Flat felt the Magecraft vanish, and his eyes instantly lit up.
"Wao!"
He let out an exclamation of wonder, lifting his wrist to bring it close to his eyes.
"Berserker, did you see that? So cool!"
Inside the watch on his wrist, the hand trembled for a moment, and a voice audible only to Flat rang out.
The voice was deep, and its tone was calm and devoid of ripples.
"No, I didn't see anything."
"However, Master, I advise you not to get too close to her."
There was a hint of warning in Berserker's voice.
"The aura on her makes me feel uneasy."
After hearing this, far from being afraid, Flat smiled even more brilliantly.
"Daijoubu! It's fine!"
"After all, in essence, she's still 'Miss Olga Marie'~ Although she's the Servant version, rounding it up, she's the same person!"
Berserker fell silent.
It was unclear if he was persuaded by this crooked logic or if he simply felt that communicating with his Master was a futile exercise.
As he spoke, he strode forward to chase after U-Olga Marie, following her every step like a large golden retriever.
"Miss Olga Marie! Wait for me!"
"Did you just dispel all of my Magecraft? How did you do it? Can you show me one more time?"
The moment U-Olga Marie heard the footsteps and Flat's commotion behind her, she bolted.
Her silver-white hair fluttered behind her, and her Cape rattled in the wind. Like a white shadow, she instantly shot out of the alley and into the main street.
Flat was stunned for a moment. "Eh—wait for me!"
He also started running.
Thus, a strange sight appeared on the morning streets of Snowfield City.
An oddly dressed woman sprinted in front, her pace so fast she almost left afterimages.
A youth dressed in the style of British aristocracy chased relentlessly behind her, shouting as he ran, with an excited smile on his face as if it were a fun game.
Passersby looked on one after another.
"Young people these days really know how to play..."
"A Cosplay marathon?"
"They're filming a movie, right?"
U-Olga Marie's face darkened even further upon hearing those discussions.
She increased her speed, attempting to shake off the fellow behind her who was sticking to her like flypaper.
But Flat seemed to have a built-in tracking radar.
No matter how she turned, how she hid, or how she utilized visual blind spots, within three minutes, he would always pop out from some corner, waving with a brilliant smile.
"Found you!"
When she was cornered in a dead-end alley for the fourth time, U-Olga Marie finally gave up.
Flat stood at the alley entrance, hands on his knees, also panting for breath.
"Miss Olga Marie... you run... really fast..."
U-Olga Marie glared at him.
"Just what do you want?"
"I want to help you!"
Flat straightened up and patted his chest, his tone sincere.
"Aren't you injured? Don't you need a place to rest and replenish your Magical Energy? Come with me!"
U-Olga Marie said nothing.
She stared at Flat, trying to find even a single trace of hypocrisy or calculation on that face written all over with "innocence."
But there was none.
Those blue eyes were as clear as the sky, allowing one to see all the way to the bottom at a glance, yet they were even more infuriating than his flamboyant acting!
"Besides," Flat added, "while you were in the Park... uh, that... giving your speech, I noticed people were monitoring you. More than one group. Wandering around outside looking like you do now, you'll be targeted very soon."
U-Olga Marie gave a disdainful "tch."
Monitoring? Let them look.
Being able to admire her figure was their honor. As for those who dared to look for trouble?
Even if her current use of Magical Energy was somewhat sluggish, her physical stats were still there. If a punch didn't kill them, she'd consider it a fluke.
Previously, she just didn't want to lower herself to the level of those ignorant masses; after all, she was a good President who was close to the people.
However, if possible, she truly didn't want to clash with humans right now. After all, physical brawling was too crude—how could it compare to the dazzling brilliance of a Beam?
"So," Flat pressed his hands together in a "please" gesture, "come to my place! At least you can lay low for a bit and act after you've recovered some, right?"
U-Olga Marie looked at the streets outside the alley entrance, which were gradually becoming busier, and slowly exhaled.
"...Lead the way."
Flat gave a cheer:
"Hooray!"
