya, who lay on the ground with her little face scrunched up in devastation. A smile curved his lips. "But you can still learn some basic combat skills. After all, once you're outside school, even your teacher can't always look after you."

"And your father and mother can't be by your side every moment, either. Take today, for example. If Mrs. Forger hadn't come out so quickly, you would've been in danger."

"So it's fine to learn some self-defense... as long as you don't use it on your classmates."

After saying that, Karen's gaze drifted slightly, and he couldn't help recalling what happened later in the story-Anya's god-tier skill, the Filter Punch. One punch switched on the second son's beauty filter, and from then on, Anya appeared to him as an adorable little girl with big eyes sparkling with stars.

At that thought, he added with a touch of seriousness, "But if you're bullied at school, don't just put up with it. When it's time to fight back, fight back."

As a CP Shipper, he absolutely refused to let that scene disappear.

Anya, who had been lost in all sorts of speculation about Karen, suddenly scrambled up from the ground. Her eyes lit up again as she happily bounded over to Yor, wrapped both arms tightly around her leg, and tilted her little face up with a smile, blinking her adorable eyes.

"Mother, give me special training!"

"All right." Yor nodded gently and reached out to stroke Anya's head.

After the meeting ended, dusk deepened, and Twilight finally set off for home.

Streetlights came on one after another along the road as he racked his brains over how to keep the mission on track.

After seeing Anya's abysmal grades, the path to making her an "Imperial Scholar" looked incredibly difficult.

Earning stars through her grades was out of the question for now. Receiving them for contributions to society was a decent alternative, but if all eight stars came from community service, that would be far too suspicious...

Before Anya graduated, she needed to earn at least half her stars through her grades.

Thinking about all this, Twilight rubbed his throbbing temples. In all his years as a spy, this was his first time playing a father.

He wasn't particularly good at things like helping children study. Relying on a single plan wasn't prudent. He needed to come up with a backup.

Lost in thought the whole way, he arrived home before he knew it. He opened the door and said out of habit, "I'm home."

"Heave-ho-"

"Heave-ho-"

The rhythmic cries reached him the moment he stepped inside. He followed the sound and saw Miss Yor teaching Anya to throw punches.

Anya swung her little arms and legs with all her might. Her movements were still a little clumsy, but her eyes were full of determination.

Confused, he frowned slightly and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Getting ready for school," Yor answered while demonstrating the proper movements for Anya.

"..." Twilight fell silent for a moment, feeling nothing but unease. Could I really count on Anya...? The more I think about it, the bleaker it looks.

He had just hung his hat on the hook by the door when a figure on the sofa caught his attention.

Damn it! As a spy, I should check the room the moment I get home. Is there actually a stranger here?!

"Oh, hello, Mr. Forger!" Karen lay on the sofa, watching a melodramatic family drama on the television in front of him. He greeted Twilight without taking his eyes off the screen, looking perfectly at ease.

"Oh, it's you, Mr. Karen. Welcome, welcome." Twilight let out a long breath. After putting away his coat, he walked over and sat beside the sofa. "May I ask what brings you here today?"

I'm here to mooch a meal.

"I happened to see Anya being bullied by some delinquents..." Karen explained the incident in detail, then continued, "Your wife really is amazing. She's so good at fighting, she almost seems like an assassin."

"Is that so?" Images of everything that had happened since Twilight met Yor surfaced in his mind. From their first meeting to forming a family, the scenes flashed past one by one. She really did seem a little like one.

But he quickly dismissed the thought. Why would an assassin form a new family with someone else?

"You must be joking, Mr. Karen."

Karen glanced at the mother and daughter, who were already drenched in sweat. "It was just a comparison. Of course your wife couldn't be an assassin. What assassin would be such a good homemaker? Hahaha..."

Phew, thank goodness Mr. Loid and Mr. Karen didn't find out...

Anya read Yor's thoughts and shook her head.

Father might not know who Mother is, but Anya can say for sure that Mr. Karen definitely knows!

"I'll go make dinner, then. Please give me a moment, Mr. Karen."

"I'm looking forward to it."

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Karen, Twilight went into the kitchen. Before long, a meal that looked, smelled, and tasted delicious appeared on the dining table.

Twilight even brought out a bottle of strong liquor that he had paid a small fortune for.

While cooking, he had come up with a backup plan.

He would get his daughter Anya placed in the same class as the second son of his target, the Munsted Family. They could grow close, become good friends, and then the boy could invite Anya over to his house. As her father, Twilight could accompany her on the pretext of being worried about her.

He named this plan-Love Each Other Big Operation!!

But before that, he needed to find out one thing-whether students could choose their classes or were assigned at random.

He could get that information from Franky, but Franky's intelligence wasn't always accurate.

As a teacher, Karen was more reliable. In that case, the first thing to do was get him drunk!

All right, Twilight. Let the operation begin!

Reading Twilight's thoughts left Anya deeply shaken. Father had already half given up on turning her into a top student. Was she really that useless?

...Apparently, she was.

But Anya soon regained her confidence. She wanted to do her part to protect peace between East and West, too. That meant getting Mr. Karen drunk!!

She-Anya Forger-would make the first move.

Pretending to be exhausted, she staggered toward the water bottle on the table. "Ah-Anya's so thirsty. Anya wants some water... Oh no, the cup fell!"

Anya deliberately loosened her grip. The cup hit the floor with a clack and rolled toward Karen. "Anya's going to chase the cup!!"

"..." Watching her rather clumsy performance, Karen didn't know what to say. Should he call it unconvincing, or utterly unconvincing?

He turned to glance at Yor beside him. She looked a little worried, her brow faintly furrowed and her eyes full of concern as she prepared to check on Anya.

A clueless mother paired with a daughter who couldn't act made quite a combination.

Karen sat up on the sofa, folded his arms, and quietly waited for Anya to come over and tell him what she wanted.

"Ah-Anya picked up the cup. Anya's going to drink some water!" Anya picked up the cup, pretended to take two sips, then stared straight at Karen.

"Mr. Karen, how well can you hold your liquor?"

"..." Karen was at a loss again. He was already being so cooperative. Couldn't she just tell him what she wanted?

"You can just tell me what you want me to do."

"Teacher's so smart! You even knew Anya came over with a goal!!" Anya was utterly astonished, her eyes wide and round. Sure enough, anyone who could become a teacher was no ordinary person.