252: Message Raid

"Hmm, I suppose it's inevitable—there just isn't any information that directly targets their weak point."

"Yes, you're right. If such information existed, someone would've addressed it long ago. So, I suppose it's just unavoidable."

Several days had passed since the intelligence unit began gathering information at the library.

But after the second day, there were no notable results, and the effort ultimately came to an end.

"I'll have to head to the Imperial Star Vanilla Side's mod research institute tomorrow to assist with the installation of the 'Hetero Water Mirror'... I suppose time's running out?"

"Yes, let's call it quits for now. We can't use 'I'm too tired from the royal tea gathering' as an excuse anymore, and there'll be other things to attend to tomorrow anyway."

"Huh... the intelligence unit's section was honestly quite easy, but this is the end of the line, isn't it?"

Well, unfortunately, time's up.

Starting tomorrow, Dr. Mizeon will head to the mod Research Institute and will be involved in removing noise from the 'Hetero Mirror,' the reason she was summoned to Teisei Vanilla City.

From the look on Dr. Mizeon's face, it seems she's gathered various important pieces of information, so noise removal should be feasible.

In any case, the security at Mod Research Institute is either on par with or even exceeds the level of direct escort we’re providing, so our duty to guard Dr. Mizeon here seems to be coming to an end.

As for us… it all depends on Viridiana now.

If Viridiana still wants to keep investigating, we could continue gathering information at the library, but judging by her tone, that doesn’t seem possible.

Something’s going on.

"Ugh... again?"

"Again?"

"Again, huh?"

"Looks like it again."

"Again? Then, Satā-sama."

"Yeah, please. Memoqshi."

That aside.

Right now, I have one problem.

It's the overwhelming number of emails arriving at this information terminal.

The contents of these numerous emails, sent through the article I wrote, can be broadly categorized into three types.

One is pure feedback—honest reactions regardless of content, which I can accept gladly and find heartwarming.

One type is an email request asking me to try our store or products and write an article about them.

Some of these include the writer's personal impressions, and a few even make me think I should find time to take them up.

Another type is essentially spam-like solicitation emails.

In short, they're invitations to abandon Vilijanira and come to us instead, with some even threatening to show me what happens if I don't comply.

Honestly, they're completely unreasonable, so I've had Memokushi handle them mechanically.

I've heard the Vanillagen Route viscount's family is bustling with activity because of it... but oh well, I'll just ignore it.

"Ah... I've never felt so annoyed about being a cosmic monster."

"Baron Lora Lao So, Baron Chatepoon, Baron Dessoka Ha... This whole area is utterly beyond reason. One might even call it shameless."

"Unbelievable, isn't it? Even setting aside the attack incident, how could they possibly think they'd be welcomed as allies with such an approach?"

"I think it'll quiet down soon. Preparations for a complete eradication are progressing steadily."

So, why has the number of emails suddenly increased like this?

It's simple.

The information that I'm an alien monster, and that there's an article written by me, somehow got out—probably from around Prince Synquibirum.

As a result, those who managed to get hold of this information decided to take their chances and sent me a flood of emails.

"Ugh."

"...In a way, this is like challenging me to a fight, isn't it?"

"...Yeah, they're definitely provoking a fight, aren't they?"

"...Perhaps I should just smash a mirror in their face."

Among these emails, the worst ones are those demanding a physical relationship between a man and a woman.

"Would you like to be my lover from the very first move?" they ask. What kind of thoughts are you even having...?

It's not just unpleasant—it's as if they're subtly implying that I'm more attractive than Viridiana, which is why Viridiana's mood visibly worsens. I really wish they'd just stop.

"Satu. You find this kind of thing bothersome, don't you?"

"That's right."

"And ideally, you'd like to reduce it."

"More than ideally—preferably as much as possible. Because of these interruptions, I'm starting to worry I might be missing important emails."

"Ah, I see."

Vilijanira began pondering something.

After a moment, she spoke.

"A memo—there's the royal-sponsored matchmaking ball coming up soon, wasn't there?"

"Yes, indeed. The date is... about a week from now. Since you, Lady Vee, technically qualify, obtaining an invitation shouldn't be too difficult."

"Then please obtain them. Two for participants, two for guards. The four of us—Sata, Memo, Johalis, and I—will go."

"Understood."

What exactly is this marriage-seeking ball?

Well, I suppose they'll explain it later.

"Ah, everyone will be dressed up. We'll silence those fools in every possible way."

"Am I coming too?"

"Of course."

"Got it."

"Oh, Sata, please have the greenhouse staff prepare accordingly as well."

"Why!?"

"As I said. I'll silence every single one of them."

For now, it seems there's no intention to show mercy—or even moderation—toward Viridianiola.

Perhaps, in a way, it would be best for the person in charge to send an apology message right away.

Sata doesn't realize it, but part of the received message appears to have come from the home of Vee's friend.

(In terms of the classification mentioned in the text, that would be the first two categories.)