Chapter 625: A Normal Person's Normal Reaction to a Tyrannical Script

"Present hamburgers?" Mio frowned at first, but thinking of the Saiyan boy's situation, she immediately nodded and said, "No problem, our Leader still quite likes delicious things. As long as the hamburgers you make are delicious enough, I think he'll be very happy to accept the gift you bring him."

"Then I'll prepare."

Chelsea turned her head and called out to the clerks who had been busy all day.

"Everyone, pull yourselves together. We're going to make a delicious hamburger for the great Assassin Alliance Leader. If that Lord eats our hamburger and thinks our hamburger is delicious, maybe we can soar to great heights!"

The maid clerks really wanted to agree with Chelsea, but having been busy all day they were truly exhausted. It wasn't until they heard Chelsea say today's bonus would be doubled that they were like sponges squeezed out a bit more fighting spirit.

They started making them from the hamburger buns, including the meat — someone even ran to the night market to purchase the freshest.

"Miss Mio, you have some juice here first. I've been busy all day and my whole body smells of sweat. I'll go wash up first; otherwise, having an audience with the great Assassin Alliance Leader and stinking up the place wouldn't be good."

Chelsea brought the leftover juice for the assassin miss, then ran upstairs with quick steps, showered, washed her body, and changed into her most proper clothes.

Of course, the reason she did this wasn't because she thought a mere hamburger seller like her could be the Chelsea the Assassin Alliance Leader was currently searching for and wanted to invite to become an Assassin Alliance executive.

Rather, she believed she represented her own hamburger shop's image. If she went to see that Leader Lord reeking of sweat, he might misunderstand and think her shop's hamburgers were unhygienic.

So Chelsea wanted to endorse her own hamburgers with the cleanest, most beautiful image. And as long as that Leader Lord ate her hamburger and could casually praise it a couple of times, she might be able to use slogans like "Hamburgers Even the Great Western Nation's Leader Ate and Said Were Good" or "Hamburgers Even the Great Saiyan God Ate and Found Delicious" to promote her own shop.

This was far better than sending people to the Martial Arts Tournament venue to give free hamburgers and drinks to participants as a roundabout way of promoting her own hamburger shop.

Chelsea put on light makeup and sprayed on perfume said to be refined from the nectar of the man-eating flower Danger Beasts in the Giant Tree Forest.

The scent was very light and wouldn't affect the hamburger's taste. This was a birthday gift she had bought for herself only two months ago on her birthday.

A faint, very natural floral fragrance. She normally couldn't bear to use it much, but now she was going to have an audience with the highest-status person in the Great Western Nation, so naturally she was very willing to use it.

Chelsea came downstairs. The hamburger patties had just been fried and placed on the freshly made buns, with tomatoes, pickled cucumbers, vegetable leaves, and a composite sauce simmered from multiple spices. Just smelling it made one's appetite surge.

Beside her, the assassin miss who had finished her juice and was waiting swallowed saliva repeatedly at the freshly made hamburgers. Chelsea knew just how attractive her shop's improved hamburgers were.

"How is it, Miss Mio? Is it more fragrant than the hamburgers you've eaten before?"

Chelsea walked over and asked.

"Mm."

Mio nodded.

"Bring a hamburger over."

"Eh?"

"My treat. By the way, Miss Mio, tell me what your Leader Lord's temper is like."

As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Figuring out the Assassin Alliance Leader's temper would let her prepare some ingratiating lines.

"Uh, this... I'm actually not too clear on it either."

However, Mio's answer made Chelsea feel it was strange.

"Mio, aren't you an Assassin Alliance person? How can you not even know what your own Leader's temper is like?"

"The Assassin Alliance's standing Leaders are Esdeath and Merad. As for Broly, he isn't always with us. Normally only some Assassin Alliance executives can contact him. As for me, I don't yet have that qualification, so I'm not too clear."

Mio picked up a hamburger and took a big bite. The freshly baked bun was very fragrant and sweet, and the juice from the fried patty mixed with the salty-savory sauce, making her narrow her eyes in satisfaction.

