But what did Slime do wrong?

Time rewinds to a few minutes ago.

On this steeple that suddenly appeared in Yokohama, it is not without people.The interior of the minaret is a wide space with extremely luxurious and gorgeous decoration layout. If someone strays into it, they might think that they have broken into the royal palace of that unknown country.

And the owner of this spire is that frightening white unicorn, who can be said to be the last butcher for a supernatural being to encounter.

As for why such a dangerous person appeared in Yokohama...

The black-haired young man in the fluffy white hat closed his eyes and gently shook the goblet in his hand. The red wine in it flowed slowly with his movements, some even viscous. It stuck to the wall of the cup, and it was as viscous as... another kind of liquid.

The young man opened his eyes, and the purple streamer flashed from the bottom of his eyes, but quickly subsided, as fast as if it had never appeared before.

"I never thought Dazai-kun would come to discuss cooperation with us."

The young man—Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky put down the wine glass in his hand, and looked at the person sitting opposite him, also at the request of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, or at the request Osamu Dazai, who had changed into a snow-white suit, smiled lightly.

And Osamu Dazai responded with the same genuine smile, looking as if he and Tosi were poured out of the same mold.

They were facing each other, and they actually saw their own appearance more realistically than looking in a mirror.

"After all, it is such a miraculous existence, so no matter who it is, it will move your heart if you think about it, right?"

Dazai raised his eyebrows.

Although he is wearing such snow-white clothes, in such a pure white environment, and even has a smile on his face, but for some reason, everyone who sees him feels that he is the "heretic" in this room "One of them is a black hole that can swallow all light, which is incompatible with the real world.

The reason why it is called "one" is naturally because... besides him, there is a second "black hole" in this room.

That's right, it was Tosi.

Putting the two of them together is like seeing another self in the world, and each of them can perceive the parts they hate and dislike the most in each other.

It's a completely disgusting existence.

And being able to coexist peacefully for a short time like now is only because there are greater interests hanging ahead, so the two sides can temporarily maintain the peace on the surface.

Smart people can clearly distinguish the priorities of things, when and what kind of things should be done, and they have a well-arranged charter in their hearts.

"Is that so? That's really...it couldn't be better."

Whether Dosi believes in Osamu Dazai remains to be said, but at least right now, it looks like that on his face, as if he and Osamu Dazai really shook hands, made peace, and even had a close friendship. .

As the owner of this minaret and also the host of this banquet, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko showed a satisfied smile on his face.

He stood up from his seat and raised the goblet in his hand, as if he was going to clink glasses with Dazai Osamu and Tosi: "Then..."

However, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko couldn't finish his words, and he stopped halfway.He frowned, and looked outside the window of Kaisai.

I saw that the city that was originally shrouded in white fog, except for the unusually big round moon above the head, and I couldn't see anything else, was suddenly shrouded in a thin layer of green fog. shine.

Not only that, but at the very center of the sky, a huge, emerald long sword appeared at the same time, with an exquisite shape, and simple and solemn patterns and inscriptions on it.

As soon as the giant sword appeared in the sky, it began to exert a terrifying coercion downward.

It was from the top-down view of the king from the top of the ability system. Even if it was not intentional, it could still be suppressed. Many people with supernatural powers in Yokohama City feel bored for a while, as if there is a piece of It was as if a boulder was pressing there, and even his breathing became heavy.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko's face darkened, but before he could express his opinion or feelings about it, a snow-white light illuminated the dark night and rushed towards this side.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko was startled suddenly, almost subconsciously short, narrowly dodging the saber light.

However, he was able to dodge. This purposeful and immovable fortress can't move itself like a human being.

So that snow-white knife light forcibly sliced ​​off the top of the steeple, and the huge tip collapsed, but before it actually fell to the ground and caused possible damage, it was already strangled by the green power one step at a time. Broken into dust, it will not bring disaster.

The young king came walking on the wind, holding a long knife in one hand, and with the other hand, he pulled off the mask that was originally on one side of his head, and pressed it on his face.

So that childish but hard-to-disguise beautiful face was completely covered by the weird mask.Without the addition of an overly delicate appearance, the not-so-soft aura around the young man was fully revealed.

He walked in the air, his feet seemed to be stepping on a flowery road formed by the air, which was invisible to others, and walked straight towards this side.The leather boots covering the calf made a "tap, tap, tap" sound. The sound was not loud, but every time it seemed to be in harmony with the beating frequency of the heart, it almost made people think that it was stepping on their own feet. same heart.

The young man finally stopped in front of them steadily, raised his chin, and looked towards them, his movements reminded people of a proud cub.

"Dazai?" The young king shouted, reaching out his hand through the wall of the steeple, "Why are you over there?"

"come over."

There was an unpredictable smile on Tosi's face.He looked at Dazai Osamu, then at Rimuru, and then let out a small, unsure if it was real or not, a little exclamation.

"Is this the demeanor of the Green King?"

He laughed lowly.

"This is really..."

"I didn't think of Fenghua."

"Then, what is Dazai's intention?" Tuosi's eyes were full of strange lights, "Can the betrayer return to that king's side?"

He didn't lower the volume, rather, he deliberately raised it slightly, as if he was afraid that Limuru wouldn't hear him.

However, to Tuo Si's surprise, Dazai Osamu let out a long, long sigh. Although his face was full of distress, it seemed that he was distressed... not what Tuo Si originally thought. question.

"The result... did it startle you?"

Osamu Dazai raised one hand to his forehead, let out a long sigh, and then moved his palm down to cover his face.

"I told you before that this matter can be solved perfectly." In Tosi's slightly widened eyes showing a little dullness and confusion, Osamu Dazai complained to Limulu He said, "But it is still a bit of a failure to let this matter appear in front of you."

"Huh? That's not the case."

Rimuru tilted her head, keeping her hand outstretched.

"Didn't I say that, since you have your own ideas about Yokohama, you just need to let go and do your best."

"I'm here anyway."

"...You are really tolerant."

Osamu Dazai sighed, stepped over the broken and fallen steel bars, iron frames, and walls that fell on the ground, and stood beside the gap cut by Limuru, with a smile on his face, without any hesitation stepped out.

...But I don't worry about whether I will fall down and become a cake.

And of course that kind of situation didn't happen, because the young king firmly held Dazai Osamu's hand, and at the same time complained somewhat dissatisfied: "Isn't all the power given to you...fly yourself, Dazai!"

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes like a normal person: "I don't quite understand what you are talking about..."

Limuru let out a "hehe" and let go of her hand.

Osamu Dazai was very disappointed, but in the end he managed to gather the strength he could get from his king as a clan.

The emerald green power with the image of flame gathered under his feet like flowing water, supporting Osamu Dazai firmly.

Limuru's gaze cast from behind the mask, glanced at Tosi's body, and landed on Shibusawa Ryuhiko who was dressed in white in front of him.

"Shibusawa Tatsuhiko?" he said, "Do you know that Yokohama belongs to me now?"

"Such behavior, I will regard it as a provocation to me?"

Osamu Dazai floated behind him, hesitant to speak on his face.

There is no need to be so gentle with this kind of thing!

"Too beautiful……"

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko didn't respond to Rimuru's words, but murmured in a low voice.

"This is really... so beautiful...!"

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is a self-proclaimed collector.

But unlike other people's hobbies, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's collections are more rare and rare-what he pursues are not those rare treasures, but supernatural powers.

And in this world, would there be any more radiant, scorching and unbearable abilities than the power of the king?

There will be no more.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko stepped forward and stood at the gap of the spire, with a fanatical look on his face.

"let me……"

"Get you."