Blinded by love
"Doesn't your wife seem a little weird?" Franky asked quietly as he watched from afar as Yori taught Anya to somersault, handstand, and cartwheel. It was preparation for the next gym class. It was obvious that the little girl wasn't good at it and had no talent for athletics, but her enthusiasm was undeniable. If Franky had to guess, he would say that before this lesson, her parents had motivated her with a statement, about how every spy had to be able to and know these exercises. On the other hand Yor appeared preternaturally dexterous with the ease of a cat that you wouldn't expect from an ordinary city hall clerk.
"What do you mean?" Loid blinked uncomprehendingly, and Franky wasn't sure if the WISE agent was faking his ignorance, or if he really had no idea what his friend was trying to convey. Fortunately, the public sports hall was actually a busy place, so they didn't have to worry about the girls or anyone else overhearing their conversation.
"How many women do you know who could take down three armed mobsters with one spin kick?" clarified his question. At the same time, he had already resigned to subtle hints and decided on a direct confrontation.
"Pretty much," Twilight guessed calmly.
"And those who can do it and are not our colleagues?" retorted Franky, not forgetting to emphasize the word 'are not'.
"She told me, that she was taking a self-defense class. Not too surprising when before she lived with only her younger brother, whom she cared for, and then alone. Moreover, these days I would recommend such a class to anyone and to people completely outside our profession. Despite the fact that as my wife she is exposed to certain risks, so it's good that she can at least defend herself," Loid pointed out.
"It's one thing to know how to defend yourself, it's another to have skills that match the hard training and years of field experience of the best of us. You fought her in the castle, you had trouble with it and she was drunk. Doesn't that sound suspicious to you? You meet her, just when you are looking for a partner for your cover and she herself offered you a fictitious relationship."
Twilight sighed and ran a hand through blonde hair. "No. Maybe from the beginning," he admitted and his blue eyes wandered over to his wife, who was doing a handstand for her daughter. "We both checked her several times, I even had a tracking device taped to her all day, but we found nothing. Now that I've gotten to know her better, I think I finally understand. She doesn't belong to the secret police and has no idea what Yuri's job is like. She is an ordinary woman, just a little intense. When she does something, she puts everything she can into it. Sometimes she can go to extremes. She agreed to our fictitious marriage just to appease her brother and to have peace of mind from her colleagues at work who were picking on her. Even though our marriage is just a sham, she tries to be the best wife and mother she can be. She even secretly took cooking classes to improve. If she took her self-defense lessons as seriously as she did everything else, I have no doubt it would have gotten her to where she is now."
"It sounds like our cold agent Twilight is blinded by love," his colleague smirked at him. However, Loid didn't answer his teasing. What was he supposed to say? When it was obviously true. He was blinded by love, because what else would lead him to jeopardize the mission and withhold such important information as his wife's true occupation and his daughter's supernatural abilities. Should he have denied it when he was already making a plan in his mind, how he could keep his family even after Operation Strix was over?