One-way traffic

Emilia had a worried expression on her face.

"As for me, I am a half-elf, a bloodline that is discriminated against by everyone. I don't have any means to help Lady Crusch. Would Lady Crusch really be willing to form an alliance with me...?"

"Don't give me any useless speculations."

Accelerator ruthlessly shattered Emilia's current thoughts.

The number one in Academy City stared at her with utter boredom.

"That Crusch came to you seeking an alliance, that's a fact. I'm just relaying that fact to you, so don't give me any more useless speculation, understand?"

"Okay, okay..."

Accelerator's overly forceful tone immediately made Emilia back down.

However, she quickly thought of other problems.

"However, according to Rem and the others, you also seemed to have gone to see Lady Crusch. What did she say to you?"

"This is none of your business; it's a personal matter for me."

"...Is it a personal matter..."

In an instant, Emilia became somewhat depressed.

It was quite obvious that the other person's tone was somewhat downcast, their eyes also dimmed, and they seemed listless.

Accelerator looked at her in surprise.

"You're not going to start crying like that kid just because of this, are you?"

"No... I was just thinking about what happened during the day."

She began to whisper to herself.

"One of them got involved in that kind of thing because of me, right?"

"If I weren't half-elf, I wouldn't have been hated by those officials, I wouldn't have said those things, and... there wouldn't have been any need to fight those pointless battles."

"It's all my fault..."

Emilia lowered her head and spoke softly, immersing herself in an extremely gloomy atmosphere.

then.

"Are you stupid?"

“——Huh?”

Emilia was startled by the curses coming from beside her.

The first person looked at him with displeasure, clearly disagreeing with what he had just said.

But she became even more excited.

"Well, that's how it is! It's because of me that you got dragged into this!"

"If I weren't a half-elf, if I weren't silver-haired... this wouldn't have happened at all..."

Does that matter?

Accelerator's firm words completely shattered the other party's self-absorbed inferiority complex.

With an almost overwhelming tone, Accelerator clicked his tongue in displeasure.

“Listen carefully, I was never your ally from the beginning. Make my position clear. There is no relationship between us. So from the beginning, I never said those things for your sake.”

"As for whether you're a half-elf or silver-haired, that's none of my business. But you don't think you're the only one in the world with white hair, do you? Or do you think all the old men in the world should be in their coffins? Don't make me laugh."

"What I'm supposed to say will never change. Even without you, I would still say those words. It's like how apples will always be red and green, or how one plus one will always equal two—it's such a boring thing."

“But, but!”

Emilia raised her head, her eyes already trembling slightly.

"Because of this, you've even become a target of those officials—"

"I don't care who they are! Who the hell do they think they are?!"

Accelerator cursed angrily.

"Listen to me, I don't care what you think. If you always think that all this boring bullshit happened because of you, that's fine. But—don't distort other people's thoughts."

"Whether you are here or not, I will always do those things. What I have been doing from the beginning will not change. Anyone I target will not have a good ending."

“Unlike a kind person like you, I’m a complete bastard.”

He ignored Emilia, who was stunned by his words.

What choices she makes next, and what kind of feelings she considers—all of these are matters of her own decision.

Just as he said before, this is Emilia's life, and it's up to her to make the decisions.

Accelerator left the living room and went straight out into the hallway.

"...This is ridiculous."

Upon returning to the spacious restaurant, the first person to sit down at a table on one side was displeased.

That girl named Emilia, no matter how you look at her, is just an incredibly kind-hearted young lady.

Such a person, forcibly dragged into this royal selection, will inevitably only suffer losses.

She couldn't even handle the darkness in people's hearts at this level. If she were thrown into the dark side that Accelerator experienced in the past, she probably would have suffered a mental breakdown and be beyond saving in less than a day.

This level of darkness is not even a real dark side. Accelerator knows the wickedness of people's hearts like the back of his hand. After experiencing the darkness of Academy City, which is hundreds of billions of times greater than that of modern society, the clashes between the top leaders of those countries are just child's play, ridiculously laughable.

