In her own Fisk Tower, there was naturally no need for those disguises anymore.
By now, Makima had already removed her eyepatch and colored contacts, not only restoring her usual appearance but even... changing her outfit.
It seemed that Tony's earlier look had given her some strange inspiration.
At this moment, Makima was actually wearing a slim-fit red velvet Santa Claus suit!
The white fur trim complemented her long red hair, giving her an inexplicable sense of...
Cuteness?
If the people from the Chainsaw Man Plane knew that Su Modie actually found Makima cute, they would definitely think she had gone mad.
What was even more ridiculous...
Was that for the sake of authenticity, she had actually stuck a comical white mustache on her stunning face!
Santa Claus Makima
"Pfft—"
Su Modie couldn't help but chuckle.
Was this still the Control Devil that struck fear into the hearts of the United States and the Soviet Union?
Why did it feel like she'd been led astray by Tony's Goofball Field?
Makima didn't feel like anything was wrong at all.
Dragging a huge gift bag in one hand, she walked in with elegant steps, just like a real Santa Claus.
She first walked up to Su Modie and bowed slightly, a hint of a smile in her golden ringed eyes:
"Master, I'm back."
"Welcome back, Makima." Su Modie suppressed a laugh and reached out to straighten the crooked fake mustache for her. "This outfit suits you... really."
"Thank you for the compliment."
Makima straightened up, then looked at the other avatars in the room and patted the giant bag:
"I brought gifts for everyone."
With that, she began distributing the gifts one by one.
Perona, Lux, and the others all accepted their gifts. Even Reze didn't want to spoil the mood today; she took the gifts from Makima and Tony and gave a casual thanks.
Even Yone had a gift. She accepted it, somewhat overwhelmed by the favor: "Eh? There's one for me too? You... you must be Ms. Makima, right? Th-thank you!"
Finally, Makima walked to the kitchen door.
She took an exquisite gift box from the bag and handed it to Unohana Retsu, who was currently drying her hands.
The air seemed to freeze for a second at that moment.
Their gazes met in mid-air.
It was worth mentioning that this was actually the first formal meeting between these two top-tier avatars.
After all, Unohana Retsu had only been summoned by Su Modie after Makima had checked into the hospital for her plan.
Although they had known of each other's existence for a long time, this was their first time meeting face-to-face.
"Nice to meet you."
Unohana Retsu narrowed her eyes and wore that extremely gentle smile, taking the gift box with both hands: "Thank you for the gift, Miss Makima. I appreciate the thought."
"You're welcome."
Makima returned a professional smile. Though her face with the fake mustache looked comical, her aura was not lacking in the slightest:
"Since we both serve Master, I look forward to working with you from now on."
Both of their smiles were flawlessly perfect, and their tones were so polite that no fault could be found.
But for some reason...
Su Modie, Reze, and the others standing nearby felt as if they saw two invisible auras clashing and sending sparks flying in that instant.
...
Not long after, as the final dish was served, Su Modie's first family Christmas dinner since transmigrating finally officially began.
The long dining table was laden with a feast: turkey, roast meat, and a wide array of desserts.
As the head of the household, Su Modie was seated at the central seat of honor, surrounded like a star by the moon.
Fortunately, no one was eating fish...
Otherwise, Su Modie feared she would have been heckled into having the fish head pointed right at her...
However, even without the fish, this seat had become the center of a battlefield.
"My Lord, your frame is too thin; you need to supplement more protein."
Sitting on the left, Unohana Retsu narrowed her eyes and picked up a piece of meat, placing it in Su Modie's bowl.
"Since it's a holiday, it's better to eat something sweet. It can make one's mood more pleasant."
Makima, on the right, was not to be outdone. Her golden ringed eyes curved slightly as she cut a small piece of cake and placed it into the already crowded bowl.
"This is also good."
"Eat more vegetables."
"This is good for your health."
The two seemed to be engaged in some silent contest, back and forth. Soon, the rice bowl in front of Su Modie was piled into a precarious little mountain.
"Ugh..."
Looking at that "mountain of food," Su Modie wanted to cry but had no tears. She could only bury her head and eat, experiencing both pain and joy.
At the other end of the table, the two carefree youngsters, Perona and Lux, didn't care about the undercurrents among the adults. They were sweeping through the desserts and fried chicken like a whirlwind, their mouths oily and their cheeks bulging, looking just like two happy little hamsters.
In the very far corner of the dining table.
Annie Leonhart was silently cutting her steak alone.
There seemed to be a natural isolation wall around her.
Although she was sitting at a lively table, she seemed out of place. Her unsociable and cold aura made people afraid to approach.
Kotetsu Isane, sitting next to her, was a bit at a loss.
This introverted and somewhat timid tall God of Death saw her own Captain serving food to their Lord and felt that she should also do something to blend into the group.
So, she swallowed hard and tremblingly extended her chopsticks, picked up a piece of broccoli, and carefully placed it onto Annie's plate.
"Th-that... Annie-san, please have some vegetables..."
Isane's voice was as quiet as a mosquito's buzz, and she was incredibly nervous.
Annie's hand cutting the steak paused.
She slowly raised her head, her blue eyes, which looked like those of a dead fish, coldly scanning Isane.
"..."
In that instant, Isane was so scared she almost dropped her chopsticks, shrinking her neck in a shiver.
However, just as Isane thought she was going to be rejected or even hit...
Annie withdrew her gaze, put the broccoli into her mouth, chewed twice, and then lowly uttered two words:
"Thanks."
"Phew..."
Isane immediately breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling as if she had just escaped death on the battlefield. A simple smile appeared on her face.
Just then.
"Modie-chan~ are you thirsty?"
Reze leaned in with a smile, holding a glass of freshly squeezed juice, and handed it to Su Modie's lips without a word: "Here, have a drink to cleanse your palate."
"Oh, thanks, Reze."
Su Modie, who was choking on the meat, didn't think much of it and took a large gulp.
It was sweet and sour, with a very rich flavor.
"Is this... pineapple juice?"
Su Modie licked her lips, somewhat surprised.
"Yeah, how does it taste?"
Reze rested her chin on one hand, a certain meaningful light flashing in her turquoise eyes.
Her lecherous gaze swept up and down Su Modie's body, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Su Modie felt an inexplicable chill down her spine and her heart began to race.
This woman... what on earth is she trying to do?!
Yes, we have a child
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