[Comprehensive] Sims can see hell, help!

On the first day when the danger broke out, Aphra urged all the swords who were still on the expedition to come back.

And at the first moment when the swords gathered, everyone held a military meeting in the main hall of the palace.

Aphra sat on the main seat and looked around: "......"

Even in this critical situation, Aphra was still confused by the gorgeous looks of the men with swords.

Whether it is a gentleman, a young man, or an adult man.

Whether it's the petite and cute type, the careful deacon type, the gentle prince type, the arrogant and awkward type, the weak and gentle type...

In short, as long as it is a high-quality men's model that you have imagined in your mind, it is here.

This, this is really...,

……

Shame.

Stared at by so many beautiful eyes, Aphra almost ran away in embarrassment.

But she took two or three deep breaths, patted her cheek with the palm of her hand, and tried to muster up her courage.

Now is definitely not the time to be shy!

You must protect yourself and the people you value!

As a result, the dignified god who sat on the main seat suddenly had an aura that made people stand in awe.

"Since everyone is back," the little girl didn't say any nonsense greetings, and went straight to the point:

"Does anyone know what's going on now?"

The first thing is to clarify the status quo and share information.

It must be dangerous to be confused at such a time.

"What erupted was miasma."

Several magic swords were the first to speak, almost in unison.

"It's different from ordinary evil spirits and resentment spirits. From the perspective of feeling and long-distance contact, it should come from the gap between life and death."

Aphra frowned in confusion, wrote down these nouns, and thought about them together with the "dead breath" that Izanami used to use.

"Now, how is the overall situation?"

Several polarized short knives, relying on their excellent maneuverability, quickly collected a circle of information, and now rush to answer:

"Yinyangliao has all been mobilized, some are guarding the palace, and some are going to the Four Elephant Seals of Heianjing."

"The guardian of the White Dragon God... ah, it seems to be called Yaye, right? They also started to move."

"Witches and priests are also scattered throughout Heian-kyo."

"The youkai are also moving. The monsters and youkai that crawled out from the miasma don't seem to treat them as the same kind."

Aphra nodded, silently feeling the state of Heian-kyo at this time.

It's as if a piece of black paper is constantly being smeared with various colors.

Pure white spiritual power, light golden divine power, demon power of different colors, dark and deep purple miasma... They competed for territory and refused to give in to each other.

She hesitated for a moment, then asked again:

"So, is this incident a coincidence?"

Or, was it premeditated?

Thinking of everyone's vague hints some time ago, Aphra bit her lip.

Hikiri and Kyomaru took over the topic:

"Well, it's no coincidence."

"It's not the same as the Genji in our history. The Genji family here seems to have been pursuing power distortedly for decades or hundreds of years."

"They took the witch—" Knemaru was about to say it, but his elder brother slapped him on the shoulder with a tilted body, he was stunned for a moment, looked at Aphra who was a little nervous, and immediately coughed, "—cough cough , in short, just, ah, did something bad."

"Haha, so it is not feasible to blindly pursue power, after all, it is an evil god." Higiri laughed, "Of course, while doing this, I also took away my name and wanted to create a unique Genji. 'Onikiri' is also not acceptable."

Taidao with milky white hair looked at Aphra with a smile: "Don't be soft-hearted, master?"

Aphra was slightly startled.

Don't be soft-hearted... what do you mean?

This sentence turned around in my heart, and Aphra chose to deal with the current matter first:

"Everyone, is there a way to deal with it?"

The little girl paused and spoke more clearly.

"Whether it's the miasma, or the wraith crawling out, and—" She pointed at the source of the miasma, the evil spirit with eight heads, "—the legendary eight-headed evil spirit. Chi Orochi. How are you doing? Is there anything I can do?"

Now, all the swords smiled.

This smile is definitely not the softness and gentleness when facing the master, peeling off the armor and revealing the fragile abdomen.

It is soaked in blood and fire that spans different time and space and traverses cruel battlefields.

"of course."

The swords said in unison.

"—A monster of this level is naturally not a problem."

Aphra breathed a sigh of relief.

She clasped her hands together, not because her safety was guaranteed, but because the person she valued could protect her, so she smiled.

"That would be, great."

Fairy said with a smile.

The swords were dazzled by the pure whiteness of that smile.

The humanoid heart in the chest literally beats a hymn.

After pausing for a few seconds, Afra was so stared at that a crimson color appeared on her face.

He was obviously ashamed by a group of luxurious men in the palace.

Her eyes fluttered, and she became a little apprehensive now.

"Ah, that, um..." Aphra stammered, cheering herself up in a cute whisper, and finally mustered up her courage under the gentle watchful eyes of everyone:

"If possible, can you please help me?"

"First of all, make sure you don't get hurt, and at least don't get seriously injured. If there is any wear and tear, come back and let me take care of it."

"Secondly, just like in the Warring States period, everyone is carrying the elixir that eliminates the negative effects of miasma. Seeing that someone is injured, anyone is fine, onmyoji, witches, priests, monsters... I believe everyone's judgment, as long as there is no Those who are malicious, please help them as much as possible."

"Finally, finally..."

"Finally, control the Yamata no Orochi as soon as possible, and let Heianjing return to a peaceful life."

"—Please everyone! Can it be done?"

The main hall, which has never given an order, mustered up the courage to say so.

Those eyes are bright, with a little watery luster because of tension, they are extremely cute.

The blush that just appeared on her cheeks has not dissipated.

When speaking, his voice trembled because of his efforts to raise his voice, and he actually used uncertain interrogative sentences at the end of his instructions.

The swords covered their hearts.

So, so cute——

Who can stand this? ! ! !

However, there is one more important and important problem that must be solved.

Ping An, who was the face of the old man with swords and swords, the most beautiful blade in the world who has become a representative figure of cutting black for some time, took a light breath.

As if this action can relieve the mood of being cute.

Sanri Yuezong asked calmly and with a smile on his face:

"Then, Ji-jun, what are you going to do?"

Do you want... to go to the battlefield with us?

For those monsters or humans who have met for a short time.

Out of tenderness, out of sympathy.

Putting our own safety on the back burner despite our concerns?

Aphra didn't realize the black mud behind this question.

She just thought about her strength and her overly conspicuous fairy wings (it can even glow in the miasma).

Finally, the very self-aware little girl shook her head honestly.

"Although I'm worried about everyone," Aphra was a little frustrated, but cheered up again, "But! We agreed to trust you, and I absolutely trust everyone's strength and judgment!"

"As for me, I'll just stay in the palace and kill monsters or something... I've never done such a thing before... I always feel that it will hold everyone back."

"Instead, you can rest assured that everyone's purchase and maintenance will be entrusted to me!"

Something seemed to relax in the air.

Ah, that's it, don't worry.

The swordsmen looked solemn, facing Aphra, and saluted solemnly.

"Since Ji Jun has said so. Then,"

"—Must be fulfilled, fulfill the mission."