“Isn’t this nice, Aza?” Fenrir asks. As much as he wants to call her ‘Azawaza,’ he’s worried that it would ruin the mood that he’s going for. It’s too comedic for what he’s attempting.

“Ye-yeah,” Azalabulia stutters out in response, unable to look up at him. She might be lying with her head on his lap, but her eyes are looking anywhere other than at him.

“You know, it’d be fun to have another one of those battles with you to practice. Having alone time with you where I get to see just how special you are is nice.”

“Y-yeah.”

“And I’m happy that we’re finally over that awkward phase. We were pretty silly, weren’t we? Now we’re fine around each other, though.”

“Y…y-yeah.”

Fenrir looks down at her. From what he can see of her face and her ear poking through her hair, she’s pure red.

Maybe this isn’t working as well as he was hoping it would. If she’s too flustered to say anything, how is he supposed to get the information out of her?

He knows what he has to do.

He has to boost her confidence.

“Maybe you could try teaching me some magic sometime. I mean, everybody can come up with their own type of magic, so it should be possible for you to teach me yours,” he says.

“Re-really? You want me to teach you magic?” she asks.

“I think it could be fun, and it’d be a great way for us to grow even closer. Don’t you think?”

“Y-yeah…”

This is troublesome. The whole point of his plan was to romance the information out of her, but anything romantic just makes her stutter and malfunction.

Is the only way to get the information really going to be by doing that one thing he doesn’t want to do? Sure, it’s fun once he gets into it, but actually forcing himself to get into that is a different story.

Does he really have to go full chuuni again and edgy the information out of her?

“Does that even make sense? To ‘edgy’ the information out of somebody?” Fenrir mentally asks Saya.

“Not really, onii-wan. And I’m trying to watch funny videos. Go give your girlfriend attention,” Saya responds.

“Wait… you’re watching videos right now?”

“Yeah. I’m watching a meme compilation of people getting slapped by their cats. Since I can’t actually slap you, I have to live vicariously through cats like this.”

“Is this what you do while I’m playing and not giving you attention?”

“Pretty much. I mean, I’m able to connect to the internet and do whatever I want as long as it doesn’t involve downloading and installing anything on your computer.”

“Does this mean that my brain is technically watching cat slap meme compilations and storing all of that in my subconscious even if I’m not aware of it happening?”

“You’re aware now, onii-wan!”

Fenrir shakes the idea out of his head and returns his attention to Azalabulia who just so happens to still be blushing and looking away.

He’s really not in the mood to roleplay and chuuni it up.

If this was Cassiel, he’d be able to use his ultimate move that he learned from manga for girls. But, that move would be far too powerful against Azalabulia.

And he would be too obvious if he tried using it against Cassiel.

He knows that he could definitely get the information out of Azalabulia by challenging her to a duel and asking for the information if he wins, but then the girls would know that he must be plotting something.

The whole point is to get the information out of her more organically so that she doesn’t catch on to the fact that the boys are plotting something.

So, going full chuuni is out of the question.

Then it hits him.

Rather than go full chuuni, he does have to go full romance after all. He’s going to use his ultimate move.

He’ll break her to the point where she just has no idea what’s going on anymore.

“Embrace your inner ugly fat bastard and mindbreak her, onii-wan,”Saya says.

“I’m not talking about that kind of breaking, and that’s the last thing I would ever expect you to recommend,” Fenrir thinks back to her.

“I couldn’t resist. Blame yourself since I have your sense of humor.”

Looking down at Azalabulia, Fenrir grabs her by her chin and tilts her head up to look at him.

“We need to have our own special night sometime. Just the two of us. Doesn’t that sound nice, my Azalabulia?” Fenrir asks the flustered girl resting on his lap. “Just imagine it.” Time to use what he’s learned from Nell. “The two of us out on The Shoebill by ourselves. Nobody to distract us or interrupt us. We could watch the stars together while cuddling on the deck, and then when a falling star soars across the sky above us, we’ll both make a wish and look into each other’s eyes. Want to know what my wish would be?”

“H-huh?” Azalabilia asks and gulps.

“I would wish for the moment to never end. I would wish for us to stay together underneath the stars forever.”

What?

Flustered Azalabulia is evolving!

Flustered Azalabulia has evolved into Panicking Azalabulia!

“I-I wh-I uh-eh?” Azalabulia stutters out as her eyes act as spirals and spin around from panicked confusion. One could very well mistake her for a tomato at this point with how red she is.

“I know that you’re the teacher, Aza, but I’ll be the one who teaches you about love and pleasure,” Fenrir whispers.

And then he immediately regrets it.

That sounded so much better in his head.

“Wh-wh-when?” Azalabulia stutters out.

Fenrir blinks a few times.

It’s actually working.

“Whenever you want, Azalabulia,” Fenrir answers.

All he gets from her now are mumbled noises that he thinks are supposed to be words, but he has no idea what she’s trying to say.

“You’re going to have to speak up, my Azalabulia.”

“Th-Thursday!” Azalabulia forces herself to say properly.

That’s two days from now. “How come not tonight or tomorrow?”

“I – I have things to gr-grade toni-ight, a-and tomorrow i-is the girl’s ni-night, so… Th-Thursday!”

Fenrir mentally fist pumps as Saya mentally rolls her eyes at him.

The first phase of Operation: Operation is a success.