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Watching the live broadcast on TV, Rimuru almost burst out laughing.
Had something gone wrong? What was supposed to be a press conference marking the birth of Iron Man had been completely thrown off course because of her little "butterfly effect."
When the reporters brought it up, the usually imposing Tony Stark's face turned green with embarrassment.
By the way, she really hadn't meant to steal Tony's spotlight or the headlines!
"The silver-armored war god? That name isn't bad."
Overall, Rimuru was quite satisfied with the nickname the reporters had given her.
As for codenames, she had once considered things like "Blade Knight," "Hero of the Wind," "Freedom Striker," or "Wings of Liberty."
But they all felt a bit… cringey. Now that she had a better one, she didn't have to worry about it anymore.
Just then, Aya's voice sounded.
"Master, you have a visitor."
"A visitor?"
Rimuru looked puzzled. Even though she had been in this world for nearly a month, she still didn't know many people.
When Aya displayed the surveillance feed at the door, Rimuru was momentarily speechless.
What kind of visitor was this? This was trouble.
The person who had come was none other than the famous Black Widow—beautiful, capable, and exceptionally skilled at deception. A dangerous woman.
In the video, she had long hair, wore an office skirt, black silk heels, gold-rimmed glasses, and carried a folder. She looked like an elite white-collar professional.
Truly worthy of being the "face" of the Avengers. Rimuru couldn't help but feel her eyes light up.
But she didn't let her guard down. A woman like Black Widow could lie faster than she could tell the truth.
"Aya, check how many S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are hiding around the villa."
"Yes, Master."
Under Aya's control, all the surveillance cameras in the neighborhood were accessed.
She also deployed miniature drones the size of mosquitoes.
"Master, there are no suspicious individuals nearby."
Only Natasha?
Had S.H.I.E.L.D. changed its strategy, or did they believe Black Widow alone was enough to deal with her?
Either way, Rimuru wasn't intimidated. Friends bring wine; enemies bring guns.
In truth, Rimuru didn't harbor any hostility toward S.H.I.E.L.D.
Although the organization had been infiltrated like a sieve—practically turning into Hydra—most of its agents were still ordinary people who genuinely believed they were protecting global peace and stability.
More importantly, whether it was S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra… what did that have to do with her?
The moment Natasha saw Rimuru, her eyes lit up.
Blue hair, petite figure, delicate features—especially those golden pupils—gave her an innocent and pure appearance.
To be honest, the "alien" Rimuru gave Natasha a surprisingly good impression.
For S.H.I.E.L.D.'s upper ranks, Rimuru's existence was no longer a secret.
Especially after last night, when she fought the Iron Monger in silver armor—her evaluation had risen significantly in the Director's eyes.
Powerful. Mysterious. Dangerous—but not reckless, and she acted on the side of justice.
All of this led Nick Fury to decide on a more diplomatic approach.
To Fury, aliens weren't the problem—as long as they didn't threaten Earth's safety, they could be tolerated.
If S.H.I.E.L.D. could even make use of them, that would be even better.
After all, the Skrulls he had taken in were still his allies.
Natasha adjusted her glasses and smiled sweetly.
"Sorry to bother you. My name is Ivy Timothy. I'm the social services director for this community. Yesterday, I received reports from residents that there are school-age children here not receiving education as required by law, so I came to look into it."
As she spoke, she handed over an ID issued under her "community director" identity.
Looking at the ID, Rimuru sighed inwardly. As expected of S.H.I.E.L.D.—their fake documents were flawless.
But…
What did "not receiving compulsory education" even mean?
Were they trying to force her into elementary school?!
Rimuru suddenly felt a strong sense of malice.
In her previous life, she had nearly graduated from university—and now she was supposed to go back to elementary school and deal with a bunch of noisy kids? Just imagining it made her shudder.
Noticing Rimuru's subtle expression, Natasha pushed up her glasses and smiled knowingly.
As an agent, reading people's emotions was essential—and she excelled at it.
There was definitely something unusual about Rimuru.
That ID had been specially fabricated by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal logistics department. Even officials from the education bureau might not be able to tell it was fake.
Yet Rimuru had only glanced at it before reacting oddly.
That alone was worth noting.
Of course, Natasha hadn't come unprepared to deal with someone like Rimuru.
Hidden in her molars was a capsule containing anesthetic. If she sensed anything wrong, she could bite it open instantly.
Behind her ears were also high-tech patches designed to detect telepathic intrusion—if someone tried to read her mind, they would heat up as a warning.
So far, everything was functioning normally.
Rimuru hadn't used mind-reading on her—or perhaps she simply didn't possess such abilities.
As one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top agents, Natasha had full confidence in her skills. Yet after this brief interaction, she couldn't help but wonder—
Had she made any mistake?
How had Rimuru seen through her identity so easily?
It seemed Rimuru was far more mysterious—and knew far more—than she had expected.
Natasha grew even more intrigued.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?"
"Please."
Rimuru generously invited her inside. Sooner or later, she would have to explain things to S.H.I.E.L.D. anyway.
She didn't want them watching her day and night—or trying to assassinate her from time to time.
[Knowing my identity and still inviting me in… you're quite something. Bold, too.]
Natasha's heartbeat quickened—both nervous and excited.
"What would you like to drink? There's no tea, coffee, cola, or soda here."
Natasha rolled her eyes, momentarily speechless. It was such a low-level joke, yet oddly amusing.
"I'm not thirsty. I'll pass."
"Great."
Rimuru readily agreed. Even if Natasha had accepted, she probably wouldn't have drunk anything anyway.
Agents—occupational paranoia.
"Now, can you tell me your real purpose here… Miss Natasha Romanoff?"
Natasha narrowed her beautiful eyes. Her body tensed instinctively before slowly relaxing again.
"You know far more than we expected. Care to tell me how you discovered my real identity… alien girl?"