I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

As expected, it was empty.

She continued to look back and said, "I am more concerned about Miss Curacao than this. She ran back to her room and never came out again. Is she really okay?"

“I’m asking you…”

Serabelle wordlessly typed a string of ellipsis.

Logically speaking, he had already told me that it was almost time to end, but I refused to listen, and then I was caught.

But it shouldn't be a big problem. He was caught by Curacao with Vermouth before, so wasn't everything normal when he went to see her yesterday?

Maybe I'm already... used to it?

"Well, I think it shouldn't be a big problem."

Miyano Elena quickly became optimistic again, laughing and giving a thumbs up.

"Okay, Bell, drive slowly on the way back, be safe and have a safe trip~"

"Ah."

After leaving the front yard of the villa and returning to the car, Serabelle had just put down her cell phone and started the car when a call rang without warning.

Looking at the caller ID, Serabelle couldn't help but be a little surprised. It was actually Vermouth calling.

Although he did originally plan to contact Vermouth to discuss the all-age recognition system.

But I didn't expect that Vermouth would call me on her own initiative.

That means——

A possibility flashed through her mind in an instant, and Serabelle picked up the phone and answered it.

"it's me."

"Ah……"

No one spoke at first, and a very light sigh came from the other end of the phone.

Then Vermouth's signature mature and slightly provocative voice sounded, but this time there was a hint of barely perceptible fatigue in her voice.

"This is your last chance to withdraw your promise to me."

"..."

There was a brief silence, and Serabelle chose to answer a question that was not asked.

"Where are you now? Still in the hotel?"

"……Um."

"Then I'll be right over."

After saying the last sentence, Serabelle hung up the phone and switched the navigation destination to the hotel.

……

Because it was the evening rush hour after work, although it had not yet reached the peak of the peak, it still extended Serabelle's time on the road by a full ten minutes.

Half an hour later, with a crisp ding sound throughout the top floor suite of the hotel, Serabelle, who had arrived all the way exhausted, strode out of the elevator.

In the living room, Vermouth was still sitting on the sofa.

Unlike her usual leisurely appearance, she didn't even drink red wine today. She simply sat on the sofa, leaning her upper body back with her arms resting on the backrest, staring up at the dome above with a frown on her face.

Noticing the boy's arrival, Vermouth immediately came to her senses, stood up, and without saying anything, just went up to him and hugged him.

“…You’re here after all.”

I don't know whether to say that I was happy or relieved. The Thousand-Faced Witch, who has always had strong emotional management skills, just felt the corners of her mouth involuntarily rise slightly.

Serabelle patted her back gently, then picked her up and sat her down on the sofa.

"So, is it still about that Binga thing I mentioned before?"

"Ah."

This time, Vermouth did not hide anything and nodded slightly in a straightforward manner.

"You should have seen it in the news, about the invasion of Interpol headquarters."

"I know, but didn't the news only say that there was an invasion? Didn't it say that the murderer had been found?"

Serabelle was a little confused.

After all, if he remembered correctly, Vermouth accidentally muttered "Binga made a mistake" while on the phone last night, and this afternoon in the car, Curacao did mention that the invasion of the Interpol headquarters was caused by Binga.

So it seems like the operation should go smoothly, right?

Unless... that Binga simply ran away and didn't get the stuff?

That shouldn't be the case. If that were the case, Vermouth shouldn't be so distressed.

As if seeing through Serabelle's inner thoughts, Vermouth held the boy's cheeks with both hands and smiled with a hint of doting.

"That's not the case. Binga did get the system, but it was just that system."

? ?

What do you mean by just that system?

Serabelle continued to wonder.

And Vermouth quickly gave the answer.

"He only has the system, but he doesn't know the password to start it."

"..."

What a pity.

Serabelle complained subconsciously in her heart, and Vermouth continued.

"There is only one person in the world who knows the password, and that person is Naomi Argent, the developer of the all-age recognition system. The organization has given me the task of kidnapping her and interrogating her to find out the password to activate the system."

"And this Naomi Argent's current location is in a facility called Pacific Buoy."

"It sounds like some large secret base in the deep sea," said Serabelle.

"It is indeed a large deep-sea base, and it is owned by Interpol, but it is not secret."

Vermouth shook her head.

"Although the exact location is not public on civilian satellite maps, it is not difficult to find it."

"So the only difficulty lies in how to sneak in." Serabelle understood.

