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The episode starts with the voice of the narrator: Everyone has a side they don’t show to anyone else. To their friends, their significant others, or even their families. They hide what they’re truly feeling through fake smiles or bravado. and keep their true identities secret. That is how the world keeps up the appearance of outfits and temporary peace.
Becky points at herself, “I don’t really understand why people love keeping secrets, isn’t it tiring?”
“You’re really lucky, actually. Not like we want to hide secrets, but like… we need to.”
“Are those secrets going to cost your life or something?” She tilted her head.
“You will understand soon, Becky,” Sylvia answers, “Many people have secrets that will cost everything in your life. They pretend to adapt themselves to society. If you don’t adapt, you will get left out. And being left out is not allowed.”
The scene flashes with Forgers’ smiles during the explanation. Then, they are sitting at a table, with all of them showing convincing yet fake smiles, with the bodies under Loid’s and Yor’s chairs.
The kids are having goosebumps from the bodies lying down and piling up under their chairs. Though, they never felt horrified at all—it was admiration. They are blown away by the fact that they have gone through trials and missions that put their life at the highest risk, not only to survive but also to serve for peace.
“When I watch the animation, I wonder how I would end up if I didn’t know about the truth.” Damian mutters. Would he help his father achieve his wicked scheme? And would the Forgers endure the same pain they have been trying to avoid for their whole lives?
“Hey, Sy-on,” Anya notices his anxiety and reaches out to him. “It’s okay, at least you know the truth now. Anya is sure she and Becky will support you, just like Ewen and Emile! Papa and Mama will help you too!” Bond swings his tail and pushes his nose towards the boy.
The scene changes to brief flashbacks. In an era in which the nations of the world were waging a fierce war of information just out of sight, two countries were at odds with each other. Ostania, in the east, was secretly plotting to start a war. Westalis, in the West, wanted to put a stop to those plans.
“That’s true,” Yuri comments. “Many civilians always complain about the West, thanks to the old regime.”
“I always hear customers complaining about Westalis,” Franky adds.
“It’s because of the old regime, obviously. During the war, it kept spreading Pro-war and Pro-East messages, as well as Anti-West messages. It manages to convince the civilians that the West started the war. Now, everyone thinks that the West is Pro-war, though it’s the opposite.”
“After uncovering the truth about the Forgers and Operation Strix, I am glad that my father’s regime fell,” Damian confessed.
To keep an eye on the actions of a leading figure in Ostania’s government, Westalis set Operation Strix in motion. The one tasked with this operation is the skilled agent, Twilight. The mission given to the master of disguise with a hundred faces was to start a family. Then, the scene flashes with the scenes when Loid meets Anya and Yor, and how they form a fake family together.
“It’s quite hilarious to know that having a family is a main part of the mission,” Franky scoffs.
“Donovan Desmond is a recluse. It is necessary to form a family.” Fiona added, her tone was completely flat, which made a contrast to Franky’s.
After that, the screen focuses on the building that Loid and Anya live in, with a blue van outside. The van drives away slowly and a familiar figure is shown. It is Yor, with a few boxes besides her.
The bottom right shows the address: 128 Park Avenue, West District, Capital City of Berlint, Ostania.
“So that’s the address,” Becky points at the screen.
“You went to Anya’s place before and you still don’t know?” Anya glances at her.
“Nope, Martha just drives me there!”
Yor examines the building with a small gasp. Then, the door opens and Yor turns to them. Loid walks out the door slowly.
“Is this everything you own?” he smiles.
Yor answers, “Yes.”
“It’s not very much,” He comments.
“Are you judging my sis?” Yuri stares at him with furrowed eyebrows.
Yuri’s question caught him off guard, but he still answered calmly, “Of course not. I am just surprised as the majority of females usually have lots of stuff.”
“Yuri, it’s fine. I only focus on work and assassinations before so I don’t need much clothes and furniture.”
"Fine, only because of sis though. I will never trust you, Twilight," Yuri spat, his voice dripping with venom as he glared at the spy.
“It’s quite elegant for Mrs. Forger to carry less stuff,” Henry nods, “An elegant lady doesn’t focus on possessions.” As he was rumbling, he recalled another person, Martha. “She was an elegant lady. It was truly respectable for her to defend our country.”
Anya, who notices that, whispers to her friends, “Mr. Henderson is praising Mama, then he thinks of Martha!”
“I knew it! Mr Henderson still likes Martha, even though in a platonic way!” Becky squeaks. “Mr. Henderson and Martha were almost together, but the first war broke out, which separated them. When they reunited after a long time, Mr. Henderson had already!”
“Shock!” Anya and Damian put on a comedic face. “Damn, Becky, you almost became Mr. Henderson’s favorite student!”
“I know right? That’s why wars suck.”
“Agreed.”
The scene transfers to the apartment. Yor is taking the beddings out when she blushes red. “Um, Loid… about the sleeping arrangements…”
Loid explains, “We’ll be sleeping in separate rooms, of course. We’ll share one for appearances anytime we have guests over.”
“R-Right,” She is in a mix of embarrassment and relief.
Becky gasps. How can the lovebirds not share the same room? “I dare you to sleep together, lovebirds!” She yells.
“YA! YOU SHOULD SLEEP TOGETHER IF YOU’RE IN LOVE!” Franky agrees.
“H-Hey! We’re not-”
“As the Handler, I order you to sleep together.” Sylvia squints her eyes, and a hint of a smile tugs at her lips. “This is for the mission.”
“L-Loid… Maybe we should sleep together…” Yor’s face is basically red like a tomato now, smokes are coming out of her head.
“YES!! YOU TWO SHOULD SLEEP TOGETHER!” Becky and Anya cheer. Damian chuckles at the hilarious scene. Anya suggests “Now, Bond has a room for himself too!”
“Welcome to Anya’s house!” Anya runs to Yor, raising both of her hands and grinning.
“Thank you for the lovely welcome, Miss Anya.”
The narrator starts speaking again. This house is home to a rather unusual family. The father, Loid Forger, is a psychiatrist. His true identity: a spy. Code name: Twilight. The mother, Yor, Forger, is a civil servant who works at city hall. Her true identity: an assassin. Code name: Thorn Princess. The daughter, Anya Forger. Her true identity: a telepath.
“That’s a nice and elegant conclusion for their identities,” Henry comments.
“You’re right, Mr. Henderson,” Loid nods in agreement.
Becky points at the screen, “It’s really interesting to have a family that doesn’t include a normal citizen!”
“Twilight inviting an assassin as the mother and a telepath as his daughter is really unexpected.” Fiona is also surprised, despite her face not showing it.
“Anya is so happy to have a mama now!” Anya cheers.
“Mama…” Yor blushes again.
“Anya is gonna help.” She takes the smallest and the lightest box.
“It reminds me of her,” Sylvia mutters. She remembers her daughter who died during the war over a decade ago. It has been a long time, and yet she can still remember when she was holding her beloved daughter’s body, and the piles of cement next to her. She loses her family, the loved ones that she cherishes the most. She can’t even do anything about it. It’s just the same as Twilight, or Loid. Hopeless, helpless, and despair. She may be an adult, yet her life is all ruined by war.
“Oh, right. By the way…” Loid turns to Yor from the kitchen. “I had a friend of mine who’s a judge make it so we got married a year ago.” “By that I mean he forged the certificate. Franky with a thumbs up pops out.”
“Not elegant…” Henry mutters.
Loid hears it from nearby and explains, “I won’t try to excuse it, but will Eden Academy accept a family that has just gotten married? I am afraid that’s not elegant in your eyes too. It’s for the mission.”
