Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

"It's so... itchy!"

What should have been words of gratitude turned directly into this sentence.

And the reason was her forehead.

Her forehead, which had been broken and bleeding just moments ago, had now recovered without a single flaw.

It was as if she had never been injured at all.

"It's best for a girl not to have any scars on her body."

After saying this, Haramura Makoto waved his hand.

Keen-eyed Saya no Miya immediately stopped Yuri Mariya, who seemed to want to say something, bowed respectfully to Haramura Makoto, and quickly left.

"King, your methods of intimidating girls are quite practiced."

As soon as the two left, Erica walked up with a charming smile and refilled Haramura Makoto's empty teacup with warm tea.

"Can this be considered intimidation?"

Haramura Makoto raised his eyebrows and brought the black tea to his lips.

"Of course."

"For Marquis Vauban, there's actually no difference between saving one person and saving everyone, right?"

What kind of brutality did Marquis Vauban possess?

Saving Yuri Mariya alone?

If Marquis Vauban didn't know about this, it would be fine, after all, it's just one person missing.

But if he did know.

In Marquis Vauban's eyes, Haramura Makoto, this new compatriot, would be provoking his authority.

A war would be absolutely inevitable.

So, saving one person and saving a group of people is actually no different at all.

"Moreover, you had already decided to deal with Marquis Vauban a long time ago."

"The little girl has already been frightened unconscious by you."

"Little girl?"

Haramura Makoto gave Erica a glare.

"She's about the same age as you, it feels like you're a generation older than her."

"Don't joke, I wasn't that naive when I was five years old."

Chapter 317: Edelweiss Comes Knocking

Just like Erica herself said, this kind of naive thought had already been abandoned when she was a child.

If anything, she actually has the spirit to sacrifice herself.

But this sacrifice is not this kind of sacrifice. Ultimately, she and Yuri Mariya believe in different spirits and ideas.

"Is there any progress with the boy you care about?"

Haramura Makoto shook his head.

"I haven't seen anything unusual. Let's see how it develops."

"If there is, it should be obvious in the next few days."

He didn't plan to continue observing like this. Was the boy perhaps wary of him?

At least until now, he hadn't seen anything unusual, so he planned to leave temporarily.

"Then where are we going next?"

"Back to the hotel, or...?"

Erica sat directly on Haramura Makoto's lap, hooked her arms around Haramura Makoto's neck, and her beautiful eyes sparkled.

As a qualified knight, she was always prepared to serve her king.

"Well, let's go back to the hotel."

Haramura Makoto touched his chin, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

What else is there to see in Japan?

It's the same stuff in every world, he's already tired of seeing it. Wouldn't it be better to do something harmonious with life with this free time?

...

Los Angeles.

As one of the leading cities in the Americas, it brings together people from all over the world.

It is a melting pot of races, a city of sin where depravity and prosperity coexist, presenting a state of chaos.

In this city, a large number of heretics live in seclusion.

The earliest source of this is the Earth Mother Goddess who fell here hundreds of years ago.

This involves a little-known fact.

After a god of disobedience dies, in an extremely small probability, it will leave behind a part of it as a legacy.

These remains are called "Angel's Remains" by European magicians.

It is a sacred relic that can bestow powerful power on the inheritor.

And now, Anshela, who has fallen into the Mother Goddess, is aiming for this.

As a god ancestor, she is now only half human and half god, but as a former god, what she most hopes is to return to the position of the Earth Mother Goddess.

To this end, this angel's remains is a necessary product.

However, all of this was destroyed. The angel's remains that she had finally found were destroyed by the man named Hades.

This is the root of the hatred between them.

This is an irreconcilable hatred.

So, in order to retaliate against Hades, Anshela embarked on a path of giving the people of Los Angeles terror and crime.

If he wants to protect, then she will destroy it.

The terrorist who harmed countless human lives in Los Angeles was actually forced to this point by the guardian, Hades.

When the reason is made public one day, the man will probably feel guilty to death.

However, Anshela does not have the time to make this matter public now.

The reason is that she is injured.

She suffered very serious injuries.

"Lord Anshela, preparations for changing the base have been completed."

The door of the room was pushed open, and a conservatively dressed Western woman walked in, holding a large roll of bandages in her hand.

This bandage is not for others to use, but for Anshela, who is sitting on the bed now.

She looks to be about ten years old, her purple-blue long hair stained with dark red blood, and the clothes she is wearing are even more tattered. Rather than clothes, it now feels more like she is directly draped in a piece of rag.

The injuries on her body are even more shocking.

Everywhere there is visible damage reaching the bone, and bright red blood flows from her wounds as if it doesn't cost money.

The reason for her current situation is not because of anything else.

It was because she had just fought with Hades, which led her to this point.

Why does she create terrorist attacks?

Why doesn't she just kill Hades directly, even though she hates him so much?

The reason is that she can't beat him at all. How can she, a mere god ancestor, compare with a godslayer who has truly killed a god of disobedience?

She was defeated by that person in just one encounter, without even needing anything else.

So she now has to constantly transfer her base.

She must never let Hades find her true location. Fortunately, she usually does this all the time, and her subordinates are quite familiar with the process.

"Cancel the original transfer. From now on, I will take over all transfers myself."

Her usual transfer is about once every three hours, which is her usual way to avoid Hades.

The method of transfer is also different each time.

Sometimes she walks, sometimes she uses the Netherworld for long-distance teleportation, sometimes she uses transportation, and sometimes she changes her appearance.

But this time is different.

She can feel Hades' determination to kill her. The previous Hades had never had such determination.

From this, she guessed that Hades might have information about her transfer location.

In this situation, it would be too dangerous to rely on those human subordinates.

"Yes."

The subordinate did not ask, but directly accepted the order.

But in the next second, Anshela's face changed directly. She jumped up from the bed, staring at her subordinate with a gloomy expression.

"The transformation technique, who are you?"

"Long time no see, Anshela."

A sweet voice like a clear spring came from the woman's mouth. Her pupils also turned blue, and her coiled black hair fluttered, gradually turning into a sweet honey color from the ends of her hair to the roots.

At the same time, the woman's height continued to shrink.

Listening to this true name that she hadn't heard for a long time, and feeling this familiar voice, Anshela was silent for a moment, directly searching her brain for memories, and found the true identity of the woman in front of her.

"Gunevia, what are you doing here?"

"Anshela, it's so nice that you still remember me."

Gunevia smiled excitedly.

Her current appearance is indeed like the excitement of meeting an old friend whom she hasn't seen for a long time.

"In that case, I've saved a lot of effort."

"If possible, I hope Anshela you will just give yourself up and come with me."

"Heh."

Anshela sneered, and her fragile body became blurred.

Not other blur, but the kind of feeling that the traces of existence seem to be eliminated and disappear in this world.

She still remembers this woman.

Even though her memory is not much, she still remembers this woman.

This woman is also a god ancestor like her, and her combat power is not as good as her, but this woman's brain is exceptionally good.

In her current state, it is very dangerous to stay with this intelligent and demon-like woman who obviously has a purpose.

Well, very dangerous.

"In your current state, how can you possibly run away, Anshela."

Gunevia did not make any movements for Anshela's actions, but just sighed softly.

That is, when Anshela's figure was about to completely disappear and completely escape into the Netherworld.

"Crack——!"

A sound like space shattering sounded.

Along with the sound of shattering, spider web-like patterns quickly spread across the dark cavity.

Time stood still at this moment.