Tokyo: After years of stagnation, the heiress of the yakuza arrives.

The third floor of the cafeteria.

Kuroba Shido leaned over the order window, his eyes practically pressed against the glass.

Inside the window.

A steak grilled to a charred perfection.

Exquisitely presented fried shrimp.

Steaming hot stewed meat.

There are also all sorts of beautiful dishes that you wouldn't expect a poor person to know.

Dazzling.

Radiant with light.

It was as if the gates of heaven were slowly opening for Shido Kuroba at that moment.

Shido Kuroba swallowed hard.

"Your Excellency, Minister."

"Um."

"Is this what life is like for the rich?"

Kiyoshi Miyazaki stood to the side, his gaze calm.

"It's just the cafeteria."

Kuroba Shido didn't turn around; he remained lying there, his eyes shining frighteningly.

"You don't understand."

"This is not the cafeteria."

"This is a dream."

The food at Kamikawa University is actually quite good.

Even a poor guy like Shido Kuroba has a special package of treatment for ordinary people from the school.

With the school subsidy, meals were practically free.

Of course, the variety is much smaller.

But for Shido Kuroba, it was already very good.

He usually eats a big meal at noon.

I'll have another big meal this afternoon.

That way, you won't be too hungry when you get home at night.

Then on the way back, I stopped by a convenience store and bought two discounted rice balls.

Delicious.

The day has come to a successful end.

This is the wisdom of a poor person.

But things are different now.

What's in front of him now is not a budget-friendly meal.

It's the club meal on the third floor.

It is the ultimate evolution of the budget-friendly meal plan.

It's something that even discounted rice balls wouldn't dare to mess with.

Kuroba Shido felt as if his soul had been cleansed.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi watched him hunched over the window, looking utterly pathetic, and remained silent for a moment.

"Kuroba-kun."

"Um?"

"Tone it down a bit."

"Reporting to the Minister, we have done our best to conceal it!" Kuroba Shido kept drooling, his eyes shining as he looked at the shop window in front of him.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."

She stopped her pointless conversation with Kuroba Shido and ordered two dishes.

After ordering, she looked at Kuroba Shido.

"What would you like to eat? Order whatever you like."

Kuroba Shido slowly turned his head.

"real?"

"Um."

"Whatever you like?"

"Um."

"You are welcome?"

"Need not."

As soon as Miyazaki Kiyoshi finished speaking, Kuroba Shido's eyes instantly cleared.

It's as clear-headed as a downtrodden office worker whose spine has just been broken by capitalism, only to suddenly discover that the boss is actually his biological father.

"Aunt."

Kuroba Shido pointed to the window.

"This one, this one, this one, and this one."

The auntie at the window smiled and nodded.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi hadn't paid any attention to it at first.

Until Shido Kuroba's finger slid from left to right.

"One of all of these, please."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."

Aunt:"……"

Kuroba Shido thought for a moment, then added, "I'd like rice and soup too. Can I have more?"

The aunt looked at Miyazaki Kiyoshi.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi remained silent for a moment.

"Give it to him."

soon.

The two sat down.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi stared at the mountain of plates piled high in front of him and fell silent.

Kuroba Shido sat opposite him, his hands clasped together, his expression solemn.

"I'm going to start eating."

then.

He moved.

The chopsticks moved so fast they were like afterimages.

Just moments ago, the boy was limping, looking like he was about to die, but when faced with food, he unleashed a terrifying vitality that was beyond human comprehension.

Miyazaki looked at him quietly.

A question, unusually, popped into my mind.

Is Shido Kuroba really human?

Is this a normal human being able to consume such a quantity?

Or is it that the stomach structure of aliens is different from that of ordinary people?

Shido Kuroba looked up.

"Minister, why aren't you eating?"

"I'm observing."

"Observe what?"

"you."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

He quietly pulled the plate in front of him a little closer.

"Minister, whatever conclusions you draw, these are already mine."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."

Nobody's going to steal it from you.

"That's good."

Kuroba Shido breathed a sigh of relief and continued eating.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi picked up a piece of food, his movements slow and deliberate.

She eats very quietly.

Kuroba Shido ate quietly.

That is, if you ignore the speed at which he practically emptied the plate into a blur.

There weren't many people on the third floor.

There were only a few scattered tables.

Most of the students who can get into this school have some connections.

They saw Miyazaki Kiyoshi and Kuroba Shido sitting together, and their eyes inevitably turned towards them.

But no one dared to discuss it openly.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi automatically ignored those gazes.

Kuroba Shido also ignored it.