“But hey,” Franky scoffs, “When did I become a judge? I wish I could become one.”
“In your dreams,” Loid stares at him.
“We can figure out why we lived separately and what to tell your brother later.”
“All right,” Yor replies.
“It would make the school suspicious if we got married just before the interview.”
“I got permission from the Shopkeeper so I feel much better.
“Waku waku!” Loid, Yor, and Anya think respectively.
Everyone chuckles at Anya’s thoughts.
“The only thing you can think of is ‘waku waku’,” Damian comments.
“Waku waku!” Anya cheers.
Father, mother, daughter… These three created this pretend family to further their own ends, and are living under the same roof as they hide their true identity from each other.
“I’m glad that it's not only about the mission,” Loid exhales.
Yor agrees, “And we don’t need to hide our identities.”
“Anya loves Papa and Mama!” Anya cheers, while Bond is barking and swinging his tail.
“I wish my family didn’t have to be so distant…” Damian looks at the Forger family, his heart is swirling with envy.
Anya pats his shoulders and hugs him. “Anya is here. Don’t be scared.”
Damian blushes and turns around.
Anya requests, “I’m going to show Mama around!”
“Once we get settled in, we’ll practice for the interview,” Loid announces.
“That’s too early, Loid. If I were you, I wouldn’t torture her like that,” Sylvia squints her eyes.
“Handler! Just like what I said, I have no experience!”
“This is the kitchen!” Anya turns around and jumps. The kitchen is an open one, with a sink facing the living room, the stove and some cabinets opposite it, and a cyan fridge at the end of the corridor. “Papa is good at cooking!”
“Oh, I see.” She answers cheerfully.
“Guess we have all tried his food, right?” Yor agrees with Anya on the screen. “His food is really the best!”
“It’s better than the chefs in our families,” Damian and Becky praise.
“Papa’s food is the best!” Anya raises both of her hands to cheer.
“This is the toilet. And that’s the bathtub!” She opens the light and points to the bathroom furniture.
“Everything’s so clean.”
Anya takes out the chair and stands on it. She pointed at the sink and bragged. “Anya can wash her face all by herself!”
“You’re such a big girl, Miss Anya.”
“Mrs. Forger,” Fiona raises her eyebrows, “Are these praises genuine?” Fiona suspected, trying to pick on Yor’s every act and trait.
“It’s genuine, of course!” Yor turns to her with a cheerful smile. “I have to take care of Yuri since he was a toddler, and every time he can do one thing, I feel incredibly touched and amazed! Fiona, if you have a child or you have to take care of one, you will know the feeling.”
“I suppose that will do,” She nods.
“What an elegant mother,” Henry mutters.
Anya opens the door to her bedroom. The perspective of the ceiling, her study desk, and drawer is on Anya’s left side, while the pink bed is on her right side. “This is Anya’s room!”
The perspective changes to Yor’s. There is also a bookshelf next to the drawer. The door is open, with a sign written “Ania” on it.
“My, what an adorable room.” Yor praises.
“Wait,” Damian taps Anya’s shoulder. “Why does the sign write ‘Ania’, but not ‘Anya’?”
“Anya sometimes forgets how to write my own name.”
“But- Oh, I guess that’s fair enough.” He wants to object that there’s no way a person can write their own name wrong, but he stopped when he remembered her real age.
Anya climbs over the bed and gets the Chimera doll. “I’ll introduce you to Mr. Chimera.”
“I am Chimera. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She raises the Chimera.
Yor is still smiling genuinely as always, “It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Chimera. I am Miss Anya’s mama.”
“I just realized,” Yuri points at the screen,” Anya, you have had this doll for a long time, right?”
“The scientists gave Anya the doll. Anya has had it since I started remembering things.” She squeezes the chimera doll tightly.
“Not the scientists again,” Franky rolls his eyes.
Damian and Becky squeeze the doll together with Anya.
Anya turns the doorknob and enters Loid’s room. “This is Papa’s room!” Yor leans forward, “So this is Loid’s room…”
Anya closes the door right after, as she doesn’t want to get in trouble. She points to the door between hers and Loid’s. “This is your room, Mama.” She opens the door. “Come in, Mama.”
“I’m glad that you didn’t explore my room,” Loid remembers what happened in previous episodes.
“Anya doesn’t want to get kidnapped again,” She sighs, while scenes of the kidnapping flash in her mind.
“Why, thank you.” She walks into her new bedroom. “So this is my…” She examines the environment. The desk is in front of the door, with a bed next to it, facing the window and its head is at the door’s side. A red chair and a small nightstand are next to it. Yor looks at it with admiration, her old bedroom is way simpler than this.
“What a lovely room,” she cheers.
“I approve of sis’s room, it’s her type,” Yuri nods and gives a thumbs up.
“No problem-”
“Of course,” Sylvia interrupts, “He actually investigates your favorite type of rooms and furniture. I bet he even sneaks into your old apartment when you’re assassinating.
“Loid, did you?”
“Of course I didn’t! That’s a preposterous statement, Handler!”
Sylvia explained, “It was just a joke. Learn to make a good one, Twilight.”
“I’m glad you like it.” Loid walks in with a box of Yor’s belongings. “This should be everything.” He puts down the box and lowers himself. “Is the furniture arranged to your liking? I also cleaned a bit.”
“Yes, everything is wonderful.”
Yor teased, “It’s not ‘just a bit’, y’know? I bet he cleans it for the whole day.”
Loid defends himself, “Not a whole day! Maybe half of the day, I suppose.”
“Ya, that makes NO difference,” Becky shakes her hand.
“Anya helps to clean, too!”
“Really? Thank you so much.” Yor turns to the little girl.
“Is Anya a good girl?” She asks while turning to Loid.
There’s a flashback when Loid and Anya were cleaning the room. Loid is sweeping the floor when Anya accidentally spills a bucket of water. “All you did was tip over a bucket of water.”
“Shock!” Anya’s eyes and mouth widen in a comedic way.
“It is unrealistic to order a toddler to sweep the floor, Twilight,” Franky complained.
“I guess I am sorry for not knowing that she is just four,” Loid gave up on explaining.
Yor can’t help but chuckle at the scene. “This is such a lovely room. I don’t know what to do with myself.”
“What do you mean?” Loid slips out a smile and reassures, “Please make yourself at home. Actually, this is your home now, so make yourself comfortable.”
“Thank you.” Yor smiles with a slight blush.
“I’ll come get your boxes once they’re empty.” He walks out of the room. However, the empty boxes all appear at the door in a few seconds. Anya shifts and gasps a few times.
Yor leans her head out of the room. “Loid, I’ve got everything put away.” Loid is taken aback for a millisecond, then turns back with a smile as usual. “You’re quite efficient.”
“What a cool skill,” Becky gasps. “I wish I could pack all my bags in a minute.”
“Ewen and Emile always throw their stuff to who-knows-where, and they end up spending a long time tidying their stuff up. I swear they have to be like you.” Damian praises while complaining about his friends.
Ewen and Emile refuted, “We already tidy our things up, Lord Damian! And I am sure Becky is worse with her 1000 designer bags!”
Becky answered, “I have a whole room for my bag collection so shut up!”
Loid was teasing Franky when the kids were bickering. “I know right. Franky, your stuff is nowhere cleaner than Anya’s, so you two better learn from Yor.”
“Shock!” Anya and Franky shared the same dumbfounded look.
The scene changes to Yor’s bedroom again. Loid enters the bedroom and immediately turns to the photo of Yor and Yuri, while Anya also walks in.
“Oh, yes.”
