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Interstitial Sea – Part 04

Victorique widened her eyes dramatically, resuming her peculiar dance steps. “I do not need to work, for I am the chosen one!”

“You’re chosen? With so many immigrants here today? By whom, exactly?”

“By her, of course!”

She pointed at the Statue of Liberty. Kazuya raised an eyebrow, straining to hear for a moment.

“I don’t hear anything.”

“She told me earlier.”

“No way.”

“Absolutely true. Anyway, Kujou, since you’re so eager to start a new life, you’d better hit the ground running for the both of us. Because you’re the type who thrives on that sort of thing, right?”

“Huh, I thrive on that sort of thing? What do you mean by that? Oh, I see now, Victorique!” Initially attentive, Kazuya grew increasingly frustrated. “Are you just gonna go back to reading books all day, like you did back in school before the war? You odd, odd Gray Wolf? This is the United States of America.