All he cares about now is food.

What future son-in-law of the Shinto family?

What future son-in-law of the Miyazaki family?

What a fierce battle!

When it comes to food, everything else is insignificant.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi put down his chopsticks.

"Kuroba-kun."

"Um?"

Kuroba Shido's mouth was still stuffed with something, so his voice was somewhat muffled.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi placed the phone in front of him.

On the screen are posts from the campus forum.

And then there are those outrageous guesses that are almost breaking the school's ceiling.

Kuroba Shido glanced at it.

[The future son-in-law of the Jingu family.]

[The future son-in-law of the Miyazaki family.]

[A fierce battle between dragons and tigers.]

Who will ultimately marry the gigolo?

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi spoke calmly.

"If some guy who only knows how to fly into a rage finds out, he'll most likely kill you..."

Shido Kuroba blinked.

Then he lowered his head and swallowed the meat in his mouth.

"Minister, don't be afraid."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked at him.

"Do you have a solution?"

"have."

Kuroba Shido nodded.

His tone was very confident.

So confident that even Miyazaki Kiyoshi narrowed his eyes slightly.

She tried to read Kuroba Shido's current thoughts.

next second.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki heard it.

This stewed meat is delicious.

This shrimp is delicious too.

That looks good too, but did I only order one? That was a mistake; I should have ordered two.

[Why didn't anyone tell me about this great spot on the third floor sooner?]

[Long live the Minister! If I could eat like this every day, even if I was treated like an idiot, verbally attacked and humiliated daily, and kicked every now and then with a look of disdain... I wouldn't mind!]

No, I can't be too obvious, or she won't bring me next time.

[Some incompetent, furious guy? Which incompetent, furious guy? Could it be some vicious old woman...?]

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."

She was silent.

It turns out that the so-called "having a solution" was simply a complete lack of thought.

This alien's brain is now completely occupied by food.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki picked up his chopsticks again.

"never mind."

Shido Kuroba looked up.

"What did you just say, Minister?"

"It's nothing."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi spoke calmly.

"Eat your food."

Kuroba Shido's eyes softened instantly.

"Minister, you are such a good person."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."

She decided not to speak to Shido Kuroba, who was eating.

It can easily reduce one's thinking efficiency.

Time passed little by little.

The hill in front of Shido Kuroba is visibly descending.

Scattered glances from the third floor occasionally swept over.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi continued to ignore it.

Then, from the stairwell came the sound of light footsteps.

It's very light.

But it's very stable.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi paused slightly in his hand holding the chopsticks.

Kuroba Shido was still engrossed in fighting a fried shrimp, completely unaware of what was happening.

next second.

Onodera Zannen came up from downstairs.

She stood at the entrance on the third floor, her gaze calmly falling on the two of them.

The third floor was never particularly lively to begin with.

Most of the students who can sit here to eat are used to maintaining a respectable appearance and won't make a fuss like they do on the first floor.

But the moment Onodera's echo appeared, the surroundings became noticeably quiet for a moment.

"That's... Onodera-senpai?"

"The archery club president, the student council president?"

"Why is she up here too?"

"I heard that the Onodera family has a lot of influence in the Kansai region, they're called something like the Kansai Kings... They're no weaker than the Jingu family or the Miyazaki family, they just keep a low profile."

"Yeah, Onodera-senpai is a really nice person. She's never put on airs, so a lot of people almost forget that her family isn't exactly ordinary either."

"What's going on today? The rumors about the Jingu and Miyazaki families haven't died down yet, and now Onodera-senpai has shown up too?"

The murmurs were very soft.

But it was enough to make the atmosphere on the third floor more subtle.

Onodera Zannen ignored those gazes.

She simply walked forward quietly.

step.

Two steps.

Then, the hushed sounds around them suddenly stopped for a moment.

Because everyone noticed that Onodera Zannen walked in the direction of an empty space.

It was the location where Kiyoshi Miyazaki and Shido Kuroba were.

"etc……"

"Did she head towards Kuroba Shido's direction?"

"No way? She knows Kuroba Shido too?"

"What's going on?"

Miyazaki Kiyoshi paused for a moment while holding the chopsticks.

She sensed something was wrong.

It wasn't because of what those people were saying, but because the voices of those around us were all shifting in the same direction at the same time.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi slowly turned his head to the side.

next second.

Her gaze met that of Onodera Zanne, who was walking towards them.

A quiet and still atmosphere.

A gentle smile.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Only Shido Kuroba was still looking down, earnestly struggling with the last piece of fried shrimp in front of him...