“You said he’s also a civil servant?”
“Yes. He seems quite busy lately, so I’ve only spoken to him on the phone.”
Feeling upset, Yuri leans quickly to Yor, “I’m so sorry sis, you know I just got the promotion.”
“Ah, don’t worry Yuri!” Yor chuckles and gestures her hand to calm Yuri down.
“Of course, you are working in the SSS.” Loid mutters. He wants to tell Yor at first, but he figures out that his identity will be exposed eventually, so he decides to keep it.
“Unkie works in the State security service!” Anya flexes in front of her friends.
“Holy- So your parents aren’t the only ones that hide a huge secret, huh?” Damian scoffs.
“I feel quite bad for Mrs. Forger to be honest. I’m sure she kills people so that her brother doesn’t need to do this stuff, but he still ends up…” Becky sighs.
“It seems you two are quite similar.” He comments. “I should probably introduce myself to him once Anya’s entrance exam is over.”
“Um, Loid. About that…” She then avoids eye contact and looks to the side instead. “I don't have anything suitable to wear to this interview…”
“Then let’s go to the tailor today.”
“Thank you very much.” She is quickly relieved.
“You finally did something good,” Yuri nods. Loid squeezes his eyes, unsatisfied with the word ‘finally’.
“Stop picking on Loid, Yuri!” Yor scolded.
Meanwhile, Anya spots a small box that reads “bedroom 1”. She turns to the box and reaches out her hands to pick it up. “Helping, helping…”
Yor hears the sounds from the box and quickly sprint to Anya, trying to stop her from picking the box up. “M-Miss Anya, I’ll take care of that!” “I have my work weapons and poisons powerful enough to kill an elephant in there.”
“Queek!” Anya looks a bit terrified by her thoughts.
“I wish I could create a poison that can kill an elephant,” Damian whispers, though most of them can hear it.
“And test it on an elephant,” Anya suggests with a smirk.
“It’s inelegant to kill an elephant for no reason!” Henry yelled.”It has done nothing to you!”
Becky exhales, “Well, maybe not an elephant, Anya. Oh! Maybe we can test it on the terrorists!”
Henry coughed and berated, “Terrorists deserve imprisonment but it is still an inelegant and reckless act to test poison on them.”
“Can I get you something?” Yor is now in the kitchen, preparing drinks for the family.
“Some coffee, please. Black.”Loid answers.
Yor is pouring water into a kettle and Anya requests, “Anya wants hot cocoa!”
“With sugar and milk,” Loid adds. Anya answers, “That’s the stuff!”
“Anya loves Mama’s hot cocoa the most!” The girl cheers.
“I prefer tea, but it’s not bad to try one,” Damian is quite curious—he barely drinks hot cocoa.
“Hot cocoa is a really good drink! It’s still winter now, so it’s particularly better!” Becky praises the drink.
“Thank you, Anya,” Yor replies with a smile. “Maybe I can make hot cocoa the next time you guys come here!”
“SURE!”
“Looks like I need to learn how to make the best hot cocoa. Maybe I need to investigate the best cocoa, then the exact amount of sugar and milk for the girl. I estimate that it takes around a week.” Fiona thinks.
Anya shivers. “Not that lady trying to be the new Mama,” she whispers to her friends.
“God damn it,” they think.
The scene is now focusing on the table with two cups of coffee, a cup of hot cocoa, and some delicious cookies.
“They look amazing. Are those cookies homemade?”
“It’s actually my first time making cookies. I just followed a recipe from a cookbook, so they should be decent. I hope you like them.”
“WHAT?” The kids widen their eyes. “FIRST TIME?”
“I’m not lying this time,” Loid chuckles.
“I MUST have the hot cocoa and cookies on the table when I come to your house,” Becky points at Anya’s parents.
“Guess what, I think I’m going with you,” the boy adds.
“Certainly.”
“Thank you,” Yor takes a piece of cookie and puts it in her mouth. “That’s wonderful! You’re really an amazing cook!” She covers her mouth and turns to her husband.
“It’s not that impressive, actually.”
“LIES,” Anya pouts her mouth. “I bet even Sy-on and Becky haven’t seen such delicious cookies!”
“Hmph!” They echo.
“Twilight is a good cook as always.” Fiona murmured softly to herself.
Anya raises her hand. “Anya helped with the cookies, too!”
“Oh, I see,” Yor replies.
Another flashback is shown. Anya is mixing with the flour when she sneezes. “After you got covered in flour and got in my way, you just snuck on some peanuts.” Loid frowns.
“Gawk!” Anya shows the comedic face again, while Yor chuckles like the last time.
Yuri, Damian, and Franky sneer at the scene. Yuri points at her, “Chihuahua girl, you really can’t do anything.”
“HEY! ANYA CAN HELP NOW!”
“It’s true, Yuri. Anya helps with our dinner a lot now.” The lady pats her head.
“That’s good to hear,” Sylvia replies before Yuri can.
“Helping your parents to cook is indeed elegant, Ms. Forger,” Henry praises the little girl. He always has a slight basis for the Forgers.
“Thank you, Mr. Henderson,” Anya claps her hands.
Loid reminds Yor and Anya, “Once we’re settled in, let’s begin.”
Loid is now fully dressed in his usual, formal suit. He wears a pair of glasses, with styled hair. “Eden College is one of the most prestigious schools in the country. During the interview, not only will the child be evaluated, but so will the parents. They will be evaluated on their social standing as well as how cultured they are. Understood?”
The perspective changes as Loid is back-facing the screen. Yor and Anya are facing the screen and sharing a serious expression.
“That’s a bit too formal, Loid,” Sylvia reminds him. “You shouldn’t press your wife and daughter like that.”
“Sis and Chihuahua girl are stressed because of you!” Yuri frowns.
“I apologise about it, okay?”
“Now, let’s start the questions. First, please state your name and address.”
“Anya Fo…Fo…Horger. Address?” She raises her eyebrows.
“The place we’re at right now.”
“This is Anya's house!” She smiles.
“That’s true,” Franky comments.
“Though I know what address means, that’s a fact, she’s at her house.” Becky nods repeatedly.
“That’s not what I meant.” Loid frowns in annoyance. “Er, so, Miss Anya… How do you spend your days off?”
“Papa orders me to stay home, so I have to watch TV all alone.”
“Again, true,” Franky scoffs at Loid, who is holding an annoyed look at him.
Damian agrees, “Mr. Forger, Anya can’t be blamed for saying the truth out.”
Now, wait a second. That makes a terrible impression.” He thought to himself before turning to Yor. “Madam?”
“Yes?”
“Why did you choose Eden College, and how do you plan to pass this exam?”
“How do people usually pass? Um, pass, passing…” She thinks of another meaning of the word.”Perhaps because of cardiac arrest, or excessive bleeding?” The scene zooms to Anya, who is holding a shocked, petrified expression. “Or compound fractures throughout the body?” Yor continues.
“I am always curious about how Mrs. Forger can know how to answer anything related to assassination, but not for all the things besides it,” asked Emile.
“I only received an elementary school education and the training, that’s why,” Yor exhales.
“But to be honest, the training is quite professional, considering that such topics are being taught,” Damian puts his hand under his chin.
Franky continues, “True. I had seen that Eden Academy only covers this in grades 9-10 biology. The answer sounds basic but that’s not all the things you know, right?”
“Indeed…” Yor nods slowly and hesitantly.
“So, that means other schools won’t even cover this at all,” Henry adds, “Eden Academy covers the knowledge that is usually taught in university during grade 10. I’m sure that you’re an expert in biology, maybe chemistry as well.”
