Chapter 109: The Afterparty at 2057 Planklin Avenue

We did not go to a fancy omurice place.

We went to 2057 Planklin Avenue at Higashigotanda, Shinagawa City.

It is 10 PM.

We are the only ones in the restaurant.

I am still wearing my priceless silk dress. Fuji is still in his pristine formal suit.

We look ridiculous.

We are eating chicken nuggets.

"So," Daiki says, shoving a fry into his mouth. He is sitting across from us. "The Emperor is actually pretty cool. He wants me to carry him through the new raid next week. He says he will knight me if we win."

"He cannot knight you, Daiki," Fuji says, dipping a nugget in BBQ sauce. "That is England."

"He can do whatever he wants. He is the Emperor. He has admin privileges."

Toujo is asleep in the corner booth. He is exhausted from his life of crime.

Rika and Hiroto are looking at Hiroto's phone.

"TRENDING NUMBER ONE!" Hiroto squeals. "#RebelPrince and #WarriorQueen! We broke the internet, Angel! My song sales just tripled!"

"You are welcome," I grumble.

Fuji is quiet.

He is sitting next to me. Our shoulders are touching.

He has given up his title. His home. His inheritance.

For me.

And chicken nuggets.

"Are you okay?" I ask him quietly.

He looks at me. He has ketchup on his cheek.

It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

"I do not know," he admits. "I feel light. I am terrified, but I feel light."

"Your dad is going to be super mad tomorrow."

"He is super mad right now," Fuji says. "My phone has vibrated so many times it fell off the table five minutes ago."

We both look at his phone on the floor. It is still buzzing angrily.

"We should probably answer it eventually," I say.

"Tomorrow," Fuji says.

He picks up another nugget.

"Tonight we feast."