Kasumigaoka Utaha was truly defeated with just one blow.
Even there were some typos in the draft of the novel in her notebook, and she immediately deleted them upon realizing.
The toes of Kasumigaoka Utaha, wrapped in black stockings, wiggled under the table.
After her face flushed, she tilted her head and let out a soft hmph.
"With so many beautiful women coming to the shop, Yuzuki-kun must be very happy."
Yuzuki looked at her: "Indeed, you're right."
"..."
Annoyed, Kasumigaoka Utaha kicked Yuzuki under the table with her shoeless foot.
However, her strength was not enough to tickle Yuzuki.
Yuzuki smiled: "Kick me again, and I'll grab it with my hand. What I do with it after I get it will depend on my mood."
"!" Kasumigaoka Utaha stopped.
She immediately pulled back her small foot and whispered, "Hentai~!"
During this time.
Kamishiro Rize tilted her head, drank water, observed Yuzuki, and thought.
Behind her, Makima was also thinking.
And the original owner was still chatting here.
Yuzuki sipped his coffee and asked, "How's the novel coming along?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha paused again.
Then she wiped her forehead.
"I have some ideas, but I don't know how they'll turn out. After I write the final product, Yuzuki-kun, can you take a look at it?"
"Of course." Yuzuki nodded in agreement.
If you let her write it, she might not be able to do much.
However, if you let her comment, her assessments were indeed very good.
What she said was bad was usually bad, and what she said was good was likely good.
However, Kasumigaoka Utaha was still a bit restless.
She stared at Yuzuki, and suddenly her voice softened, asking in a somewhat teasing tone.
"Yuzuki-kun, if I write a romantic novel, do you think I should try falling in love?"
"?" Yuzuki was stunned: "Why do you think like that?"
"Because I'm lacking material." Kasumigaoka Utaha pouted anxiously: "So I was wondering if I should try it, like looking for people around me to try."
As Kasumigaoka Utaha said this, she also looked in Yuzuki's direction.
Yuzuki thought for a moment, his expression slightly strained from smiling.
He shook his head: "I think it's better not to."
"Eh!?" Kasumigaoka Utaha was immediately a bit confused: "Why?"
At this moment, she even doubted her own charm.
Was she not pretty? Were her black stockings not attractive enough? Was she not liked?
However, the next moment, Yuzuki couldn't help but laugh.
"Because only those who have never fallen in love can write about the sweetness of love in their imagination."
"If you really experience it, all you'll see is the sour smell of love, and all sorts of trivial things like daily needs, which are completely different from your imagination."
"Your writing style and narrative will change completely, even your perspective will be different."
"Doing that carries a great risk, so I don't recommend it."
Kasumigaoka Utaha's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.
Fortunately, she was charming.
What the Shop Manager said about not falling in love was just advice for her novel.
What truly shattered her defense was the Shop Manager guessing from her novel that she had never fallen in love, which was why she could write imaginative works like "the love meter."
For a moment, Kasumigaoka Utaha wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.
Her face flushed, and she stood up abruptly, drawing the attention of everyone in the shop.
"L...look!"
While speaking, Kasumigaoka Utaha immediately put on her shoes, grabbed her notebook, and left.
Her savings from yesterday came in handy, allowing her to leave immediately.
Yuzuki extended his hand and rubbed his face, holding back laughter as he stood and chased after her.
Seeing Kasumigaoka Utaha's retreating figure,
He waved his hand and reminded her, "Have a safe trip."
"It's okay if you've never fallen in love; it's fine if you observe more, or come to the shop more often to listen to my stories."
Kasumigaoka Utaha stumbled upon hearing this, almost falling.
Then, while gritting her teeth, she exclaimed, "Who's coming again!"
"Hahahaha~" Yuzuki was very happy.
When he returned to the shop,
Makima approached and said softly, "Thank you for the meal."
"Mm." Yuzuki took the money.
Before leaving, Makima turned and looked at Yuzuki.
"I will return; I hope to see you again next time."
"Eh..., then welcome back next time." Yuzuki had no reason to refuse a customer.
Makima left with Hayakawa Aki and Power.
Before Power left, she held onto the door tightly while waving and smiling at Yuzuki.
"My name is Power! I will come back, and you must make delicious food again!"
Yuzuki nodded, "Don't worry, it's always delicious."
"Great! I'm off!"
Yuzuki had no issues with Power.
Even though she was a Devil, good deeds would be rewarded. Initially, she was selfish, but that was natural for her nature, so for Yuzuki, she was a friend he could make friends with.
He didn't care about the species of the other party when making friends.
Whether it was a Ghoul or a Devil, even a Giant was fine.
Devils and Ghouls were not necessarily evil, and humans were not necessarily good.
It was like judging a respectable man by his actions, not by his intentions.
As long as good deeds were appreciated, then friendship could be formed.
Nothing else mattered.
Back in the restaurant, only Kamishiro Rize was left.
Yuzuki sipped his coffee, calmly facing Kamishiro Rize's gaze.
The way she looked at him now...
Could be said she was looking at something she liked.
What was loved? It could be a lover, or it could also be food.
Yuzuki wasn't sure, but he felt it fell into the category of food, or someone who could make food.
He thought for a moment, then brought his coffee and sat in front of Kamishiro Rize.
Then he sighed.
"How should I explain this..." He almost wanted to lay his cards on the table.
Otherwise, being stared at by others was a bit frightening, like being on guard against a thief.
However, Kamishiro Rize looked in the direction Makima had left and suddenly spoke.
"Yuzuki-kun, you know there was a Devil in that group, right?"
"..." Yuzuki thought for a moment: "Yes."
"Then you also know about Ghouls, right?"
Yuzuki nodded again: "Yes."
"Then what do you think I am?"
Yuzuki did not answer directly. Instead, he sipped his coffee and frowned, "It's a bit complicated."
How should this conversation continue?
He didn't want a fight or a murder.
Wouldn't it be nice if everyone just ate, chatted, drank, and ordered rooms?
No, wouldn't it be better if everything just went on as usual?