“Well, although I don’t know why we are discussing this, thanks!” Yor chuckles with confusion.
“Anya wonders what is taught at grade 12,” She shivers in fear while whispering.
“Kill me now. Next question. Could you describe your parenting methods?”
“Huh? U-Um… Strike first to be victorious?” She looks at the corner, then turns to Loid.
“ELEGANT!” Unexpectedly, Henry is the one who shouts first. “Strike first to be victorious! This is indeed true in society. If we don’t strike first, we will lose the best chance. Truly elegant, Mrs. Forger.”
“That’s not what I truly meant…” “Well, glad to hear that, Mr. Henderson!”
The others stare at him with confusion.
“Mr. Henderson is truly a bit weird…” Anya chuckles in a monotone. Her friends nod in agreement, while Bond agrees by barking.
“I’m amazed her brother turned out to be a decent human being.” Now, the screening is focusing on Loid, who feels desperate about the horrible situation.
“I’ve been a spy for over a decade. I’ve completed countless missions, yet only now do I find myself losing heart. This is pointless. There’s no way we’ll survive the interview at this rate. Let’s give up on getting her into that school.” He stands up and backfaces Yor and Anya.
“I have always wondered one thing,” Damian smirks. “Do you always have to affirm yourself as the best spy in the West? I see you always have a daily reminder.”
“Anya remembers that when we’re on the cruise, Papa stands at the balcony and thinks ‘I am Twilight, the best spy in the West’. Anya finds it funny.” Anya intimates Loid’s thoughts.
“I used to do that rarely, but facing you makes me need to affirm myself.”
“Oh.” Anya looks out of the corner of her eye.
“Kids have surely made people stressed,” Yuri and Fiona think.
“Loid! Please remember your late wife’s wishes!”
“Clearly, we weren’t ready for this mock interview yet.” “All right, let’s go out for a bit.” He announces. “Let's broaden our horizons, become versed in what is normal for an upper-class family, and make sure that we’re all on the same page.” He explains, while the scene zooms out to the neighborhood.
“Wow, finally another good decision, Loid,” Sylvia praises with a grin.
“Even Mr. Forger, who is under a lot of stress due to his inexperience in taking care of kids, can still make his time, huh? He’s a spy and a psychiatrist, and he is extremely busy. My father has no excuse for not spending a minute with me at all,” Damian frowns and his face falls.
“Sy-on,” Anya holds his hand tighter, “Are you okay? Anya knows that Sy-on’s father is not a good one, so I want to ask you.” She doesn’t even need to read his mind.
Damian holds her hand back. “I’m okay.” He lets out another genuine smile to her.
“More lovebirds,” Becky thinks while Anya is focusing on comforting the boy.
The Forgers are having an outing now. “We’re on an ooting, an ooting, la, la, la, lah!”Anya cheers while walking like a soldier.
“You mean ‘outing’.” Loid corrects.
“I will apply for a change in the Ostania dictionary. It should be ‘ooting’ instead,” Becky slaps the chair.
“Are you serious?” Damian raises his eyebrows.
“Of course!”
“Those kids are mature and immature at the same time,” Yuri sneers.
Sylvia and Franky grin at the comedic scene.
“Wanna hold hands, Mama?” Anya reaches her hand out to Yor. She is taken aback for a second, then she obliges. “I-If you don’t mind.”
“Thank goodness Anya’s taken a liking to her. The plan is set.” Loid puts his hand on his head, right under his hat. “After today, we’ll seem like a normal family…no. We’ll be seen as an upper-crust family.
“And now, the Forgers are a real family. It’s not a ‘seem like’ anymore.” Yor speaks as if it’s the end of a story, while holding hands with Loid.
“It’s heart-warming to see Loid change like that.” Sylvia smiles proudly as if she were Loid’s mother. She knows Twilight when he is still a teenager. The family he founded has changed him, from a professional spy who hides his emotions, to a normal man who loves his family fully in heart.
Fiona, is also shocked to see that as his colleagues.
“Remember, a spy mustn’t show their emotions.”
This was a quote from Loid, or Twilight at that time. She has followed till now, but he hasn’t. Seeing him smile around his ‘cover’ family makes her feel uncomfortable.
“This isn’t the Twilight I know.
Meanwhile, Yor is still holding hands with Anya. “Oh… This reminds me of when my little brother was still small and adorable.” The background changes to a gradient from black to purple, implying that Anya has entered Yor’s thoughts. “And that one time I hugged him too hard and ended up breaking two of his ribs. I must be careful.” Anya feels terrified, her eyes widen and her jaw almost drops to the floor.
Anya stops holding hands out of fear and starts running to the back of a bush. “Wait… what? Maybe not…” Yor is a bit hurt by Anya’s sudden action, as drops of tears rolled in her eyes.
“Anya is sorry for hurting Mama!” Anya turns to her mother, her eyes showing guilt.
“Anya, it’s okay!” She pats her head, still being forgiving as usual.
“But not gonna lie,” Fiona catches their attention, “Breaking two ribs is quite terrifying.”
“It’s okay!” Yuri grins cheerfully. “It’s just that my sis loves me too much! I’m truly grateful!”
“Yuri!” Yor flushes in pink out of embarrassment.
“He is blinded by his sister.” Everyone thinks, besides the Briars.
“B-By the way, where are we heading?” Yor turns to Loid, who has stopped next to her.
“I’ve acquired a variety of tickets through my connections at work.”
The scene changes to a theater. The Forgers are attending an a cappella performance.
“I have to admit that it looks boring,” Damian complains. “Meh, I prefer reading history books or playing football.”
“For me, Berlint in Love. Orchestras are not my type.” Becky rolls her eyes when she sees the theater.
“Even the children from upper classes like that don't take a liking to orchestras, huh?” Loid squints his eyes.
“I mean, if you mention this in front of teachers, they will have a positive impression,” Fiona explains. “You two don’t need to worry about school interviews thanks to your family, but commoners like Anya do.”
“Tradition and status are everything at Eden College. We’ll have to experience and get accustomed to the best that life has to offer, and make sure that we don’t slip up if we let our guard down.” The scene is zooming slowly to Loid first, but then it quickly zooms to Anya, who is sleeping in her seat. Meanwhile, Yor is shocked by the grand environment, as the beads of sweat and the smoke from her head show it.
Becky groans, “No seriously, if all three of us were there, we would have fallen asleep together. It’s really boring.”
“Anya doesn’t know why people like watching these things.”
“YOU THREE!” Henry coughs. “These orchestras are traditions and the first class of music and even art! Disrespecting such music is not elegant.”
“Mr. Henderson, we may not be elegant, but no child would love THAT.” Damian turns back at him.
“All right, next.” The place changes to an art museum. “Anya, no yelling while we’re here.”
“ ‘Kay.”
“We’ve experienced first-class music, so now for some first-class art… And you know the rest.” Loid smiles confidently.
“Papa! I can see her boobies!” Anya yells, pointing at a naked painting. “Head’s been choppy-chopped! Body’s been choppy-chopped!”
Franky tries to hold his laugh. “There’s only the head and the upper body.”
“Anya doesn’t understand first-class art.”
“What did I just say about yelling?” He hears a gasp coming from Yor, who is admiring a painting.
The painting is about a guillotine.
“Yor?” Yor is mesmerized by how sharp the knife is. “Y-Yor…?”
“This is definitely a Yor thing,” Loid laughs, as he finally figures everything out about her actions.
“L-Loid!” Yor covers her face. “It’s embarrassing!”
Loid comforts, “No worries, Yor. We know that you are an assassin.”
