The Gods Pitch In at the Distillery

The day the distillery was destroyed, the sky was blue, the sea was blue, and Gin's heart was cold.

Unwilling to be captured alive, the distillery's hardest worker took several bullets. With a mocking smile for Akai Shuichi, he went splash into the sea, leaving everyone aboard gazing helplessly at the water.

"Young man, tell me, did you drop this gold Beretta, or this silver Beretta?"

The Sea God's deep-blue, wavy hair bobbed up and down in the water. In the poor light, she could easily be mistaken for a bald woman.

The kindly Sea God smiled. Golden light radiated from one hand, while silver light gleamed from the other. For a moment, Gin thought he was seeing things before he died.

His honest silence pleased the Sea God. "Oh, young man, it seems what you dropped was this stainless-steel one."

The gold Beretta and silver Beretta vanished at once, replaced by Gin's beloved sidearm.

"To reward your honesty and beauty, I, your guardian deity as a Pisces, will grant you one wish." The Sea God looked at the bullet-riddled workhorse with deep regret.

Gin had never believed in gods or fate, but as he lay dying, he actually gave it some serious thought. Without a doubt, all that remained in his blood-deprived brain was Akai Shuichi's face.

"Send all the organization's spies and traitors to hell."

The Sea God's face was full of disbelief. "Young man, honesty alone isn't enough to pay for such a greedy wish."

Gin coughed. "What do you want?"

The icy seawater did nothing to stop the Sea God's face from turning red. Blushing, the kindly Sea God said, "I want a rich woman."

Pay your deposit, and the gods will reverse the flow of time to help you achieve your wish.

The Sea God entered the organization to collect the balance. With the code name Astico, she stared in wordless disbelief at Morofushi Dai standing beside Gin. Humans never learn from their mistakes!

What a hopeless lot. In the end, they still needed a god's help.

After earning her first commission through honest labor, the god who had dreamed of making money by taking shortcuts gave herself some serious soul-searching: Labor is glorious. This really is the life.

This 99-point office worker, who worried that a perfect score would make her conceited, entered the distillery, determined to single-handedly raise the alcohol content around Gin.

Couple: Astico, the 99-point office worker x a rich woman

Theme: Labor is glorious. No shady shortcuts!