All of this is for my wife, my beloved Little Dragon.

First, Cyclone needs to be acknowledged.

Not as Little Dragon, but as a "participant" eligible to compete, Cyclone needs to break the rules of the Great Dragon festival by the power of the crowd's pressure.

Question and answer, which brought laughter to the audience at first.

Yet, it was not enough. To truly represent Little Dragon in the competition, Cyclone needed to make the council, who holds the decision-making power, feel that Cyclone must participate, regardless of being perceived as Little Dragon or not.

Not using Yuna's identity but Cyclone's cross-dressing, employing all feasible methods to attract attention, all for the momentary interest.

Only when the audience is interested can the council be interested, and only when the council is interested can Cyclone, with the proof of being Little Dragon's participant, be allowed to compete.

Although the idea may seem naive, it was a real blow.

"Haha~ What's with this person~"

Listening to the laughter from the audience below, Cyclone managed to stay on the stage.

The audience is the first step, the target is the council, or more precisely, the three judges on the stage.

The competition was due to start, and the audience began shouting.

Whatever they were shouting, the atmosphere had already been elevated by Cyclone's appearance.

Seeing this, the host immediately exclaimed, "Oh my! Oh my! It seems that today's competition, unexpectedly, is already so thrilling even before it begins!!!"

The host, to hype up the atmosphere, also started shouting excitedly, "Will the Goddess of Victory lean towards the beautiful chef Little Dragon? Or will it be the five-star chef Adam as the head chef?!!"

"Hey!! Host, are you blind?! He's definitely not Little Dragon!!"

Adam continued to deny Cyclone, while Cyclone looked at the three judges on the stage, all of them lowered their heads and shook them slightly.

This was not working; it seemed like a stronger approach was needed.

For that, Cyclone attacked again, trying to shift the decision-making power.

From the thoughts of the three judges to the will of one person.

That one person was chosen by Cyclone, and it was the host standing on the stage, just like himself.

"If that's the case, let the host be the one to judge whether I am Little Dragon, shall we?"

With this statement, Cyclone shifted all the responsibility to the host.

The pressure from the crowd suddenly shifted to the host, but the host was not a fool and immediately looked towards the judges.

Come on...give a nod...

Cyclone maintained a confident smile, but internally was screaming.

With the entire audience's attention turned to the stage, the pressure was on the judges, making it hard for them to speak.

But Cyclone had given them an opportunity: to place all the pressure on the person designated by Cyclone.

A third party, someone who could be acknowledged, that was the host.

Please nod!!!!

Looking at the senior judge in the middle, who was the eldest, when he finally nodded, Cyclone breathed a sigh of relief.

Subsequently, the other two judges also nodded in agreement.

Upon seeing this, Cyclone immediately shouted,

"Oh my~ I'll just do a little body check for you like this~"

Yuna suddenly appeared behind the emcee, grabbed him with one hand, and pressed the emcee's head towards Cyclone's skirt.

Cyclone took a step forward, slowly lifting up her skirt.

Revealing inch by inch her long, black stockings-covered thighs.

The emcee looked closely, swallowing hard.

Even as he tried to pull back, Yuna kept pushing the emcee's face towards Cyclone's lower half.

Finally, the emcee couldn't take it anymore and pushed back.

"Wow?! Contestant, please don't show such eye-catching things!!!"

"What's wrong~ I just want everyone to see that this little lady is a real woman~"

Cyclone continued to act, making the emcee open his eyes wide again.

"That's enough!! Put it down, I confess!!"

"Is this a joke?!!"

Adam on the spot vetoed this outcome.

Of course, Cyclone had already anticipated this step and prepared a countermeasure.

"Ugh~ How trashy can you be, to be so afraid to compete with me?"

Cyclone smirked.

"Haha!!! You, a weirdo with no gender, dare to speak to me like that!!!"

Cyclone stood with hands on hips, smiling.

"Again~ How can a weakling like you have the courage to compete against me?"

"You!!! Do you think a third-rate chef like you can beat me?"

"Well~ Of course, you can~ Especially since you're just a low-level chef~"

Watching the opponent getting angry, Cyclone added one more line.

"I am Little Dragon! Ready to cook for victory? Chef Adam~"

"Let's go!! I don't care who you are!! Let's compete!!"

Duped, now not only the emcee and the audience but even the opponent wanted to compete.

"Since no one objects~ Let's begin!!!"

"Hold on!!!"

Just when everything seemed to be going smoothly, the uncle who had nodded in agreement earlier suddenly shouted.

"Miss, although you've tried everything to be able to compete, there's something I must say..."

The uncle folded his hands and stared at Cyclone.

"The Great Dragon Festival is every chef's lifelong dream, knowing this, do you still want to continue?"

"..."

The other party seemed polite and calm, genuinely asking Cyclone.

However, Cyclone couldn't honestly reveal the truth as it would disrupt Cyclone's plan.

To the judge's question, Cyclone could only smile lightly.

"I am Little Dragon, I don't know what you're trying to say, but I can tell you clearly that I am here because I am risking everything!"

After a moment of staring, the judge said,

"Emcee? Why are you still dawdling, start the competition!"

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