The scene transfers to a mall with a kids' place. “Anya wants to do that?”
“Drawing? Sure.” Loid turns to Yor. “Yor, why don’t we sit down for a bit?”
“All right.”
“Anya’s house is a big castle.” She mutters while she continues to draw her own fine art. “The boss of the secret organization is Director Chimera. Papa is a spy! Pew, pew! Mama is an assassin! Stabby, stabby, sploosh!”
“Anya… You are actually drawing… that?” Loid looks dumbfounded. “Twilight, you get so relaxed that you can’t decode a kid’s drawing correctly!”
“I bet it sucks.” Damian sneers, then explains before anyone starts getting mad at him, “I mean, if you guys only find out about each other’s identity right before, that means Mr. Forger decoded your drawing wrongly. Unless your drawing was indistinguishable, he should be able to decode it correctly as a spy.”
Becky wants to defend at first, but the boy is correct. “God damnit, I can't even defend you.”
“Anya’s drawings suck.” Anya puffed.
Damian scratched his cheek awkwardly, “No, it’s fine, I am sorry ok?”
When Yor is drinking her cup of coffee, Loid looks at the watch and reminds her. “We should probably get going.” “Yes.” She replies.
“All done!” Anya finally finishes her drawing.
“Anya, we’re going to our next stop.” Loid walks to her.
“Let her drink the coffee!” Sylvia crosses her arms. “Didn’t she just get her coffee?”
“We are running out of time!” Loid defended.
“If Papa and Mama see this, they’ll find out about my powers!” She covers her drawing when Loid praises her, “Wow, that’s quite a masterpiece. There seems to be a pig in a forest.” The scene begins to focus on the drawing, from right to left.
“That’s Mr. Chimera, and he lives in a castle!” Anya corrects.
“See?” Damian points at the screen while facing both of his friends. “Anya, your drawing really sucks!”
“You are really being too harsh sometimes,” Becky complains, “But I think she can be better than this.”
“But Anya was only 4!” Anya defends herself.
“Well, I have no explanations. That is normal,” Damian takes it back.
“I see. I definitely see Bondman there, though. I am right, am I?”
“Yep…” Anya lies, as she is actually writing her father as a spy.
“It’s that spy cartoon you were watching last week. So this witch-looking one must be the princess. That part seems rather graphic. Oh, but that cat is cute.”
“That’s a doggy!”
“I see. Then I apologize.”
“Come to think of it,” Loid takes a closer look at the screen. “Are you drawing your mother and me?”
“...Yep,” Anya chuckles, though not a genuine one.
“I should be glad that no one sees the correct meaning behind your drawing.” Yuri looks at Anya with a mix of relief and contempt.
Anya wipes her sweat as she’s glad that her parents don’t find out her identity. “We’re going to the tailor next.”
The screen changes to the outside of a tailor shop. “Sorry to have you do this on your day off.” Yor apologizes to Loid.
“It’s quite all right. This is something we need to do.” Loid reassures. They’re now inside the tailor. The wall is full of family photos.
“That’s pretty cool,” Franky comments.
“Anya's going-out clothes are so cute! They fit perfectly!” she shouts, while the staff is putting a fabric on a table. “This shop is great! I love it!”
“Why, thank you.” Anya is spinning with a cute, cheerful smile on her face. “This is my first ooting in my going-out clothes.”
“Because you didn’t even buy her ANY clothes during other outings.” Franky stares at Loid.
“Correction, it should be ‘ooting’ instead.” Anya protests.
“Okay okay, I didn’t buy her any clothes, I’m sorry,” Loid nods multiple times.
“Then it must be a day of celebration.” The staff lowers down.
“A day to celebrate this ooting!”
“In that case, we can stop by a photography studio next.”
“Yor, dear. Right this way.” An old lady with a high-pitched voice calls. “Coming!” Yor responds.
“She looks cute- WAIT! No no no she’s not, we’re just friends,” Damian Denial Desmond is still in Denial.
Now, the scene is focusing on Yor and the staff. “If you’re looking for a semi-formal dress, I think this color would do nicely.” She unfolds the fabric. “What do you think?” Loid slowly walks to them at the same time as the old lady asks.
“I’d honestly prefer a black or red dress.”
“Really? I think this would look nice on you, Yor. Then how about this?”
“Judging from her lack of luggage, I thought she had no interest in clothes.”
“But other colours look great on you too, sis!” Yuri chuckles. “And Lottie, my sis of course has taste in clothes! Don’t you dare judge her.”
“It’s just inferring, Yuri!” Yor tries to calm her little brother down. “I do like other colours, but I need these colours for assassinations.”
“Well, ya sure,” he answers, “But sis, if you need a dress for assassinations, I can buy you one!”
“Oh my, thanks Yuri!” Yor chuckled.
“I see you’re particular about matching colors.”
“No… I wouldn’t say that.” She is taken aback by Loid’s comment.
“This color’s lovely, but I’m worried that blood spatters would be too noticeable.”
“Shock!” Anya is horrified by Yor’s thoughts again.
“I think it’s fine, Yor,” Loid reassures. “I’m sure blood can get washed off pretty easily, and it’s not that noticeable..”
“But I always sense blood on my dress! And people will see it!” Yor shakes her head.
Loid holds her hand, “As long as the colour is dark enough, people won’t suspect it. Additionally, you can bring another cloth to cover it.”
“Will that be too suspicious?”
“Ofc not, sis. No worries.” Yuri grins and pats her shoulder.
“That sounds good, then.”
The Forgers leave the tailor, leaving the two staff that are standing outside. “Looks like Yor finally found someone nice.” The staff member with glasses says.
“Hopefully they will last. Having a child already is an instant no for me, though.” The other staff member answers and goes back to the shop.
Becky slaps the seat, “Hey, is that a little bit too rude?” She frowns.
“It’s pretty normal, Ms. Blackbell,” Henry coughs and continues to explain, “I appreciate Mrs. Forger’s elegance, but finding a woman who doesn’t mind having a non-biological child is difficult. I’m sure Ms. Forger would’ve found another home way earlier otherwise.”
“Ohh…” She lowers her head.
The scene changes back to the Forgers. “Looks like the extra outfits will be ready by the interview, too.” Loid comments.
Yor blushes for a bit. “I’m so sorry to have you get so many.”
“Well, you look nice in color besides red and black. We’ll be going out more often, too.”
“Ootings! Ootings!” Anya cheers. Loid continues, “You’re a regular at that shop, aren’t you? I’m sure we’ll continue to shop there, so next time, we should tell them we’re married.”
“Oh, right,” Yor frozen, the corner of your mouth barely tugging her lips. She clearly forgot about that.
“I mean, it’s pretty obvious,” Franky comments while shifting himself into another pose.
Damian squints his eyes, “But what are the extra outfits?”
"Papa bought 4 different clothes for 4 outfits in total for the interview,” Anya smirks.
“Twilight is always that careful and perfect. I love you, Twilight.” Fiona stares at Loid with love.
Loid inhales sharply, “I feel like someone is staring at me.”
They arrive at the Photography studio and the family photo is displayed. Loid is standing in the middle with his usual expression, while Yor is sitting on the chair next to Loid with a nervous face. Similar to Anya, except she is standing on Loid’s other side.
The screen blackens and lights up with a political appeal. Civilians and reporters are gathered, with the members of the National United Party as the host of the appeal.
“We, the Nationalist Party, believe that there is a road to peace with the West.
“Suspicious…” Damian holds Anya’s hand a bit tighter. “I feel like there’s more behind it. It’s not only an appeal about promoting peace, right?”