As Flat led U-Olga Marie across two streets and into a relatively secluded small path, he suddenly stopped, turned his head, and stared at the top of U-Olga Marie's head.
U-Olga Marie felt completely uncomfortable under his gaze.
"What are you looking at?"
"Miss Olga Marie," Flat pointed at the pair of alien Giant Silver-White Horns on her head, "those—can't you put them away?"
U-Olga Marie rolled her eyes.
"I can't." Her tone was dismissive. "I can't do it."
This was the truth—at least for her current state, it was the truth.
These horns were a part of her Saint Graph, one of the characteristics of "U-Olga Marie" as a Beast.
In her current damaged state, forcibly changing her form would not only offer no benefits but would also hinder her recovery speed. Why would she put them away?
Flat was clearly not the type to be brushed off by the words "can't do it."
He let out a "hmmm," stroked his chin, and stared intently at the horns while starting to walk in circles around her.
U-Olga Marie's scalp prickled under his gaze, and finally unable to take it, she glared at him.
"Have you seen enough?"
Flat stopped and stood before her, asking very seriously:
"Can I touch them?"
U-Olga Marie was somewhat surprised: "...Eh? Why?"
She thought she had misheard.
"I said," Flat repeated, his tone earnest, "can I touch your horns? Just once, just a light touch."
"I want to confirm their Magical Energy composition and their Saint Graph connection method."
Flat answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"If I can figure out the principle, maybe I can help you temporarily hide them.
Otherwise, it's too conspicuous. It'll be very inconvenient to move around, right? Like when we get to the hotel in a bit, getting through the door will be a huge problem! It'll be difficult no matter what angle you try to enter or exit from!"
He was being so logical that for a moment, it was impossible to refute him.
U-Olga Marie was silent for two seconds.
"Just once," she said, her tone a warning. "Make it quick."
"Okay!"
Flat smiled and reached out, his index finger cautiously probing toward the horn on U-Olga Marie's right.
His fingertip stopped a few millimeters from the tip of the horn, then he lightly touched it.
The moment Flat touched the horn, U-Olga Marie's body stiffened slightly.
But the expected discomfort didn't happen.
Instead, it was a sensation... as if something had lightly brushed against the surface of her soul.
It was as if Flat's fingertip had penetrated the shell of her physical body and directly touched the core Saint Graph that constituted her very being.
U-Olga Marie's pupils suddenly constricted.
Almost instinctively and without warning, she raised her leg and delivered a side-kick that slammed hard into Flat's chest.
"Bang!"
Flat didn't have time to react. Like he'd been hit by a truck, he was sent flying, crashing heavily into a brick wall by the roadside.
The brick wall let out a dull thud. Centered on him, spiderweb-like cracks spread out.
Dust and debris rustled down. Flat was wedged into the wall in a comical pose, his expression blank.
He coughed a couple of times, spitting out a bit of dust.
"...That hurt."
U-Olga Marie ignored him.
She stood in place and raised her hand, reaching for the top of her head.
The horns that should have been standing there were gone.
What her hand touched was soft hair.
She lowered her hand and touched again.
They were indeed gone.
She could feel that the horns still existed as part of her Saint Graph, but on a physical level, they were temporarily shielded.
She looked at Flat, who was still wedged in the wall, her tone filled with suspicion and uncertainty:
"What did you do?!"
While "prying" himself out of the wall, Flat coughed and answered:
"I didn't do much... I just slightly modified the parameters on the surface of your Saint Graph..."
"I've temporarily reduced the presence of those horns by 99.9%. They're invisible to the eye, unperceivable to the touch, and their Magical Energy Fluctuations are nearly zero. Of course, if you need to, you can deactivate this state at any time."
He spoke nonchalantly, as if he had just put a lid on a glass of water.
The look in U-Olga Marie's eyes as she stared at Flat instantly changed.
"Hey, I'm talking to you."
Flat looked up, patted the dust from his hair, and put on a "What's wrong?" expression.
Staring into those blue eyes filled with innocence, U-Olga Marie asked from the bottom of her heart:
"Are you really human?"
Flat blinked.
"Of course I'm human!"