In this anime crossover, who stole my module?

Upon hearing this, Kalifa's fingers tightened suddenly as she gripped the iced Americano cup.

Those purple eyes hidden behind the frameless glasses instantly became as sharp as knives.

I originally thought that with the professional skills of a CP9 agent, I could quickly create a flawless new identity for myself in this unfamiliar world.

From resume to social connections, every detail has been meticulously examined, enough to fool any conventional background check.

They have completely severed ties with the past.

The result was completely unexpected.

—Kalifa.

This is a name she has never mentioned to anyone in this world.

Yet it was stated so casually.

It's important to know that as a member of CP9, a secret intelligence agency directly under the World Government, her identity, name, and everything about her past were top-secret information in her original world, known only to other members of CP9 and a few high-ranking members of the World Government.

Now, this name is spoken so easily by people in this world.

Kalifa knew all too well what this meant.

……

"who are you?"

He realized that the other party was most likely there to cause him trouble.

Kalifa put down her coffee cup, leaned back in her chair, and her long, slender legs, encased in black stockings, were slightly parted under the table, every muscle taut, ready to strike at any moment.

Kalifa was absolutely confident that as long as the other party made any unusual moves...

She can strike the opponent's neck in a fraction of a second with the heel of her high heel, strong enough to break steel.

……

"me?"

Despite Kalifa's almost overflowing hostility, Natsume Ryo seemed oblivious.

He simply picked up the cappuccino that the waiter had just brought, gently blew away the rising steam from the rim of the glass, and his posture exuded a relaxed and casual air.

"Wasn't it Miss Kalifa who took the initiative to wait for me here?"

"..."

This evasive answer made Kalifa's expression even more complicated.

She was certain that the other person was absolutely toying with her.

However, judging from the other party's confident attitude, he probably knows him very well.

……

How did you manage to monitor me?

So Kalifa forcibly suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, stopped beating around the bush, and went straight to the point.

"Look there."

Natsume Ryo was quite composed, and even raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

"..."

sparrow?

Seeing this, Kalifa's purple eyes behind her glasses flashed with doubt. She turned her head slightly and looked up at the sky in the direction Natsume Ryo was pointing.

I saw.

The sky was clear and blue, with a few white clouds drifting lazily by.

What you can see are just a few ordinary sparrows perched on the eaves of a building not far away, tilting their heads and staring straight at you with their black bean-like eyes.

"Are they...those birds?"

Kalifa's brows furrowed even more behind her glasses.

"bingo."

“You got it right. It’s just a pity that I didn’t prepare any reward for Miss Kalifa.”

Natsume Ryo said with a smile.

This time.

After hearing Natsume Ryo's words, Kalifa finally understood why, no matter how she changed her route or used the environment to counter-surveillance, she could never shake off the feeling of being watched.

So... this is how they were spying on me!

Using birds for surveillance...

Who would have thought that these birds, so common in the city and so easily overlooked, would become each other's eyes?

In this case……

Escaping was even more impossible.

after all.

Since the other party can use birds to monitor her, it means that no matter where she escapes to...

Whether in a bustling city or a remote countryside.

Wherever birds exist, she will never be able to escape their control.

Having figured this out, Kalifa's previously tense heart, due to the unknown, surprisingly calmed down at this moment.

Since there is no way to escape, then face it head-on.

If avoidance fails, then seek the singularity that breaks the deadlock.

The only singularity, without a doubt, is this man.

If only it could be subdued in an instant...

With these thoughts in mind, Kalifa's gaze swept over Natsume Ryo without making a sound.

Neck, temples, heart...

She marked the most vulnerable and vital parts of the human body one by one.

There was a dining table in between, three meters away, which seemed like an obstacle. But with her speed, using [Shave], she could cover that distance in a fraction of a second.

The odds of winning are... very high!

however.

Just as Kalifa's long, slender legs, encased in black stockings, tensed slightly, about to burst forth like an arrow released from a bow—

A chilling killing intent suddenly swept in from all directions!

"!"

Kalifa's body stiffened abruptly, and the power that was about to erupt instantly froze.

I saw.

The café patrons around them, who were previously chatting, eating, and enjoying the afternoon light—

Almost simultaneously, they all stopped what they were doing.

then.

All eyes were fixed on her.

Moreover, judging from the aura emanating from the other party, Kalifa was certain.

If she dares to make the slightest move now, the next second she will be met with a merciless attack from all directions.

……

"Don't mind it."

"They're just overly worried that someone will be rude to me."

"..."

"So... what exactly is your purpose?"

After recognizing the insurmountable gap in strength between the two sides.

Kalifa abandoned all unrealistic fantasies.

She pushed up her frameless glasses, a habitual action that calmed her down a little.

"Purpose?"

Upon hearing this, Natsume Ryo put down his coffee cup, interlaced his fingers, rested his chin on his hand, and calmly met Kalifa's gaze.

“I’m here… just to have a word with Miss Kalifa.”

"Talk?"

Kalifa's brows furrowed even more behind her glasses as she repeated the word, leaning back slightly in her chair.

This movement made the fabric of her originally well-tailored women's suit jacket even tighter, highlighting her stunningly full curves and exuding a unique sense of power characteristic of mature women.

Especially when her long, slender legs, encased in black stockings, are elegantly crossed, she exudes an aura of a shrewd and capable female professional. We eagerly await Natsume Ryo's next move.

"..."

Personally, I usually refer to outsiders who suddenly appear in this world as "descendants".

"So, my purpose is actually very simple."

"The main purpose is to ensure that you, the arrivals with various special abilities, will not cause any major trouble due to your lack of understanding of the rules of this world."

Natsume Ryo glanced to the side meaningfully.

Kalifa followed her gaze.

I saw.

A giant screen on a commercial building.

—The broadcast features several experts discussing major news events happening in a country on the other side of the ocean.

Kalifa had been paying attention to the news that the experts were discussing.

In fact.

From the first day she came into this world.

They have been frantically gathering intelligence about this world through various channels.

The terrifying thunderstorm that occurred in Washington, D.C., was also within her focus.

I originally thought it was just a high-tech weapon with immense power in this world.

But now it seems

"Was that thunderstorm also the work of the Descendants?" Kalifa asked tentatively.

"uh-huh……"

Natsume Ryo made a nasal sound that was neither affirmative nor negative.

"However, he has settled down now."

"Behaved now?"

"Well, it is."

"But to be more precise, he is now dead."

Natsume Ryo stirred his coffee, his tone as calm as if he were stating something trivial.

"..."

The sheer amount of information contained in those words sent chills down Kalifa's spine.

"So, what do you want from me now?"

"You've come to kill me?"

Kalifa's voice involuntarily became wary.