“Correct,” Sylvia’s eyes sharpen, “You will see.”
Many citizens are protesting against their words.
“You moron!”
“Kill all the bastards in the West!”
“Continuing to treat Westalis as the enemy will do us no good.” The politician continued.
“Patriotism is also important within Eden. I’ll need to make sure she’s knowledgeable about politics and history, as well.”
“Piss off, traitor!”
“Gimme money, gimme money, gimme money…”
“Those bastards killed my family!”
“Get lost with the pleasantries!”
“First I lost my job, then my home!”
“Kill all the shitheads in the West!
The East did nothing wrong!
“What the heck?” Becky gasps. “The appeal has failed, hasn’t it? The citizens are really mad.”
Sylvia lies back and clicks her tongue, “That’s what they want. They continue to make appeals so that the citizens can remember the West. Damian, if someone keeps opposing your opinion and expresses their own opinion that you dislike or disagree with, how will you feel?”
The boy thinks for a few seconds and figures out the meaning behind it. He snaps his finger, “The perfect answer is to reflect if I am wrong. However, most people will only stand by their opinions more, especially if the one disagreeing with you is the government. The party understands that and uses this to trick people? Most citizens now always manage to find things to disagree with because there is a bias. They distrust the government. So, when the government promotes peace, they will always disagree with it. They will support war instead, and that’s what they want.”
“You’re really smart and talented,” Sylvia compliments. “He has a lot of potential.”
“Anya doesn’t understand,” Her eyes are spinning.
“Well…” Fiona thinks of a simple explanation. “The people act like they want peace, but they want war. And they trick people into being more warlike?”
“Hmm…” Anya’s mind is not that good at processing information fast, but she can eventually do it with enough time. “So, this appeal is for tricking people?”
“Correct.”
Anya frowns a bit as she finds her head feeling dizzy. She becomes unable to stand still and ends up leaning towards Loid. “What’s the matter?”
“Anya doesn’t like places like this…” She struggles for a bit when answering.
“Sorry. Maybe this was a little scary for you.” Loid holds Anya as both of them lie down. Yor suggests, “Let’s go rest elsewhere.”
“I mean, I am also afraid of huge crowds speaking at the same time.” Becky leans towards Anya.
“You know what, I am forced to get used to it. I am also afraid of it, but differently,” Damian remembers his so-called ‘fangirls’ who wanted to be friends with him for status and money.
“Go back to your Western masters!”
“Damn it!”
“You pig!”
“You stupid baldy!”
Anya clearly looks incredibly disturbed by their thoughts. All of them are filled with anger and rage, which makes them sound even louder. She clutches onto Loid’s shirt. After escaping from the crowds, she feels clearly better. “Papa, Anya is hungry.”
“Huh? Are you all right or not?” Loid is confused by Anya’s sudden request.
“Come to think of it, I’m a little hungry.” Yuri hasn't been eating since last night, and the sounds coming out of his stomach clearly expose him.
“Here’s the popcorn,” Becky hands a big pack of popcorn to him.
The scene switches to a restaurant. Anya picks up the peanuts from the dish.
“No, Anya. Don’t just pick the nuts off the top, and don't eat with your hands.” Loid orders.
“Anya, why do you like eating peanuts so much?” Becky’s eyebrows raise, confused at her obsession with peanuts.
“Hmm…” Anya looks at the ceiling, then slowly replies, “Anya got peanuts when the experiments ended, that means Anya wouldn’t have another experiment for a while.”
“How long… do you mean by a while?”
“Anya forgot. A few hours?”
Their blood boils. Can they only get to rest for a few hours after an experiment?
“This is unacceptable and brutal.” Yor covers her mouth.
“I am breaking the goddamn facility.” Loid mumbles.
“Ms. Forger, I genuinely apologize for whatever happened to you. These scientists are inelegant and unforgivable, they should pay for what they did for a lifetime.” Henry lowers his head.
“No, no, it’s fine. Anya only hopes the others are okay.”
“Oh, ya, forgot some other children are being tortured, too.” Damian thinks.
Meanwhile, Yor is admiring the sharp knife. Her blush shows the bloodlust again.
“And Yor, uh… Hmm…”
“I’ve been a spy for over a decade. I’ve completed countless missions, yet once again I find myself losing heart.” Loid looks even more hopeless than before.
“How many times do you have to repeat ‘I've been a spy’ or ‘I am Twilight, the best spy ever’???” Franky scolds him with a mix of actual anger and satire
“I had to do it when facing them! They were such troublemakers!”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, LOTTIE?!”
“NO, YURI! I LOVE THEM, JUST NOT AT THAT TIME!”
“S’all good. Papa.” Anya wants to comfort him.
“What is?”
” Yeah, I definitely picked the wrong child.” He holds his head using his hands.
“Shock!” Anya puts out a similar comedic face while chewing the nuts.
“And now, what do you want to say?” Sylvia chuckles.
“Well, I regret saying that.”
“It’s inelegant to say that, Mr. Forger,” Henry holds his cane. Meanwhile, Bond is also protesting by barking.
“Okay, I picked the right child, and I am genuine. Is this okay?”
Yuri scoffs, “Not really-”
“Anya trusts Papa!” She cracks out a huge smile. “Papa is not lying.” Feeling surprised, Loid turns to his daughter. Anya responds to his action with an even larger grin.
“Anya…” he embraces his arms. “You’re really my daughter.”
“Anya is always Papa’s daughter!”
“Now you say it, Yuki,” Loid points at Yuri, eyes rolling out of annoyance. “Even my telepath daughter says that I am being genuine, what do you want to say?”
“I AM NOT YUKI!! WATCH YOUR MOUTH!”
“Papa is so dumb, he thought Anya read his mind.” Anya whispers to her friends.
“For real,” Damian replies with a sigh, showing his hidden jealousy.
Loid is in his ‘storm’ again. “No, this is all because I was expected to rely on others. I shouldn’t have put the key to success in the hands of others, let alone civilians. Predicting every possible situation, preparing for it, and acting from a carefully laid-out plan. Which means that I need to list every possible question the interviewer can ask, then have these two memorize the perfect answers to go with them.”
“That sounds pretty challenging,” Becky gasps at the thought of predicting all possible situations. “Do spies have to do that a lot? I want to have the ability but it sounds difficult…”
“Not really,” Fiona responds, “I think that's advanced training. However, if you want to be a professional spy, I am sure that’s needed.”
“If all these fail, make sure I can back them up-”
“Um,” Loid’s brainstorm breaks, then his attention switches to Yor. The scene switches the focus to her. “Why don’t we go get some fresh air?”
“I really have to get some fresh air if I have to overthink that much,” Franky glances at the overanalytical man.
Anya blinks her eyes, “I also hear many things from Sy-on, too. I don’t know what he thinks. It’s either calling me ‘ugly’ or ‘cute’, or probably something about ancient civilisation.”
His face becomes a tomato, but he still tries to avoid the topic. “Haha… Ya, I like ancient things!!”
“HOW?” Anya turns to him in shock.
“Anya, he literally prefers reading a book about Greek civilizations to the ones about politics. I don’t really understand why you want to become a politician AT ALL.”
“Because my family is like that!”
“But Sy-on, do you like politics? Anya doesn’t even recall you reading a book about it! You always say you want to, but Anya thinks otherwise.”
“I- It’s not like I have a choice, anyway.” He backs down from the argument. Anya notices his sudden change of mood.
“W-Well, it’s okay, Sy-on.”
They went to a park far away from the buildings. Anya and Loid are admiring the scenery while taking a break from all the activities, while Yor is glad that they enjoy it, as she is the one that introduces the park to them.
