There was a commotion at the bar entrance, and he looked up.
A slender man, about 1.9 meters tall, walked in with large strides, followed by a woman.
"Shimizu, you're making such a big deal out of nothing. How could those little girls possibly hurt the most, most, most invincible 'Me' in the entire universe?"
The man had his hands in his pockets and wore a simple white shirt. The half of his face visible under the black blindfold had sharp lines; his high bridge of the nose looked as if it had been meticulously carved by God, and the shape of his lips was flawless. Even without seeing his eyes, the lower half of his face was stunningly handsome.
Combined with his rare snow-white hair, Jeremy couldn't help but stare a few extra times. It turned out those women earlier weren't exaggerating at all. If one had to find a flaw, it might be his gait, which felt a bit... lackadaisical? Looking at him like this, he probably wasn't a model.
"Young Master, have you forgotten the time someone asked you for a photo but was actually strapped with explosives?" The woman with straight black hair cautiously locked the bar's main door. She softened her tone, her expression solemn: "Even if you are the most, most, most invincible in the universe, you must be careful."
She was beautiful but wore a sharp suit, following closely behind the white-haired man, appearing quite petite due to his height.
[Strapped with explosives while asking for a photo?! Is that something you can just say so casually? And why are you saying "most invincible in the universe" with such a straight face like you're soothing a child!]
Jeremy, thrust into the role of the straight man, suddenly realized that these two might be members of their organization. He had just been led astray by habitual thinking because the man was wearing a white shirt. After all, it seemed everyone in the Organization wore uniform pitch-black; sometimes they even relied on that trait to identify each other.
As soon as the newcomer saw the dark-skinned man beside Jeremy, he drawled in a slow, sing-song voice, "Sarelo—sneaking off to drink on the job. Good thing I caught you. How cruel."
"Watch out, or your discipline points will be docked to zero, and I won't give you a year-end bonus, okay?"
Jeremy thought: This guy's blindfold is so thick, how can he see the road?!
Sarelo's mouth twitched; he didn't even want to defend himself anymore. Who was the one who actually deserved to have points docked! He woke up earlier than a rooster and went to bed later than a dog every day. Over the past three years, he had been exploited until half of his already sparse hair had fallen out, yet he was still being called lazy.
"Ah." Satoru Gojo noticed the young bartender staring at him and gave a beaming greeting: "Good afternoon~ How's business at the shop?"
Only after careful observation did Jeremy realize that most of the man's maturity came from the blindfold and his height. In reality, he had a baby face, and the aura between his brows undoubtedly belonged to a youth in the prime of his adolescence.
"Eh? Not many people today..." Moved by the familiar tone, Jeremy answered naturally before realizing his gaze had been following the stranger the whole time, making him feel a bit bashful.
Fortunately, the other party didn't intend to continue the conversation, turning instead to banter with the other two. As Jeremy wiped a glass with a handkerchief, he pondered the man's identity.
Someone with such a striking appearance shouldn't be a nobody in the Organization. Moreover, he seemed very familiar with Mr. Sarelo, and his tone implied they were equals... or perhaps that he was the superior? He remembered Mr. Sarelo checking his phone and saying "That person needs me," and once this youth arrived, Sarelo was no longer in a hurry to leave. Furthermore, if someone would strap explosives just to attack him, his status must be of a vital level.
Jeremy thought back to his guesses about Kaiser's image. Whether it was a majestic middle-aged man or an indescribable monster, Sarelo had denied them all. Then...
[Could the person in front of me be Lord Kaiser?!]
At that thought, he nearly crushed the glass in his hand.
While he was dazed, Gojo, Sarelo, and Sake had finished their meaningless small talk and intended to head out for some serious business.
"Um, please wait a moment!" Jeremy didn't have time to think and blurted out the title he used in the Kaiser Fan Support Club: "Kami (God)!"
He had learned this from a Japanese female fan. Everyone had been masked during that gathering, but thinking about it now, that woman's figure was quite similar to the lady called "Shimizu."
At this moment, ten thousand "grass-mud horses" (insults) galloped through Sake's mind. For a second, Satoru Gojo thought Light Yagami was nearby, but once he realized what was happening, he raised an eyebrow: "Who are you calling?"
"I... I'm calling you..." There was no turning back now. Jeremy went all in: "I guess you are Lord Kaiser, right?"
Even though the person was young and looked a bit unreliable, his intuition was strangely certain—even if he guessed wrong and was punished by Mr. Sarelo or someone else, it didn't matter. This might be his only chance to see his idol with his own eyes; no matter what... he didn't want to let it go.
"..."
Gojo was silent for a few seconds, staring at the little bartender until he was red in the face. Then, he crossed his hands in an 'X' shape and replied: "Wrong. You're incorrect."
"Is that so..." Jeremy's disappointment was instant; he could hear the sound of his own heart breaking.
"It's the Super Invincible Universe-Strongest Kaiser-sama!" Beside him, Sarelo wasn't surprised at all, his face practically screaming "I'm used to this."
Gojo gave a peace sign. Despite his handsome face, he looked full of silliness as he said to Jeremy: "Just kidding. Congratulations, you guessed right. Do you want a reward?"
Jeremy was stunned for quite a while before stammering dizzily: "No... no need. For an ordinary peripheral member like me, being able to see you is the greatest reward!"
"Eh? You're so easily satisfied~"
While Jeremy was still immersed in joy, he felt a slender, powerful hand rest lightly on his head, mischievously ruffling his hair.
He was overwhelmed, stammering: "Kai... Kaiser-sama!!"
"You're just a peripheral member now, but who knows what the future holds, right?" A smile played on the handsome youth's lips. "Good luck~ I've got high hopes for you."
"Yes, sir!"
He watched their retreating backs until they were far away before reluctantly withdrawing his gaze. Jeremy's heart was filled with a drive to strive like never before.
[I didn't expect Lord Kaiser to be so approachable! He's not at all the aloof figure from the legends. I'm so moved! And he took on the responsibility of revitalizing the entire branch at such a young age, doing so many incredible things... he's truly great!]
Jeremy wiped the glass until it was polished to a mirror shine, vowing to climb his way up and never fail the Lord's earnest teachings!