As the king of fear who reigns supreme over all the dark sides of society, Accelerator knows this all too well.

Emilia couldn't even bear this level of sarcasm; she clearly wasn't suited to stay in a place like this.

"I have absolutely no idea why that kind-hearted young lady would participate in the royal selection."

Accelerator shook his head and casually sat down on a chair to the side.

However, he soon noticed something strange.

A wonderful fragrance wafted from all around.

"This is…?"

He looked behind him with some confusion, and at the same moment, the restaurant door was opened.

"Um, that...!"

A familiar figure walked in: Hatsune Miku.

But, how to say it.

Her current outfits are somewhat unique.

—It was a maid outfit with an apron.

If other people in the original world were to see this scene, it would surely cause unimaginable riots.

"What kind of act are you putting on?"

Accelerator looked surprised and spoke to the girl in front of him with a puzzled tone.

"Besides, didn't we already have dinner? What are we planning to cook now?"

"Well, in that case, it's just..."

Hatsune Miku was completely unable to continue speaking.

This is a maid outfit, and it even has an apron around the front and exposes the armpits.

This is absolutely the winning outfit.

Hatsune Miku never imagined she would wear such an outfit, let alone show it to others.

This outfit was carefully selected by Rem from among the clothes she owned.

"Please be sure to follow Rem's instructions, Hatsune-sama."

Recalling the situation at the time, Rem seemed to have said something like this.

"Hatsune-sama has now learned how to cook to suit Accelerator's taste, but that's not enough."

"No, what do you mean by 'not enough'?"

"It means exactly what it says, but that's not enough to win over the man you want to conquer."

Regardless of whether Accelerator is male or female, it's already unimaginable for Hatsune Miku to wear this outfit.

"According to Rem, the best route to conquer Hatsune Miku is to go to Accelerator's room when he's alone after dinner, when it's quiet at night, after making the dish, and then personally feed him the food she made. After that, lock the door from the inside, and then start untying the straps on his back—"

"Stop saying such weird things!!!"

Thinking of this, Hatsune Miku's cheeks turned completely red.

Before I knew it, the door had been closed.

"What's going on? You idiot, young lady? Or are you having a relapse because you forgot your medication?"

"I, I'm fine—"

He can't even speak properly anymore.

All Hatsune Miku can do now is simply place a plate full of food in front of Accelerator's table; she can't do anything else.

Once she recalled the so-called tactical steps Rem had told her before, she didn't dare to continue at all.

I could only say it subconsciously.

"Does this outfit look good on you today?"

"Huh? What nonsense are you spouting? Are you out of your mind?"

It's almost like asking how the weather is today.

Rem, who was observing from behind the door, couldn't help but twitch her lips and sigh helplessly.

"Hatsune Miku, the task ahead is arduous and the road is long..."

If they can't even continue speaking, let alone get into the actual combat of the plan.

Honestly, it's rare for Rem to be in such a good mood; she even picked out the final outfit for Hatsune Miku—

suddenly.

A sharp pain struck Rem in an instant.

"—Guwaaaa?!"

The girl's pupils contracted, and she instantly collapsed to the ground.

The two people in the room immediately noticed something was wrong.

"What, what's wrong?"

Hatsune Miku, still shy, remained the same, while Accelerator frowned.

Something is not right.

He stood up abruptly, ignoring Hatsune Miku who seemed to have gone mad beside him, and flung open the door.

Rem, lying on the ground clutching her chest, immediately came into view.

"Rem!"

Hatsune Miku was completely oblivious to everything else and immediately realized that something was wrong.

She was shocked and came to her side with Accelerator, helping her up.

Are you alright, Rem?

"Rem, Rem is alright, but..."

Although Rem had no injuries, her expression was still very bad.

No.

That expression of pain wasn't caused by actual pain.

"Onee-sama...it's a message from Onee-sama to Rem!"

"Huh? Is it...is it Ram?!"