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At first, Yor believed that Loid Forger could be a spy.

It was just a passing thought, though. That day, when she scrambled to open her apartment door, what greeted her was a sharply-dressed man with a stylish trench coat. His fedora casted a shadow over his face, hiding his eyes and giving off a mysterious vibe. The gun he pulled out a second later further cemented her belief that Loid Forger… must be a Bondman incarnate.

It couldn't be helped, really. She had just watched Spy Wars with Anya an hour ago, so his appearance immediately reminded her of the protagonist. No wonder his daughter liked the series so much; her beloved Papa certainly looked like her favourite spy.

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Apparently, the gun Yor had unintentionally slapped away was not his, but one of his patients'.

"I'm a psychiatrist," Loid smiled a little tiredly. "One of my patients had a violent episode recently and almost went on a shooting spree. Thankfully, I managed to confiscate the gun before anyone got injured, though I haven't had the time to hand it over to the police."

"Is that so," Yor hummed in understanding. After all, she too had had experience with such patients before. That corrupt congressman pretending to be sick was surrounded by armed bodyguards and he himself was equipped with guns. Violent, indeed. "It must be hard, being a spychiatrist."

"...'Psy', Yor-san. It's 'psychiatrist'."

"Ah! My bad. Anya-san kept mentioning that her Papa is a 'spychiatrist', so the word was stuck in my head."

"..."

For some reason, Loid looked a little unnerved at that.

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"I am truly sorry for kidnapping your daughter, Loid-san."

"It's alright. You did save Anya, so no harm done, really."

"Still, my action must've troubled your wife too."

"Ah… Well, my wife passed away two years ago, so you don't have to worry about that."

"Oh my god, I'm sorry for your loss, Loid-san."

"Thank you. I have come to terms with it, so it's okay."

That truly made Yor feel guilty for mentioning his wife, even more so knowing that he must've been truly worried when his daughter and only remaining family went missing. However, despite that, her traitorous mind reminded her of some things that were not appropriate in this situation. Such as Yuri's comment on her non-existent love life and Anya's sly smirk a few hours ago.

Want a boyfriend? The little girl's words continued to echo in her ears.

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The next morning, hours after the Forgers left her house, Yor went to the city hall for work as usual when she spotted the crack on the wall of the apartment's corridor. It was the place where the gun was embedded. Loid must've taken it out and brought it with him.

Which reminded her of his rather flawless stance when he pulled out his gun last night. Yor was confident she could kill the man instantly should she wish to, but it did come to her attention that Loid seemed to be very experienced in handling guns. Especially so considering that he had claimed to be a psychiatrist.

…Maybe he was a former soldier. Who knows.

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Someone had been following her for the past two days.

Yor thought she was off the radar because no one had ever suspected her. She had always been careful in leaving no witnesses behind, thus no one could even report her to the SSS of her crime. Anya and her father were exceptions, though; Yor couldn't bring herself to kill an innocent child and it was her fault to kidnap someone's daughter to begin with. Did they report her, then?

And this person who'd been following her. Were they an SSS agent? It wasn't too late. The street was desolated enough. Should she kill—

Yor shook her head. She had to refrain from killing outside her assassination job. They hadn't done anything apart from observing her from a considerable distance. 'Shopkeeper' did tell her not to kill suspicious people rashly because that would only bring more unwanted attention to herself. Especially so if she ended up murdering an SSS agent.

So Yor did her best to ignore them and act normally.

Normally.

Normal—

…Wait, what did Millie just say? Was it normal to add boogers to coffee?

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She swore she saw Loid observing her from the roofs that one time, though.

D-did that mean he was an SSS agent?!

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"Is it normal to be followed?"

"By who? A man?"

"Yes."

"Oh, my! You're still single, but I guess you're a catch enough to have a stalker."

"A stalker?"

"Yeah, that's what he is."

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They stopped following her after Anya's second kidnapping, thankfully. And Loid didn't behave differently when he came to fetch his daughter. He still looked as resigned as before.

Yor could breathe a little easier after that.

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The next night, Yor could barely focus on her assassination job because of the phone call from her brother a few hours prior.

'Why did I lie?!' Yor fretted as she threw her dagger at one of the bodyguards. Blood splattered and the man went limp as chaos ensued in the background. Another bodyguard screamed and opened fire at her, only to fall silent when her dagger pierced through his head. 'The party is three days away and I've got no one to go with! I should've known that Dominic-san would also be there with Camilla-san. What if he'd tell Yuri everything? Should I kill—No! What am I thinking, Dominic-san is Yuri's friend! And Yuri's going to get promoted soon. I'm so proud but, he said he's going to hold off the promotion until I get a boyfriend—'

Want a boyfriend? A certain little girl's voice echoed in her head once more and Yor couldn't help but groan in embarrassment.

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Yor admitted she was a little surprised when her next encounter with the Forgers didn't involve kidnappings.

She couldn't help but yelp when she saw Loid standing casually near the counter of the tailor shop. After all, her mind had been full of ' the party and Dominic-san and Yuri and no boyfriend want a boyfriend? ' ever since the assassination job last night. To be faced with the subject of her dilemma so suddenly…

And then, there was Anya. Little Anya, with her sly smirk as if she knew what Yor was thinking.

"Papa," the little girl then nudged her father. "Do it."

"What are you talking about."

"Say it. Anya doesn't want the scruffy-head Mama, so say it."

"..."

Then, Loid turned to her with a serious expression and dropped the bomb.

"Please be my wife."

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Thankfully, Loid also agreed to pretend to be her boyfriend at the party despite the short notice. Didn't stop the two from looking away from each other in embarrassment though.

"...Are you two going to kiss?"

" NO! "

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On Friday night, Yor's home telephone rang.

"Mama," Anya whispered through the phone. "Papa's gonna steal some artworks 'morrow night."

Steal some artworks…? Wait. "But the party is tomorrow night."

Yor swore she could see Anya's smirk when the little girl said her next words.

"That's why, help Papa."

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