"And how to reasonably prevent the password from falling into Binga's hands," added Vermouth.

"So what exactly do you want me to do?"

Serabelle asked bluntly.

But Vermouth just shook her head slowly.

"That's it... I, I haven't thought about it yet. I need a few more days to think about it."

"Well, let's leave this for later. It won't be something that can be figured out in a short time anyway."

Quickly adjusting her mentality, Vermouth released her hands that were holding the boy's cheeks and gently squeezed them, revealing a hint of a smile.

"Compared to this, let's talk about something happy."

"Happy things?"

"Well, since you are willing to help me so much, Bell, I will have to reward you after this matter is over. Tell me if there is any place you want to go. I can take you on a trip, all expenses covered~"

"Travel? That's fine..."

Serabelle thought for a while but couldn't think of a good place to go.

"It doesn't matter. I'm fine with anything. What do you recommend?"

"As for me... well, I'm not like Yukiko who likes those particularly primitive places."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he dissed the God Island that Serabelle and her friends had just visited a few days ago. Vermouth nodded and thought about it seriously.

"By the way, how about going to Singapore?"

Chapter 703 Mary: With Vermouth? I don't agree!

"No! Absolutely not!"

The scene switches to Sera's house. In the living room, Akai Mari is sitting on the sofa with a sullen look on her face, her arms folded across her chest and her brows furrowed.

Serabelle was standing aside, with a rare look of helplessness on her usually expressionless face.

Because the situation was rather urgent, he didn't even stay at Vermouth's place for dinner or anything like that. After getting the news, he rushed back immediately to talk to Akai Mary about working with Vermouth to dive into the Pacific buoy.

And then...it became like this.

Headache~

Shrugging helplessly in her heart, Serabelle turned her head and looked out through the balcony on the south side of the living room. The sky outside had almost darkened.

The aroma of delicious food filled the living room. At this time of day, it would be time for dinner.

Dinner was already prepared on the table, and the cutlery was all in place, so all that was left was for everyone to gather and start eating.

The girl with tiger teeth, who is always the best eater, had already come to the table and sat down early, but because of the two people who were quarreling beside the sofa, she couldn't eat for a long time and could only sit there awkwardly.

For a moment, no one spoke in the huge living room.

After about twenty seconds, Sera Masumi spoke cautiously and tentatively.

"Mom, brother...why don't we talk about this later after we calm down? Why don't we eat first?"

"Zhenchun, you eat first."

Akai Mary shook her head. She was not angry enough to lose her mind and ignore her daughter's health.

But in her current state, she couldn't sit down and eat.

"Ms. Mary..."

Serabelle sighed softly.

But before he could say anything, the British girl with her face turned away on the sofa immediately refused.

"Stop talking, no matter what you say I won't agree to you going!"

"..."

In fact, Serabelle also knew why Akai Mari's reaction was so big.

To put it bluntly, it's still a question of trust.

It’s not that I don’t believe him, but that I don’t believe Vermouth.

"First figure out what you are going to do!" Akai Mary said sternly, "You are going to kidnap someone on Interpol's territory, even in the vast Pacific Ocean. If you encounter danger or an accident in a place like that, no one will be able to help you!"

"But it's not like we haven't carried out this kind of mission before," Serabelle said calmly.

"That's because I'm the one who's on the mission with you!"

Akai Mari corrected and emphasized.

"But this time you are going with that Vermouth, the Thousand-Faced Witch, not me! If it were me, I would risk my life to save you if you were in danger, but how can you guarantee that that woman will do the same?!"

Indeed, this cannot be guaranteed for Akai Mary.

Serabelle remained silent.

Admittedly, he didn't think that Vermouth would abandon him when in danger, but feelings are just feelings after all, and he couldn't convince Akai Mary with just this.

"Yes, I admit that she does share the same interests with us on some issues, but they are just the same interests."

Seeing that Serabelle didn't say anything, Akai Mari continued talking to herself.

"But there are many people in this world who share the same interests as hers. Think about the sniper you killed when we were at the Tokyo Bay dock. Didn't he have the same interests as Vermouth? But when he died, did Vermouth do anything for him?"

Ah, no, that's because that guy is a pure bootlicker, and he didn't get anything.

He volunteered to help the goddess uninvited, but his ability was not strong enough. Not only did he fail to win the goddess' favor, he also accidentally got himself into trouble.

Serabelle muttered to herself.