“You worked hard on the last mission,” she said, her voice smooth as silk. She sat at her desk, fingers laced together, chin resting on them. Those eyes—those strange, hypnotic rings—fixed on him. “The Eternity Devil. The Katana Man. You’ve bled for Public Safety. For me.”
“That’s all?” he blurted, then immediately regretted it. makima gives denji reward
She turned and walked back to her desk, as if nothing had happened. Denji stood there, face burning, heart doing backflips. He touched the spot where she’d kissed him. “You worked hard on the last mission,” she
“You can go,” she said without looking back. “Rest. You’ll need your strength for the next mission.” ” she said
Makima tilted her head. A faint smile played on her lips. “What kind do you want, Denji?”