Luxion himself.
Luxion and Claire were watching footage of Leon’s shuraba at his house.
Claire narrated.
“The Master’s hopeless, huh? He’s half‑giving up, just waiting for you to show up. Sure, that’s noble, but wouldn’t it be better if he tried harder on his own?”
Luxion mused on Leon’s shuraba.
“The situation’s already dead‑ended. The Master’s basically been cornered the instant the match started.”
Claire agreed.
“It’s like Othello where you’ve lost all four corners.”
“Honestly, I’m impressed you managed to create a mess this bad.”
“You’ve got a terrible personality, you know.”
When they checked out the fiancé’s study‑abroad spot, there was a woman and a baby‑crib set up in the room.
Libya and Анжи’s circumstances gave them absolutely no reason not to be angry.
Even if it weren’t Leon, the situation would still be a dead‑end.
Leon’s quick judgment to assess the scene and call on Luxion for help wasn’t necessarily wrong.
But… whether Libya and Анжи would buy that is another story.
Claire grew worried.
“If this ends up breaking off the engagement, wouldn’t that be a problem?”
Luxion paused a moment, then said,
“…If you’re going to write off the Master over something this small, then that’s that.”
“You’re still cold, huh? Testing those two?”
Watching the replay of Leon making excuses and getting scolded over and over, Luxion muttered softly.
“First of all, the two of them have completely forgotten that the Master’s a wimp who can’t even make a move on a woman.”
Claire laughed.
“I was just worried he might get out of hand while studying abroad. Ah, those two are pitiful. But let’s just keep observing the situation. Because— it’s entertaining!”
“You, on the other hand, might be broken.”
The AI‑to‑AI conversation continued.