“The people look like bits of trash from up here,” Anya comments.
“Where did you get that from?” Loid asks with a flat tone.
“Anime.”
It was a round of chuckles.
“I mean, humans do look like trash,” Franky scoffs.
The scene zooms out to the park. “I had no idea there was a park like this on the outskirts of town.” Loid comments.
“I don’t come here that often either, but I wander over here when I’m exhausted from work.” She turns to the view. “Thinking about how the work I do helps everyone in this city encourages me to work together.”
“I admire this mindset. Very elegant,” Henry appreciates. Yor nods at him with a smile, feeling glad and embarrassed at the same time towards the compliment.
“I wish I could help the civilians when I grow up,” Damian mumbled. “That’s why I want to become a politician. But that is not my main reason, I only wanted to follow my father's footsteps, that's really all. What do I want to become?”
“Hey, Sy-on,” Anya tilts her head, looking at the boy, and holds his hand. “Anya believes Sy-on can find what you want to do.” The others look at Anya with confusion, then smile and return to the screen as they know it is probably about the thoughts.
Damian wants to stop Anya from holding his hand, but eventually ignores it. “Thanks…” He thinks. She replies with a wider smile, which makes him blush (again).
She suddenly seems to realize something, “Oh, this place must be awfully boring! I’m terribly sorry!”
“Anya likes these places better than crowded places!”
Yor is relieved. “Oh, that’s wonderful!”
Loid begins to examine every civilian on the street, from the old woman pushing the cart, to the kids chit-chatting and playing football. He looks relaxed by the soothing view, until an incident catches his attention.
Yuri points to the screen, “I think something is going on-”
A man dressed in a black jacket, hat, and glasses runs to the old lady, then he steals the things from the cart and runs away. The victim falls to the floor and shouts for help, “Thief! Someone help!” The civilians nearby gasp at the sudden event.
“Another crime!” Yuri tenses up with anger. “Those goddamn dogs have been damaging this country, where my sis lives!” Bond glares at him, dissatisfied with him for using “dog” as an insult. “Woof!”
“I guess there will be some action scenes about the family trying to catch the thief? I mean, I think it will look cool.” Damian lies back, looking unamused, and scoffs. Anya stares at him, her jaw drops at his ‘Precise prediction’.
“I guess so!” Becky answers. “Another scene about Mr. Forger!”
“The old lady should’ve been more careful.” Loid comments, intending to ignore it. However, Yor jumps from the platform to the street in no time. “You won’t get away with this!” She warns the thief. “Hold it right there!”
“Oh, damn it.” Loid sighs.
“Wow, Loid. Looks like Yor is a lot more heroic.” Franky scoffs at Loid.
“Loid!! How can you ignore this!” Yor frowns, puffing her cheeks at Loid.
“Okay, okay, I am sorry. I didn’t help because I don't want to be the centre of attention after finding out the thief!”
“But that aside, Mrs. Forger looks so cool!!” Becky holds Anya's shoulders and keeps shaking her until she feels dizzy. Damian rolls his eyes, despite his feeling as amazed as Becky.
Yor chases the thief to the alley but he disappears into nowhere. Yor turns around to look at different sides of the alley, and yet you can’t spot him. “I lost track of him.” She decides to take care of the old lady first. “Are you all right, ma’am? Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine. Just a few scratches.” The old lady answers with a grin.
“I promise I’ll catch the thief for you! And I’ll take you to the hospital later!”
“Why, thank you!”
“What a kind and elegant spirit,” Henry thinks to himself.
“My sister is the best!!! She is caring, nice, kind, smart (Author: That’s just a sister filter) and she raises me!! My dearly beloved sister, you are the best!!” Yuri's eyes are locked on Yor's face on the screen.
“Mama…? Smart…?” Anya blinks a few times, puzzled at Yuri's thoughts.
She turns to the platform and just realizes, “I left Loid and Anya behind.”
Meanwhile, Loid, who is carrying Anya, is running to the other side of the platform to examine the pedestrians. “He blended in with the crowd. I’m very sorry, Yor, but you probably won’t be able to find him now.”
“Eh eh, guys. That's Anya's Showtime.” Anya puts a finger on her lips, slipping out a smug face.
Meanwhile, Anya begins to find the thief using her ability.
“Man, I am starving.
“So expensive…”
“Aw, this is so cute.”
“Crap, I’m gonna piss my pants.”
“My feet hurt.”
“That shop worker is so cool.”
“I wonder if there’s a million dalc lying around elsewhere.”
“Oh, I forgot to pay my rent.”
“Man, he’s late.”
“Honestly, this child…”
Countless thoughts continue to pop out as Anya gets a nosebleed from all the thoughts and the overuse of her powers. She slumps over to Loid as her head feels dizzy again.
“Hey, this again?” Anya looks unwell again, as Loid gets the handkerchief to wipe her nose.
“Did you really help?” Fiona is a bit impatient. Damian nods, but then points at the screen, “Wait-”
“Man, that old crone was loaded.” Anya turns around and spots the thief on the street.
“Papa!”
“Whoa, what?” Loid is taken aback by Anya’s sudden yell.
“Anya wants to eat cake!” She points at the bakery. However, that’s because the thief is walking next to the bakery. It’s just a cover.
“That’s a smart way!” Becky's eyes sparkle.
“I mean, you can think of ‘eating cake’ to let your father focus on the thief, who is walking past the bakery. That's a rare smart moment, stubby legs.” Damian looks way more chill than Becky, but he's also surprised at the girl.
“Of course,” Anya's face becomes even more smug, feeling satisfied at the praise.
“We just left the restaurant… wait. He’s…” Loid also spots the thief, who has changed the clothes. Yet, his behavior is the one exposing him.
“He changed his clothes, but it's not so easy to change the way you walk. Don’t think you’ll get away from me.” His eyes sharpen.
“Loid, you're really observant. I can never do that,” Your eyes enlarged at the screen.
“Thanks, Yor.” Loid beamed.
“Loid!” Yor runs back to them. Anya sees her and shouts, “Mama’s here!”
Loid puts down Anya immediately. “Yor, look after Anya for me.”
“I’ll be able to have plenty of fun for a while with this much.” The thief sneers. “First, I’m gonna treat myself to the finest meal and-”
He is interrupted by Loid. He jumps over the bridge, then quickly presses the thief to the ground. The thief passes out, so Loid swiftly takes the purse from his right hand. “A swiftly swine like you deserves nothing more than the foulest meal.” He scolds.
“I don’t even think he deserves the foulest meal.” Yuri sneers. The kids nod in agreement.
“I know right? And also, the jumping scene is absolutely perfect!!” Becky leans forward, almost falling in love again.
“What an elegant act!!” Henry yells. “ELEGANTTTTTTTTO!”
“What’s going on with him,” Fiona glares at the man with annoyance.
“What’s going on?”
“A guy just dropped from the sky.”
The pedestrians gather at the commotion. Loid tidies his suit up and fixes his tie as he thinks ironically, “A spy must not bring attention to himself.” The scene zooms out as more civilians gather at the commotion.
“I don’t like being the centre of attention as well,” Damian complains.
Becky raises her eyebrows, “I thought you liked it?”
“I used to love it. But now, I hate being stared at by everyone unless I get a Stella star.”
“Pardon me. This fellow is a purse snatcher, so please call the police and hand him over,” he explains to the crowd and runs away.
“A purse snatcher?” One of them whispers.
“I am glad that another thief gets arrested.” Yuri grins, but only to his sister.
The scene is back to Yor and Anya, then to the hospital.
