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"Are you asking for forgiveness? Artoria was
immediately surprised, but her grip didn't loosen for a second as she still held Satanichia against the wall. She may hate pineapple pizza, but she can't help but admit that it was a good trick and that this girl was telling the truth. However, for the King, first of all, it is necessary to preserve her honor, she can not just let go of someone who has so easily fooled her. Trying not to be nervous and not to turn her head to the people behind her, she leans her head forward on Satanichia's shoulder and almost whispers.
“Now you owe me a real pizza, okay?” >Assuming in advance that the answer will be satisfactory to her, Artoria releases the little devil from the wall, but still tightly squeezes her shoulder, as if afraid that she will escape before necessary. At that moment, the smug look creeps over her face again, and her pale face is no longer burning with embarrassment, but with the pleasure of another small victory, or so she thinks.