"Come to think of it, you seem to have been going out alone a lot lately... Is the brewing chaos really that interesting to you?"
"That's just prejudice, isn't it? I'm only having a little fun. It's human nature to want to see how an era you created yourself will change."
At the stairwell entrance of the Blue Dream Company, a man and a woman were chatting affectionately.
The honey-haired girl was straightening her clothes in a mirror mounted on the wall beside her.
Her slender brows furrowed as she smoothed the creases in her blouse with her fingers.
Although a certain someone had said he knew how far to go, he had still lifted her entire blouse halfway through and roughly rolled it into a ball, leaving her with all this work now.
At that thought, Misaki Shokuhou spoke with even greater irritation.
"That sounds exactly like something a criminal would say when returning to the scene."
"Even the same thing can receive vastly different judgments depending on its scale. Surely what I've done counts as the tide of the times, however you look at it."
Roland smiled as he combed through the girl's silky hair, like an affectionate newlywed husband.
"You're not even denying that what you did was evil..."
"Because it was evil."
Roland admitted it readily.
"The spread of Magnetic Field Power might be progress for the present day, perhaps even a milestone dividing history into before and after. But from a broader perspective encompassing every era, it can only be called the beginning of despair."
"I see... Mm!"
Misaki Shokuhou's eyes widened in surprise. She had intended to continue discussing the subject.
But when Roland's hand slid naturally downward again, her body still trembled.
"Even if you weren't satisfied earlier, isn't this a little too