After swallowing what was in her mouth, Mio continued, "But I think if you present your hamburgers to him, Broly-sama will definitely be very happy. I heard Akame say before that Broly-sama likes delicious things."

"Does he have a big appetite?"

"Pretty big."

Chelsea nodded. When the time came to depart for the audience with the Assassin Alliance Leader, she used the shop's delivery horses to pull a pile of freshly baked hamburgers and set off.

"Not this one, not this one either..."

One woman named Chelsea after another was brought over — old and young — but none were the one acknowledged by the Crystal Palace.

Until a girl dressed exquisitely walked in carrying two baskets of hamburgers on a shoulder pole, and Broly's Crystal Palace finally reacted.

【Chelsea, Happiness Value 6.】

"Broly-sama, to receive your audience is truly my honor."

Chelsea put down the shoulder pole, then lifted her skirt and bowed respectfully to Broly.

"I am Chelsea, owner of the Delicious Burger Shop on Happiness Street in Daxi City."

The girl made her self-introduction. Unlike the previous Chelseas who had been brought over and were somewhat restrained, she seemed a bit different.

"Learning I could come for an audience, this little woman is filled with trepidation. After much thought, I couldn't come empty-handed, so I brought two baskets of our Delicious Burger Shop's signature hamburgers, wishing to present them to Broly-sama and the other Lords for a taste."

Broly stared blankly at the smiling Chelsea as she respectfully brought forward the two exquisitely packaged hamburgers.

A capture target who fed him hamburgers by the basket on their first meeting — this was the first one.

"Are you of noble birth?"

Main asked with some curiosity.

"Not a noble. I was just a maid at the Governor's Mansion before, but life wasn't good. Until the Assassin Alliance Lords brought justice and peace to the Great Western Territory, we didn't have to keep suffering under the oppression of corrupt noble lords. Even a girl like me can do a little business to make a living."

Chelsea hurriedly explained, and not too lightly or heavily, flattered the Assassin Alliance.

"I see your business isn't small, and your guts are pretty big, doing business right up to our faces."

Leone, born of the streets, directly saw through the other's little scheme.

"Ah, these are just small tokens of respect, merely expressing my personal gratitude to the Assassin Alliance Lords for bringing stable lives to the countless people of the Great Western Nation."

To such words, Leone neither agreed nor disagreed. She walked up, picked a packaged hamburger from the basket, smelled it, confirmed there was no poison, then directly unwrapped it and ate: "No poison, and pretty tasty. Everyone want to try?"

"Broly-san..."

Akame caught the hamburger Leone threw over and looked toward the Saiyan boy on the main seat.

Broly came back to his senses and nodded at the girls looking over: "This is the Chelsea I was looking for."

"One with quite a business mind and pretty big guts?"

Getting a definite answer, Akame and the others instantly looked at Chelsea with scrutinizing gazes.

"Mmph?!"

Chelsea's face froze with her service-industry smile. She doubted whether her ears had misheard.

"My lords, have you got the wrong person? I'm just a little boss running a hamburger shop. Counting me, the staff in the shop only number a dozen or so. We can't even afford the publicity fee to hire a Top 32 Martial Arts Tournament fighter to promote our own hamburger shop. I'm really not some powerful person at all!"

Chelsea hurriedly spoke up; the situation developing before her eyes was somewhat beyond her expectations, making her a bit panicked.

"Bold, yet when facing an unknown situation, she still shows weakness first, adopting a cautious attitude..."

Chelsea looked toward the speaker and saw a glasses-girl holding a book titled "Human Psychology," seemingly using her as an observation subject to compare against the book's knowledge.

"What do you all think of this person?"

Main asked the others.

"A pretty smart person, able to read expressions and observe colors."

Kurome gave her evaluation; the others nodded, seeming to feel this evaluation was quite fair.

"Then let's decide by a show of hands."

【No wait, what are you deciding? Can't you discuss it with me, the person involved?】

Chelsea tensed up, with the feeling that she was the fish meat and others were the cutting board.

"No rush, let's ask her first if she has any plans for her own future life."

