They were in utter disbelief.
They had spent more than a decade in the White-Red Empire,
and while they considered themselves quite familiar with the language and had no trouble with daily conversation,
when it came to the finer points of pronunciation and vocabulary,
they inevitably gave themselves away. There were always a few words they stumbled over, sounding awkward and unnatural.
But the young woman before them—with her gorgeous, captivating face and graceful figure—
spoke the language of the White-Red Empire
as if she were a native who had grown up in the back alleys of Chiyoda City. Her fluency was astonishing.
"I get the feeling you're up to no good."
Yumizakura tilted her head slightly, the corners of her lips curling into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
Her gaze, however, was as sharp as winter stars as it swept over the young men. "You call it taking us out shopping,
but you're really just plotting something shady, aren't you?
