"Gafum… Let's not worry about such inconsequential things. No matter what, since I was appointed President of such an organization, you can take it that it was for a good reason." The young woman coughed as she calmly dispelled this awkward situation.
"Uh huh… what's your name anyway? I can't keep calling you 'Beautiful President' in my head forever." Cyrus asked plainly as he scratched his cheek.
The President paused, a faint blush emerging on her cheeks, unprepared to this sudden attempt to flirt with the. She smoothed it over with a pleasant smile as she introduced herself again.
"Forgive my lack of clarity. My name is Amelia Rothschild, President of the Superhuman Organization."
Cyrus nodded, thinking that this woman was quite weird. Orochi in his mind snorted and revealed: 'Brat, she thinks you are trying to court her.'
Cyrus froze as he was dumbfounded. 'Me? Court her? Why would I? What did I say that would make her even consider something like that?'