“Thank you for escorting me all the way here.” The old lady thanks the family. “I had money to get my grandchild a gift in my purse. Thank you so much, you were a big help.” The old lady shakes Yor’s hand dramatically.
“Oh, actually… The one who got it back was me, um. husband.” Yor credits Loid for it.
“If I were her, I would get the purse back in no time, and Twilight doesn’t even have to help me.” Fiona grits her teeth secretly. “Twilight shouldn't have to waste his time catching a dumb thief. I will do it for him.”
“Yor, you also help me, don't discredit yourself.”
“But you are still the one getting the purse back!”
“Yor, you still help me. And I wouldn't even try to help if you hadn't reacted first. As a spy who aims for peace, ignoring this is disrespectful towards my job.”
“No, if you weren’t there, Yor, I wouldn’t have even gone after him.”
“Thank you so much. What a fine gentleman you are.” The old lady holds Loid’s hand and shakes it dramatically again. “Er, again…”
“The old lady is a bit too enthusiastic,” Sylvia smiles, though almost invisibly.
“Indeed! I mean, they are the ones who get your money back!” Becky nods. “I wish I could save the day like that! It's such a shame that we can’t get famous for the hijacking.”
“Same.” Damian echos with his friend in his mind.
“Maybe a bigger incident will happen again soon, and we can be the heroes!” Anya is very interested.
“Hero who casts no shadow, the great deeds you and your fellow agents do shall never see the light of day.” The scene changes to WISE headquarters for a few seconds. And yet, now, his good deeds can see the light of day.
“Thank you.”
“I guess… receiving thanks every once in a while wouldn’t hurt.”
“Papa is a tsundere.” Anya thinks.
“So is our tomato boy!!” Becky scoffs.
“HEY!! I AM NOT!!” Damian protests.
“I didn't say it's you!”
“Oh.” He blushes in deep red, covering his face with the back of the seat.
“Thank you, Yor.” Yor turns to him while the old lady is shaking her hands. “Today was a nice change of pace.” His eyes become a lot more relaxed than usual. “Now, I’ll be able to work hard again.”
Yor flushes in pink, feeling great about the sudden praise from Loid.
Anya looks at Yor, then Loid. “Papa and Mama are flirting.”
“We’re not!” they defend.
“Aww, this is definitely flirting!” The kids say in unison.
“We're not!!”
“You two are already married, why bother with denying that?” Franky sneers, squinting his eyes smugly.
Sylvia sighs, “Like the little girl said, stop being a tsundere.”
“Handler!”
Bond barks in excitement, showing full support for the married couple.
Meanwhile, Fiona lies back and stays silent, the poker face remains. However, her eyebrows furrow in jealousy and envy. “I can be a better wife, Twilight.”
“Does Anya get a thank you too?” She asks the old lady.
The scene zooms to the old lady. “Well… I guess we did find the thief because you were hungry again.” Loid answers and acknowledges Anya’s contribution. “Good girl.”
“Heh, Anya wasn't hungry, she did that purposefully.” The girl crosses her arms, feeling proud of herself.
“Anya has done a great job!” Yor pats her head gently, without using any strength.
The old lady chuckles. “My, what a lovely family you are.” The Forgers turn to her. “Here’s some candy for you dear.” She hands the candy to Anya, which she quickly accepts.
“Make sure you say, ‘thank you’.”
It is in the evening when they return to the apartment. “The ooting is over!”
“What a long day,” Loid comments.
“I wish my mother could go out with me,” Damian adds. “I never go out with any of my family members.”
“Really?” Yor replies, which aren't in his expectations. “You know, your mother said that she really wants to spend time with you! She thought you would probably want to study more.”
“Really?” He gazes at Yor with surprise. “I thought she didn’t care about me, like my father.”
“Damian…” Yor looks at Loid, it seems like she is looking for permission. After some hesitation, he nods.
“What is it?”
“Actually, I am helping your mother as a psychiatrist. From what I've known, she has a deep burning passion of hatred for your father, and it extends to you when you mention him.”
“Oh!” His eyes widen. “My mother has always been weird when I mention him.” His loathing surfaces when he says the last word.
Yor looks at them and blush out of happiness. “Mama!” Anya shouts. “I want some hot cocoa, please!”
“As you wish.” Yor grins and walk slowly to your new family. The apartment lights up as Yor and Anya change back into their clothes at home.
Loid turns around, “Hey, more importantly, we need to retry this mock interview.”
“You just got back home…” Becky's jaw twitches in amusement.
“Twilight, let them relax more.” Sylvia rolls her eyes, dissatisfied with his parenting.
There’s a timeskip as Anya is ready for the mock interview. Loid begins, “So, Miss Anya, how do you spend your days off?”
“We go to the opera, the museum, and eat at restaurants.”
“Yes! Exactly!” Loid points at Anya and compliments her. “If you’re asked this question, make sure you talk about today.” He looks back at the paper.”Okay, next question. You’ve seen your friend doing something naughty, what will you do?”
Anya hesitates for a second, but she answers without spending too much time. “I’d jump on top of them, beat them up, and make them eat the foulest meal.” She basically copies what Loid just did today.
“You better not do that to me, Anya…” Becky glares at her, her voice trembling. “But, I might consider that when I make other friends in the future!”
“I second this,” Damian does the same as Becky, “If my future friends, or Emile and Ewen do something unforgivable, I will consider that.”
“You act like you didn't bully me before.”
“Um, well, I'm sorry,” He mutters.
“Hmm…” Loid doesn’t scold her as he knows that she learns it from him.”Pretend you never saw that, okay?” He lies back in the chair.
“Yup, this is hopeless. I’m done.” He screams in his mind when Yor puts down the drinks.
Anya stands up and cheers, “Papa, you were so cool!” She is referring to the thief incident.
“Yes, he was,” Yor is putting the drinks on the table when she echoes Anya. Loid blushes out of embarrassment when he raises his head to look at her.
“Be more mindful of your actions next time, maybe even your own mind too!” Franky comments.
“I really have to figure out a way not to let you know about everything.” Loid turns to his daughter.
“GAWK!”
“Hey!! Not like we're going to tell our parents!!” Becky holds Anya's shoulders tighter while she protests at Loid.
“And the secret organizations won't figure out what we know.” Damian joins against Loid as well.
“You curious kids.” Loid gives up.
“Ku-bam! It’s the foulest meal for you!” She imitates as Loid. She runs to get her hot cocoa and sits on the couch right after. She smiles and sips the hot cocoa, “Hot cocoa is the best.”
Becky agrees, “I love hot cocoa!!”
“I prefer tea, but that drink is pretty good,” Damian says calmly. (Author: Reminds me of Dumbledore tbh)
“My, what a lovely family you are.” The words from the old lady pop up in Loid’s mind. He takes a deep breath and leans forward to take the coffee. “I guess if she saw us that way…about one percent of my preparation is complete.” The scene zooms away and stops at the view of their plates.
“So, this episode ends here?” Fiona says.
The screen blackens as the episode ends. It’s showing the preview of the next episode now. Scenes of their interview are shown, such as the preparations and the troubles they get into. The last scene features Loid, who seems to be extremely mad about something and wants to punch someone.
“I wonder how you get in, Anya!” Becky smirks, looking forward to the next episode.
Damian nods, “Since Eden Academy only accepts a few commoners, I also want to know. No disrespect for the ‘commoner’.”
“I say that their performance is indeed outstanding,” Henry comments.
“So, let's start the next episode!” Ewen cheers.
I am glad to hear that all of you have enjoyed the episodes so far.
[Episode 4: The Prestigious School's Interview]