Fujiwara Sai was essentially a man born to dominate others.
With outstanding control over public sentiment, intelligence, power, and strength.
If he had been born in ancient times, he would surely have become a great lord, succeeding his father.
However, the man in front of him was his perfect superior counterpart.
Beyond the heavens.
A man born with the temperament of an emperor, in a realm he could never reach.
Though he had never spoken a word to him, the sheer aura he exuded forced Fujiwara Sai to acknowledge his defeat deep within his heart.
‘Did Kumiko reject my advances so firmly because a man like that was around her?’
It was truly an unavoidable matter.
For someone who had never met a man superior to himself, this was the first time in his life he felt such deep defeat.
Therefore, he was jealous.
“What the hell are you doing?! You can’t even beat three people with so many of you! Do you think I hired you with expensive money for this?!”
As he shouted frantically, the security guards, who had hesitated due to resistance that was stronger than expected, hurriedly joined the battle.
But the opponents were too formidable.
“Weak! Weak!”
“You worthless bastards!”
“Get out of the way, all of you!”
The opponents they were currently facing were, literally, walking natural disasters.
They didn’t know what kind of magic he was using, but fire, wind, and ice came from his hands.
That alone was maddening, but the strongest-looking opponent had skin so tough that even metal couldn’t penetrate it.
Literally impregnable.
Eventually, over a hundred security guards were annihilated by just three people, breaking through the final line of defense.
Fujiwara Sai, who was about to lose his fiancée right before his eyes, slowly asked the large figure walking away.
“You! What the hell are you?!”
The man, glancing back, replied.
“I am an ally of the President.”
Fwoosh!
Exactly five minutes.
As soon as the time limit ended, white steam billowed from my entire body.
Fortunately, I was not alone here.
With reliable allies like the Vice President and Ryuji, I could entrust my back to them even if my strength waned right now.
We continued to take down the security guards blocking our way and finally arrived on the first floor.
If we delayed even a little here, we could get caught, so we decided to part ways immediately.
“I’ll take care of this. Kim Yu-seong, you take the lady and go.”
“But Vice President, are you sure?”
Characters who say things like this usually end up dead.
“I was prepared for this from the moment I dragged you into this. I was willing to sacrifice myself if necessary to ensure you and the lady escaped.”
“I will never forget your sacrifice, Vice President.”
“Anyone would think I’m going to my death.”
The Vice President said this as he swiped his finger under his nose and then looked at Ryuji standing next to me.
“We’re meeting for the first time, but I owe you a lot today, too. If we meet again, I’ll buy you a meal.”
“That will be enough.”
Since Mahes had released his possession, Ryuji, who regained control of his body, said that and wished the Vice President good luck.
Soon, with a sound, the elevator doors opened, and the security guards from the upper floor poured out.
“Go quickly! There’s no more time!”
“Father! What do you mean by giving up on retrieving Miss Kumiko?!”
In response to his son Fujiwara Sai’s strong objection, Fujiwara Yoritomo spoke with a deeply thoughtful expression.
“This is a decision made as the head of the family. Accept the outcome, Sai.”
“Ugh!”
No matter how he was considered a strong successor within the family, it was not a confirmed matter.
So Yoritomo, looking pityingly at Sai, who had closed his mouth with a resentful expression, spoke a moment later.
“It’s not that I am not resentful. But practically speaking, if we turn such a strong man into our enemy, our family has nothing to gain.”
“Why are you so afraid? He’s just one man!”
“Because that one man has the strength of an army.”
Yoritomo said that, recalling the face of Hattori Hanzo, who had been carried to the infirmary earlier.
“Hanzo, who I assigned as your bodyguard, was clearly the strongest man in Japan. Yet such a man was defeated without even inflicting a proper wound. If they had fought on equal terms, I might have reconsidered. But what did you see? Was there even a single scratch on that man’s body?”
Fujiwara Sai was at a loss for words at his father’s sudden question.
Now that he thought about it, that was true.
The man who kidnapped Fumiko really had no wounds on his body.
Even though he fought Hattori Hanzo, one of the strongest ninjas known as the “Three Masters” in the underworld.
Sai unknowingly admitted to himself.
The opponent he harbored hostility towards was truly an extraordinary being, as if fallen from the heavens.
“It’s better to break the alliance with the Saionji family than to turn such a man into an enemy. That’s my conclusion. What do you think, Sai?”
Sai ultimately had to admit to his father’s question.
“...Your judgment is correct, Father.”
“Good, I’m glad you understand.”
Fujiwara Yoritomo said this as he stood up.
“I plan to visit Chairman Harunobu, who collapsed. What about you, Sai?”
“I will stay here.”
“Alright, then.”
Yoritomo patted his son’s shoulder and left the room.
And Fujiwara Sai, left alone in the room, began to throw everything around him in a fit of rage.
“...Hey, Yu-seong. I can’t understand this situation right now. Can you explain it?”
“I was wandering around Kyoto during my free time and happened to meet the President. That’s it.”
“I’m sorry, but I’ll be relying on you for just one night.”
“No, you don’t look sorry at all!”
Evening time.
Returning to the lodging with the President, who had no particular place to go, Satoru interrupted.
Some were miserable being solo, but his friends were both walking around with women.
He wasn’t wrong, but it strangely annoyed me, so I lightly stomped on him.
“Ah! I surrender! I surrender!”
“You should have done that earlier.”
After easily calming Satoru’s fuss, I told him that the President would be sleeping in our room tonight.
Satoru, half doubtful, said he understood for now.
“That’s fine, but does Ryuji know about this?”
“Roughly? He’ll probably understand if I explain.”
“You’re really incomprehensible.”
“That’s nothing new.”
I brushed off Satoru’s grumbling lightly and waited for Ryuji to return to the lodging with the President.
Unaware that a new nickname for me was being created in real-time online.