Lala didn't pay attention to the meaning of Shiro's last sentence, she just thought: "Aha, I see."
"Shiro, can you help me fix those little problems?"
"No, I'm not a great inventor like you. I told you, your power is the power of technology, and mine is pure fantasy power. We're not in the same system; how could I fix it?"
"I can make one plus one equal three with a single word, but I can't explain why 1+1=3."
Lala looked a little disappointed when she heard that.
"Alright, then I'll investigate it myself."
Kasumigaoka Utaha, as an outsider, felt that the conversation between the two of them was a little absurd. Are you two serious? Especially Shiro, what does that "just changes like this when you're around" mean? Does it mean that when he's alone with her, her clothes still disappear when she uses that thing?
And listen to what you're saying! How ridiculous, 1+1=3? And the earlier words were already absurd enough.
"Shiro, what are you doing now?"
"Just helping someone solve a problem."
After hearing that, Lala turned to Kasumigaoka Utaha and then greeted energetically, although she still decided to remain curled up in Shiro's arms.
"My name is Lala, Lala Satalin Deviluke."
"Nice to meet you."
"My name is Kasumigaoka Utaha, nice to meet you."
Kasumigaoka Utaha still greeted her politely, completely without her usual sharp tongue.
Lala then got down from Shiro's arms and spoke in an energetic voice.
"Is there anything I can help with?"
Emmm.
"Not really, it'll be done soon."
"Just wait calmly on the side."
Lala heard that and obediently moved aside.
Kasumigaoka Utaha quietly watched their interaction, feeling a little surprised. This pervert, this lecher, could be described as a wanton bastard, and yet he had such a gentle moment. Was this acting? No, probably acting, or he was simply adjusting his behavior depending on the person.
Kasumigaoka Utaha felt quite annoyed at that thought. Wasn't she worthy of his privileged treatment?
Shiro then spoke into the void.
"Come here!"
No one knew what that meant, and then a few elderly men appeared in front of them, all around sixty years old.
They were all holding bowls in their hands and looked confused after appearing there.
"Empty hands."
Shiro emphasized those two words, and the bowls and chopsticks in their hands instantly disappeared, as if obeying Shiro's command; everything happened exactly as he said.
"Who are you?"
"Your Excellency, why have you brought me here?"
Although the man was confused, he quickly regained his composure. After all, he had seen many storms in life; this situation was still acceptable. The most important thing now was to understand what was happening to avoid trouble.
Shiro looked at the man and pointed at Kasumigaoka Utaha.
"Do you know this person?"
After hearing that, the man looked at her and froze. Wasn't this one of the girls he had been interested in before? Then he remembered that his spiritual disciple had just disappeared, and he thought he had encountered some transcendent being dealing with it along the way. He had planned to create a new one, since he was far away, and even if someone killed it, it wouldn't be possible to connect it to him. So he remained fairly calm, but he never expected to be directly brought here by a transcendent being on her side. This situation was difficult to resolve.
So, since he had lived a long life, he immediately gave in and knew what to do.
"Your Excellency, this time I was wrong. I didn't know she was your person. I am ready to pay the price and offer my apology."
He completely gave in, without any thought of fighting. After all, the ability to quietly bring him here was enough to prove that he couldn't provoke this person. And the earlier disappearance of the bowls and chopsticks also confirmed the problem.
"Shiro, this person gives me a very unpleasant feeling."
Lala spoke at that moment in a confused tone.
"How strange, doesn't he look like an ordinary old man? Where does that unpleasant feeling come from?"
Lala's face was full of curiosity.
After all, the man had no spiritual energy or anything like that; it was pure intuition, a feeling that this person was very evil, not a good person.
"Lala, you're not wrong. This person is not a good person."
Kasumigaoka Utaha spoke at that moment. Because of Shiro, she was now in an "activated" state. Seeing so many things in this place, and some terrifying things floating around like evil spirits, her legs now involuntarily trembled as she watched them.
"I quite like your unrestrained attitude."
"By the way, can you go back to how you were before? You people are so restrained now that it feels a bit strange. Honestly, shouldn't you be fighting me to the death?"
When the man heard Shiro's words, he saw Shiro with crossed arms, completely calm, and felt the urge to strike, but restrained himself. Although Shiro looked defenseless, he didn't believe he was really helpless.
"Your Excellency is joking. Under normal circumstances, no one would deliberately make an enemy of another transcendent being. I thought she was just an ordinary person. Now that I know she is your person, I was the first to be wrong, so I am ready for compensation."
Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at the man's kind expression, then at the background behind him and the things floating around. She knew very well that all stories about kindness and mercy could go to hell; he simply was not able to defeat Shiro. After all, who wouldn't panic when someone suddenly brought you here like this?
Shiro's face suddenly shifted into a smiling expression, and then, in the next moment, he spoke in a playful tone.
"You lack sincerity, you know? You stab me in the back and then tell me to step back?"
The man's expression immediately changed when he heard that, and then, in the next moment, black ropes appeared on his body, tightly binding him and completely immobilizing him. Everyone felt a little strange about that.
Then, in the next moment, Shiro turned and exhaled, and immediately a mist of ice appeared. Then an ice sculpture appeared in front of them, extremely wild in form. It was currently above Shiro's head, mouth wide open, as if ready to leap and bite off his head.
Kasumigaoka Utaha jumped at the sudden appearance of the ice sculpture, and then curled up in Lala's arms.
Seeing this, Lala paused, then began carefully observing it, completely fearless.
"I have to say, this is really impressive. Being able to cultivate a spatial spirit that allows the soul to freely traverse space. Honestly, this cultivation method is pretty good."
"If no one knew, you could really surprise people."
There were many spatial techniques, but the way this person understood it was really good. According to Shiro's estimation, very few people could discover this.
As an ordinary human, what the man had done was already quite impressive. Shiro then clenched his hand toward the ice sculpture, and it instantly turned to dust, scattering into the air. The spirit he had cultivated also disappeared. The man, as if mocked, was bound by Shiro; his old face turned red, and he wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood.
However, in the next moment, Shiro caused black energy to appear over his mouth, blocking it. That mouthful of blood, which he wanted to spit out but couldn't, made his face dark red; he looked extremely frustrated.
Shiro looked at his expression, as if disgusted, and spoke in a very nasty tone.
"Go away, go away, don't spit blood here, it's disgusting."