Akame shook her head and said.

"Right, some things should be asked clearly. It would be terrible if the other party has a fiancé or a sweetheart, and we become the big bad guys."

Cornelia's words drew nods from Chikushi, Pony, and the other external wives at the side.

"Miss Chelsea..."

"Here!"

"We have some questions we want to ask you."

"Uh, my lords, please ask."

"Don't know if you have any plans for your own future life?"

Akame spoke frankly.

【Before twenty-five, continuously promote hamburgers, make this food popular throughout the Great Western Nation. At thirty, open at least a hundred hamburger shops within the Great Western Nation's borders. At thirty-five directly achieve financial freedom, live a leisurely rich life. Does that count as a future plan?】

"Uh, I don't really have any plans. I just really love hamburgers. My dream is to promote this delicious food so more people can taste it."

The true words about wanting to be a rich person naturally couldn't be said directly. Chelsea, following her own persona, spoke of a hamburger promoter's dream.

"Then do you currently have a fiancé, or someone you like in your heart, or an opposite-sex partner you're currently dating?"

"Ah, that... not yet. Because I've always been busy handling the hamburger shop's affairs, so I haven't considered this kind of thing..."

Chelsea hurriedly answered. She was devoted to her career, wanting to be a future rich person. In her prime youth, where would she have the leisure to put into romance?

Later when she had money, what kind of man couldn't she find? Moreover, those sisters who were willing to believe her, directly quit their maid jobs, and follow her to start a hamburger shop business — if she ruined the business, she'd truly be letting them down.

Chelsea counts as a boss with a conscience.

"In that case, that's perfect. Miss Chelsea, don't know if you're willing to join us?"

"I only know how to make hamburgers. I don't know how to kill people..."

Chelsea made a crying face. In the peaceful and stable Great Western Nation environment, she had no thought of becoming an assassin.

"Not asking you to kill people, but to give you the opportunity to realize your own dream."

"Don't know what you lords want me to do?"

"Where there is gain, there must first be giving. Workers give labor and gain wages to support their families. And you, Najenda — you want to save the common people outside the Great Western Nation. For this purpose, to what extent are you yourself willing to go? What are you willing to give in exchange?"

In the inn room Najenda rented, Esdeath arrived a step ahead. After Rabac opened the door with a somewhat tense complexion, and she greeted the familiar Najenda at the doorway, Esdeath asked this question.

【Is this to test my resolve? Fine, if you want to see, then I'll show you!】

"To what extent, give what? Heh, does this question even need to be asked? As long as the chaotic world outside can be pacified, I, Najenda, am willing to give everything I possess."

When the white-haired twisted-braid general spoke these words, her face was full of determination, as if the moment the chaotic world was pacified, even if she had to die the next moment, she wouldn't hesitate.

"And me, Rabac, am also willing to go through fire and water for General Najenda."

At the side, the green-haired youth also immediately spoke up.

Esdeath glanced at him, then directly pointed at him and said: "Then demonstrate to me your determination to give everything."

Seeing this, Najenda's heart sank. Rabac's complexion also changed.

"He's just a follower who admires me, with no special status. You want me to submit a certificate of allegiance, but there's no need to make me take his life, right?"

"General Najenda, if it's for you, I am willing to give my life."

Rabac gave a bittersweet smile and said to his own general.

"Did you misunderstand something? My meaning is to make you drive away this guy who harbors ill intentions toward you."

"Eh?"

"You don't want General Najenda to kill me?"

"If you want to die, I can help you."

Esdeath revealed a dangerous look in her eyes.

"No no no, being alive is good. I don't want to die."

Rabac shrank his neck.

"You make me drive away a subordinate who is loyal to me without reservation. What meaning does that have?"

Najenda asked with some confusion.

"It can't be to weaken me, this force that hasn't joined your faction yet, right?"

"Of course not. Rather, you must demonstrate your loyalty to my master before him."

Esdeath stood up, walked to Najenda's front, leaned close to the other's face and said.

"Does Lord Broly need a lone minister with no confidants at his side?"

