Great, we're doomed now!

The melancholy sunflower finally couldn't take it anymore. Its sallow face contorted in agony, and tears and snot streamed down its head.

"No... just ask me what you want me to say! Even if you're interrogating me for information, there should be a topic!"

"Ok?"

Tornado Hand paused—

The sunflower breathed a sigh of relief.

— Another leaf was plucked.

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh!" Caught off guard, the sunflower's blood vessels sprayed out like a burst high-pressure water gun.

"Who said I wanted intelligence?"

Tornado frowned: "I was just having some fun."

"..."

"You have a problem with that?"

"please!"

The sunflower suddenly began to struggle violently, its voice hoarse and shrill.

"Kill me! Or lock me up! I'll put me anywhere! I'd even accept being locked up with sexy prisoners!"

I'd rather be locked up in jail than stay by your side any longer!

"what?"

Tornado stopped what it was doing, looked up at it, and the stalk of the melancholy sunflower suddenly stiffened, its roots involuntarily curling up.

"what do you mean……"

Tornado's voice wasn't loud, but it made the surrounding air freeze: "I'm not even as good as Sexy Prisoner?"

"what?"

"Is it really that unbearable to be around me? My charm is even less than that of a ladyboy?"

The melancholy sunflower was stunned. Its limited brain capacity worked at lightning speed, trying to understand the logic behind the sentence... but in the end, it failed.

All it knew was that the petite woman in front of it was now exuding a pressure that was more than ten times stronger than when she was plucking flower petals!

What exactly did I do to offend her?

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant!"

First of all, apologize!

It quickly forced a smile and tried to put on a fawning expression: "Lady Tornado is naturally an invincible beauty. In all my years, I have never seen such a beautiful human woman!"

"Oh?"

Tornado stared at it for two seconds: "Then tell me, what are my charm points?"

Melancholy Sunflower: "..."

It opened its mouth and then closed it again, remaining silent for three seconds.

In those three seconds, Tornado twitched her finger—

"Eee ...

The stalk of the melancholy sunflower twisted violently, as if someone had grabbed both ends and twisted it hard. Its roots flew through the air in an arc, making a series of crackling sounds as the fibers snapped.

Dark red sap gushed from the crack, spilling onto the pile of petals below with a chilling, dripping sound...

"I've got it!"

The melancholy sunflower was still alive despite all this; although its screams were incredibly shrill, it could still speak.

"Power! Power is aesthetics! The invincible Tornado is undoubtedly the most beautiful woman!"

Tornado stopped moving, tilted her head, and seemed to be seriously considering the rationality of the answer... After a while, she slightly relaxed her psychic power, and the Melancholy Sunflower immediately slumped down as if its bones had been removed.

Its distorted posture, if it was previously in the style of Van Gogh, is now approaching that of Picasso in his later years.

On the other hand, Tornado's expression was brighter than before, probably because she had absolute confidence in her strength and beauty.

After a moment of silence, she spoke again, this time in a much lower voice, as if talking to herself.

But the melancholy sunflower listened intently, afraid of accidentally angering this great demon king again.

“I met someone…that person is awful,” Tornado said, then unconsciously plucked a petal from her petal.

"Well!!!"

"He speaks in a pretentious manner, and his face always has that self-righteous expression, as if he can see through everything... Every time I see him, I want to trample him under my feet!"

But……"

She paused for a moment: "I don't know why, but lately I keep thinking about him, and I get angry easily. If I don't see him for a while, I feel uneasy... I must be cursed by something."

"Isn't this..."

"When I actually met him in person, I couldn't be honest and get close to him. Seeing him being close to others made me feel uncomfortable."

This is really strange, isn't it?

You want to talk to a monster who's not human about this kind of girlish stuff?

The sunflower was on the verge of despair.

The wind blew up from below the cliff, ruffling her green hair, and Tornado showed a rare look of disappointment.

As the victim, the melancholy sunflower remained silent for a long time. It did not understand human emotions at all... but at this moment, a profound feeling that was completely incongruous with its identity emerged in its eyes, which were sunken in the center of the flower head.

To survive, it pretends to know even when it doesn't!

Life is short, fall in love, young lady!

Tornado's hand trembled, her eyes widening in surprise: "What did you say?"

"I'm telling you, you're in love."

Melancholy Sunflower spoke with the certainty of someone who'd been there: "It's obvious you're completely infatuated with that man. You may not realize it yourself, but your body is telling the truth, and all the symptoms match up."

"……impossible."

Tornado's face flushed red. She opened her mouth to retort, but found herself unable to utter a single word.

Seeing her reaction, the melancholy sunflower's flower head swayed slightly, as if sighing—but in reality, it was secretly overjoyed.

There's a chance!

“Don’t deny it,” it said before the tornado could react in anger. “I have a way to solve your problem.”

The tornado paused, and its surging psychic power immediately stopped.

"any solution?"

The melancholy sunflower took a deep breath, as if organizing her thoughts: "For now, put aside your excessive pride and try to reach out to and understand the other person."

After sufficient contact, calmly reflect on the relationship. Then you'll be able to determine whether your actions were impulsive or genuine emotional investment.

"Give up your pride?"

Tornado frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with the answer.

Upon seeing this expression, Sunflower immediately changed her tune—

"Of course, that's what mortals do. A powerful person like you doesn't need to go through all that trouble. You can just snatch them directly."

"Rob?"

"Lady Tornado is invincible! No one can withstand your power, you're amazing!"

Sunflower said, "It will definitely succeed, I guarantee it with my life!"

"That's what they say... but do I really have to do it?"

First of all, Tornado isn't sure if she really likes him... and even if she does, it would be difficult to get her to admit it.

Secondly, and most importantly:

"That would hurt my sister's feelings."

younger sister?

Himawari blinked, recalling information about Tatsumaki in her mind. Her sister should be Hellfire Blizzard... Wait a minute!

Did the two sisters fall for the same person?

Ugh? !

Sunflower didn't immediately feel the joy of watching the drama unfold; instead, a sense of foreboding arose within her.

"Well, anyway, thank you. I feel much better now."

Tornado waved her hand and smiled slightly: "I will give your suggestion a good consideration."

"...Um, you're welcome."

Sunflower asked tremblingly, "Speaking of which, now that I know about my sister's secret... you won't kill me, will you?"

Tornado smiled without saying a word.

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"No way?"

Snapped!

Blood splattered everywhere as the twisted plant tissue exploded, but not a single drop landed on the tornado.

"Of course I won't kill you... I never intended for you to live anyway."

"Well!"

Tornado stood up, stretched lazily, and felt much more relaxed.

It's true that other people's misfortunes can lessen one's own depression... Maybe I should find a few weirdos to confide in!

With a thought, her petite figure transformed into a green shooting star, streaking across the sky, disappearing without a trace.

Volume 11: To the Day of Destiny: Chapter 496: The True Emperor's Engine (Bonus Chapter, Three-in-One)