With Kizaru blocking his path, Alvin could only abandon the idea of destroying the Marine warships.
"Kizaru, I hope Sengoku sends you to fight me again next time. Goodbye!" Alvin waved at Kizaru with a grin before leaving the sea area with Kalifa.
"He's really a troublesome guy, isn't he?" Kizaru watched the rapidly departing white ship, his expression turning serious.
Fortunately, he had returned in time. Otherwise, those dozen warships might have already been destroyed by that guy, Red Hawk. It was a close call.
There was a huge gap between warships led by an Admiral and those led by a Vice Admiral.
He turned his gaze toward the fleet. Powerful cannon fire roared toward Chronos Forest. Explosions erupted one after another, shaking the air, as smoke and flames swallowed the sky.
Watching the Vice Admirals putting on a show of "hating evil" Kizaru couldn't help but feel that the future of the Marines looked rather bleak.
Didn't they notice that even he, a dignified Admiral of Marine Headquarters, spent most of his time slacking off? What a bunch of hopeless people...
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The scene shifts back to Alvin.
Now that they had left Chronos Forest, the immediate danger was gone. Kalifa's attention quickly shifted to the yacht.
"Sugoi na~ Alvin, I didn't expect you to own a ship like this..." Kalifa walked around the yacht, her eyes filled with admiration.
Women were naturally drawn to beautiful and valuable things, while men were naturally drawn to beautiful women.
However, Alvin glanced at Kalifa's excited expression through the window, then at his own hands busy preparing lunch, and fell into deep thought.
Wasn't the whole point of taking Kalifa from Spandam back then so she could serve him?
"Hey!"
"Kalifa, I'm hungry. Shouldn't you be doing something?" Alvin shouted, clearly dissatisfied.
Kalifa froze instantly, her body stiff as if petrified. She slowly turned to look at him, disbelief written all over her face.
"Alvin... you're not expecting me to work part-time as a chef too, are you? I only know how to pan-fry steak!" Her eyes widened in shock.
"What do you think? Am I supposed to cook for you? Does that sound reasonable? If you don't know how, then learn. I don't keep useless people," Alvin said bluntly.
"You..." Kalifa's chest rose and fell with anger.
She really wanted to say, "Isn't this because you kidnapped me?"
But after thinking it through, she held back.
This man was unreasonable, annoying, and constantly crossing the line. But he was also powerful.
After the Osrian Saint incident, everyone in CP9 had already begun to treat Alvin as a potential fallback.
With that in mind, she could only suppress her frustration for now and temporarily accept the role of a cook for this unreasonable man.
"Fine. I'll learn," Kalifa said through clenched teeth, her expression slightly dejected.
"That's better. A secretary who can't cook isn't a good secretary," Alvin replied with a satisfied smile.
Then Kalifa, still clearly annoyed, walked into the cabin. Her high heels clicked sharply against the floor as her slender waist swayed, and she entered the kitchen with an unwilling expression.
"Hurry up. From now on, this sacred task of cooking belongs to you," Alvin said, ignoring her mood as he untied his apron and put it on her.
Kalifa endured him putting the apron on her, then looked at him coldly.
"Why are you staring at me? You can start now," Alvin said, pointing at the ingredients he had already prepared.
"Go outside. I don't like people standing behind me when I'm working seriously," Kalifa said calmly.
"You don't want anyone behind you?" Alvin frowned.
Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey~
He immediately realized he had misunderstood.
Then, as if behaving himself, Alvin left the kitchen and handed over this "sacred territory" to Kalifa.
Looking at the ingredients he had prepared, Kalifa's delicate brows furrowed.
"Men are so useless. They can't even prepare ingredients properly..." she muttered with disdain.
After complaining, she began to reprocess everything. At the same time, the pot on the stove heated up, letting out a sharp sizzling sound.
...
Alvin went up to the yacht's top deck and lay down comfortably on the soft sofa.
The intelligent yacht cut smoothly through the waves. The sea breeze brushed against his face, carrying the faint salty scent of the ocean.
He gazed at the sapphire-blue sky and the endless sea, quietly appreciating the beauty of this world.
Not long after, Kalifa's voice came from inside the cabin.
Alvin, who had been half asleep, reluctantly got up from the sofa.
The moment he stepped inside, his eyes widened in shock.
"Kalifa, is this what you meant by 'only knowing how to pan-fry steak'?" Alvin stared at the table filled with dishes, each one looking perfect in color, aroma, and presentation.
Kalifa was already seated elegantly, her posture refined. She skillfully cut into the steak on her plate with knife and fork.
Beside her sat a glass of fruit wine that Alvin had stored in the refrigerator earlier. The clear liquid shimmered in the light, giving off an inviting glow.
"I just feel that no dish satisfies me more than pan-fried steak," Kalifa replied calmly, a faint trace of pride hidden in her tone.
Alvin fell silent for a moment, then raised a thumbs-up.
"Not bad. Keep it up. From now on, breakfast, lunch, dinner, and even supper will depend on you."
The moment he finished speaking, a sharp "Screech" echoed as Kalifa's knife scraped harshly across the plate.
Alvin wisely shut his mouth, quickly sat down, and started eating.
After a full day of intense battle with Kizaru, his stamina had been heavily drained. He was starving.
Kalifa watched him devour the food. The corner of her lips lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile.
It seemed her cooking had been acknowledged by him, which gave her a small sense of satisfaction.
After lunch, the two went to rest on the top deck.
Alvin wore loose beach shorts and lay back comfortably. Kalifa wore a bikini, her graceful figure fully displayed.
From a distance, they looked like a couple on vacation.
Kalifa even occasionally fed Alvin juice.
However~
"Sigh, without a lively atmosphere, life on this yacht still feels like something is missing," Alvin sighed, resting his hands behind his head as he gazed at the horizon.
Kalifa remained silent, though the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. She was already doing this much as his secretary, yet he still had the nerve to complain.
Alvin: Among secretaries, there is also a special type called a "life secretary"...
In the end, Kalifa bit her lower lip lightly. She sat up, leaned against the sofa, then pulled Alvin over so his head rested on her lap. Her long, smooth hands gently began massaging his head.
"Mmm~ So comfortable, Kalifa. You're amazing~" Alvin closed his eyes, fully enjoying her service.
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