Yuzuki was half-lying down, and Makima bent down.
Their faces were no more than thirty centimeters apart.
Her words, the reasoning she provided, almost made Yuzuki believe that he was truly a Devil; otherwise, he would feel embarrassed.
But what wasn't there, simply wasn't there.
Yuzuki shook his head, disagreeing: "Even if half of what you say is true, and it sounds like a Devil, I am not a Devil. I cannot transform, and no Devil will be born after I die."
One characteristic of a Devil is that it is conceptual; after death, the concept is inherited by the next being.
Unless eaten by a Chainsaw Devil, a Devil does not disappear.
Yuzuki looked at Makima, who seemed uncertain, then helplessly spread his hands.
"If you insist on believing that, fine, I don't care, because what you say does align with the facts."
Indeed, the food he made did have a kind of "magic."
This was an undeniable fact that only he possessed.
Yuzuki also had no intention of stubbornly denying it.
Whether it was true or not, if it was found out, then it was found out.
But did what the other party knew necessarily represent the whole truth?
Seeing Yuzuki's "indirect confession," Makima straightened up, walked to the nearest chair, sat down, and began to speak with Yuzuki.
"My name is Makima, and what is your name?"
"Shigure Yuzuki."
Makima stared at the coffee in Yuzuki's hand.
Yuzuki understood and poured a cup for her.
Then he smiled: "You know I am the Gourmet Devil, and you still want to taste it?"
Makima took a sip: "As long as it's good."
Feeling its deliciousness, even Makima felt a bit tipsy and sensed the lingering taste.
It was very good.
Better than all the drinks she had ever tasted before.
Makima suddenly wondered, could this be the other party's ability?
To make delicious food?
If so, this Devil... was too good?
Somehow, she naturally connected it to the incident in the adjacent alley.
After all, it was very close, and he had such an ability.
"Yuzuki-kun, did you hear the commotion last night?" Makima suddenly asked.
Yuzuki was surprised to hear that question.
Especially based on the form of her address.
Usually, for someone you didn't know, the polite suffix is: -san.
You only use 'Jun' for people you are very familiar with.
This character even has a sense of intimacy between men and women.
However, considering that wicked woman's personality, Yuzuki felt relieved; this woman might be trying to flirt with him.
"I heard it." Yuzuki nodded.
"Did you see it?" Makima continued to stare at Yuzuki.
"I saw it from the yard, but I didn't get closer."
"What do you think?"
"I was worried they would come into my yard and destroy my house."
"House? Yuzuki-kun, the Devil, now has a house here."
"Don't you?"
"It's just a residence."
"Alright."
"What if the other party wanted to enter your house last night?"
"Then I would definitely try to stop them."
"Does Yuzuki-kun have such power?"
"A bit?"
The two of them sipped coffee while chatting.
Whatever Makima asked, Yuzuki answered casually.
He treated it like an interview, relaxed.
There was no need to deliberately hide his abilities; when the time came, it would come. He couldn't hide it his whole life.
But as they chatted...
Makima seemed increasingly curious about Yuzuki.
She tilted her head, preparing to ask some deeper questions.
However, Yuzuki's peripheral vision caught sight of Kirishima Touka arriving at the door.
So he stood up and approached to ask, "Are you leaving?"
"Yes." Kirishima Touka nodded, "Am I bothering you?"
"No." Yuzuki shook his head, "I'll prepare your takeout order."
After Yuzuki left.
In the restaurant.
Power had already finished eating.
She ran outside and asked Makima, "Can I come here to eat as usual?"
Makima looked at her: "That's your business."
Power cheered, looking delighted.
Hayakawa Aki looked at the menu prices.
Although the food was delicious, the prices were indeed not sky-high, but certainly much more expensive than normal food prices.
So Hayakawa Aki reminded Power.
"Your salary might not be enough to eat here every day."
"Huh?" Power looked incredulous: "Am I, your great one, going to run out of money?"
Hayakawa Aki: "?"
Do you think your salary is that high?
You also get a base salary, okay? Extra money must be earned by defeating devils.
Hayakawa Aki wanted to remind her.
However, outside, it was inappropriate to talk about things regarding the Anti-Devil Division and devils, so he let it go and decided to discuss it when they returned.
Kamishiro Rize, not far from there, watched all of this.
The more she witnessed these "strange" beings,
And all gathered at Midnight Diner.
Kamishiro Rize suddenly felt... like her food would be shared?
Yes, Kamishiro Rize felt a bit protective of her food.
It would be fine if they were all ordinary people.
But the more Ghouls that knew about this place,
Even the CCG, the Anti-Devil Division, and devils would know more in the future.
Then what?
Would she still be able to eat here in the future?
Would Yuzuki be taken away for research?
Would she have to return to her old habits of eating that meat?
Just thinking about that unpleasant and smelly meat, which had now become a normal thing for her.
Cough~
Kamishiro Rize even felt a physiological nausea and urge to vomit.
No, absolutely not!
Imagining a day when she couldn't eat this food and had to go back to eating that thick meat from before.
Kamishiro Rize's teeth suddenly clenched fiercely.
Sharing a little was her greatest acknowledgment!
If she couldn't eat it, she wouldn't mind destroying everything!
Or...
Find a way to make it exclusively hers!
...
In the kitchen.
Yuzuki immediately prepared the food for takeout.
He took it out and handed it to Kirishima Touka, also taking her money and settling her bill.
Kirishima Touka waved at the door and left.
Yuzuki pulled back his gaze, turned, and found Kamishiro Rize staring at him, which almost startled him.
Seeing her gaze, Yuzuki suspected that she might be thinking of something not so clean.
He immediately walked away, carrying a glass of iced water, and sat next to the only normal person in the shop, Kasumigaoka Utaha.
As soon as he sat down, he sighed in relief.
It felt more comfortable next to a normal person.
Kasumigaoka Utaha noticed Yuzuki coming to sit next to her to rest, a smile curling on her lips, and her words were still sharp.
"Rarely, Yuzuki-kun, why don't you chat more with that new guest?"
Even without her saying it, Yuzuki knew she was referring to Makima.
Yuzuki shook his head: "Next to you, I feel more relaxed."
Kasumigaoka Utaha was taken aback by this.
"Mmm~" Her cheeks flushed slightly.
Yuzuki saw this and smiled.
So she was a glass cannon, high attack, low defense.