"No, I should say a loyal wife — your body, your chastity, your love, your happiness, all should be prepared for him, and by your side like that, there is no need for a male who covets you, understand what I mean?"

Rabac: "???"

He only felt his own head seemed somewhat green and oily.

No, his hair was originally green.

And, General Najenda, hasn't been captured by him yet either.

So, this is me getting sniped?!

Before sincerity moves heaven and earth, before true heart wins over General Najenda.

And Najenda, she was also somewhat dazed.

Originally thought it was her own utility value, that the Assassin Alliance Leader wanted her to do something, might engage in an interest exchange with her, result, yet it was a power-for-sex transaction.

"Speaking of which, Esdeath, that Lord Broly, turns out to like my type of woman?"

Najenda didn't think she had any charm as a woman, except her ample breasts being a plus, her usual bearing was more male-leaning, calling her a man-woman wouldn't be excessive.

"Like? Haha, don't think too highly of yourself, you're just comparatively lucky, same as me, merely a person acknowledged by the Crystal Palace, otherwise, with your hard-as-rock, stone-like abs, you couldn't seduce my Broly!"

Esdeath poked Najenda's muscular abdomen with her hand, finished speaking, then thrust her waist toward the person before her, seemingly demonstrating her still-soft fat-wrapped abdominal muscles.

This Ice Queen, on the path of pursuing strength, also paid attention to her own physique, although knowing Broly definitely wouldn't dislike her muscular self, she also wanted to provide the boy, when held while sleeping, an icy-cool soft body.

Call it female rivalry, not yet to that degree, but her own feminine charm, Esdeath also wanted the boy to properly experience it after he grew up.

After all, battle has many kinds, making grown-up Broly lay down arms and surrender to her, also counts as a kind of victory.

"General Najenda..."

Rabac wanted to say something, but was stopped by Najenda raising her hand.

"Lady Esdeath, can you guarantee I can achieve my objective?"

"I cannot guarantee, because even if you're willing to give yourself, you only become a member of the Wife Group, and the Great Western Nation's national policy is led by the entire Wife Group, you want to change the Great Western Nation's current political strategy, you must persuade the other members of the Wife Group."

"Can't just persuade Lord Broly?"

"Cannot, because compared to you, Broly respects our ideas more."

Najenda fell silent for a moment, then nodded: "Good, I am willing to give everything."

Then, she turned her head to look at her loyal subordinate: "Rabac, I know your feelings, but I'm sorry, I have more important things I need to do, you will definitely meet better women than me in the future."

Rabac had a heartbroken feeling, but also knew he couldn't stop his own General's decision, could only show a bittersweet smile expression.

"I need to go with you now, to offer my body to Lord Broly?"

"Can go meet him, but temporarily no need to offer your body, you only need to offer your happiness..."

"Ah, no, you want me to marry Lord Broly, become his wife?"

"Yes, you're unwilling?"

"No, I'm willing, I'm extremely willing."

Even a second of hesitation, Chelsea felt would be disrespect to her vain self.

After all, as long as she sacrificed marriage, she could instantly ascend in one step, become the noble Great Western Nation Assassin Alliance Leader's Wife, although possibly only one of them, but still very good, like striking it lucky.

There's a saying, marriage is a woman's second reincarnation, and what's placed before her now is a super peerless good reincarnation, she'd be a fool to refuse.

Broly: "..."

Watching Chelsea's rapidly rising Happiness Value, only felt this Capture target seemed a bit too easy to handle.

Of course, if it were before the Great Western Nation was established, those pitch-black, inhuman Old Nobility lords, Chelsea would still need to ponder, worry whether she'd be used as toilet paper.

But swap in the Great Western Nation Assassin Alliance Leader, the god believed in by the Kathisaya God Religion, Borsil City's Slave Liberator...

These reputations, sufficient to prove Broly is a good guy more than a bad one, so, even if strangers, even if before this they didn't know each other at all, enough to make Chelsea choose to go all-in:

Stake her future, gamble on a wealthy life afterward!

(Chapter End)