I don't want to be an elf!

Then, for some reason, she became increasingly sleepy and finally fell into a deep sleep.

"here it is......"

The Holy Emperor struggled to twist his neck and found that his body was fixed to a chair.

The place she was in was no longer the office of the Holy Residence, but a room that was iron gray and looked like an interrogation room.

Even though her mind wasn't quite clear yet, as someone in a high position, she quickly understood her situation.

She was kidnapped.

But, how is this possible?

She is in the Holy House.

That's the safest area in all of Tokyo. Even if someone could drug her, how could they possibly bring her out under surveillance and guard?

A sense of dread rose in the heart of the Holy Emperor.

If someone can actually do it, that only proves one thing.

The opponent's strength and abilities far surpass those of ordinary people.

In the silent room, she was the only one struggling anxiously; there was no one else in sight.

Fear breeds within.

Although, under Nia Honjo's guidance and encouragement, she decided to no longer rely on Kikunojo Tendo, and in front of her newly recruited subordinates, she imitated the methods of the previous Holy Emperor to appear mature, deep down, she was still that little girl who didn't know how to make decisions when faced with important matters.

Otherwise, she wouldn't seek advice from Nia Honjo whenever she faces an important decision.

Then came the long wait.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice finally rang out.

"Sorry, one of our members was held up for a while. We apologize for keeping you waiting."

In the empty room, a communicator installed somewhere made a sound.

It was a man's voice.

His voice sounded very clear and refreshing. He seemed young, yet possessed a calming maturity.

If the emperor hadn't known that the other party was the one who had kidnapped him, he would surely have felt an involuntary sense of goodwill towards them.

"Who are you people?" she asked, trying to suppress the tremor in her voice. "Why did you kidnap me?"

"Let's start by answering your first question."

The man was prepared for the Emperor's doubts, and at the same time, he made no attempt to hide his identity: "I am a top executive of the Five Flying Association. As the leader of Tokyo, I don't think I need to explain what kind of organization the Five Flying Association is, do I?"

"The Five Flying Stars Association..."

Upon hearing this name, the Holy Emperor's body visibly trembled.

She didn't actually know much about this organization.

As much as Kikunojo Tendo knew, she knew as much as he knew.

Although my understanding of this organization is limited to a few words, the fact that they were able to kidnap me without a word can only mean that this organization is indeed as powerful and influential as rumored.

"Heh, it seems you have indeed heard of us." The man chuckled. "In that case, you should know why we invited you here, right?"

"Are you... trying to kill me?"

The Holy Emperor's palms were still covered in cold sweat, and his face was pale as he asked, "I am the leader of the Tokyo region, the current Holy Emperor. Are you not afraid of the consequences if you attack me?"

“Child, you are lucky. Our initial plan was to kill Kikunojo Tendo and then replace him with you to take over the entire Tokyo area,” the man said calmly. “However, after your speech this morning, your reputation has been pushed to its peak. Even we cannot kill you without any scruples, otherwise you would be dead by now.”

"So what exactly do you want to do?"

"Cooperation," the man continued. "If you're willing to join the Five Flying Stars Society and obey the organization's orders, we can spare your life."

"You said you couldn't kill me."

"It's just that we can't kill you without any scruples." The man's tone carried a hint of threat. "Believe me, child, we have the ability to create a substitute in a short time, a substitute that looks exactly like you, to take your place as the Holy Emperor."

After saying that, his tone returned to its previous friendliness: "However, this is the final solution. If we can reach an agreement, we won't have to go through the trouble of creating a double."

The human body modification technology of this era is several times more advanced than that of the pre-war era.

With prosthetic implants, plastic surgery, and body part modifications, creating a 99% similar stunt double is not difficult.

However, it is clear that if a cooperative relationship could be established with the real emperor, a fake that could be exposed at any time would not be the best choice.

"What do you want me to do?"

"First, we need you to take back the formula for that erosion rate inhibitor."

"Why?" the Holy Emperor asked, puzzled. "It's a potion that can truly help the cursed child turn back into a human!"

“That’s precisely why this world doesn’t need that kind of thing,” the man said calmly. “What this world needs is sacrifice, not redemption. In our plan, a large number of Cursed Children need to become the cornerstones of the new world, to defeat the Gastrea and rebuild the glory of humanity.”

His tone was casual, as if he were discussing the deaths of a few animals.

With just a few casual words, the human rights of the cursed child were stripped away, and the child was treated as a tool that could be discarded at any time.

This chilled the Holy Emperor's heart and also aroused a bit of anger.

"Then why don't you sacrifice yourselves?" she questioned. "If your goals are truly so noble, why use innocent children as stepping stones? Isn't the glory that shines on countless corpses blinding?"

"You... are still an immature leader after all."

Faced with the emperor's question, the man showed no intention of answering.

A soft laugh rang out, whether it was mockery or pity for this naivety was unclear.

"Human glory will be reforged, but not by you."

Perhaps it was because of his anger at this inhumanity that the Holy Emperor's fear had disappeared.

She said, word by word, "Tokyo will save this dying world in its own way."

The man remained silent for a long time.

"Then, you are the enemy."

When the voice rang out again, its tone had turned cold: "Since you are unwilling to cooperate with us, then die in endless loneliness and torment. Don't harbor any illusions; we have handled this cleanly, and no one will come to save you."

"No, someone will definitely come to save me."

The Holy Emperor laughed and said firmly, "The gods will send a merciful and compassionate messenger to rescue me from here, to pull Tokyo out of the mire, to spread true light, and to give everyone hope and redemption."

"boom----!"

Just then, the walls of the room collapsed with a loud crash.

Dust filled the air, and two figures, one large and one small, appeared behind the hole.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but I don't think I saw any saviors like those from anime on my way here."

Honjou Nia scratched her cheek sheepishly.

Would you mind being saved by an alcoholic shut-in?

Chapter Fifty: The Final Choice

Under the moonlight, Nia Honjou and Nibelcol, dressed in dark nun's gowns, appeared here.

The guards outside were all lying on the ground, unable to fight.

Seeing his savior appear before him, the Emperor's smile deepened.

Perhaps the Five Flying Society truly has extraordinary connections, enabling them to kidnap me from the Holy Abode without a sound and even cover up all traces.

However, everything that goes by leaves a trace.

In the eyes of the omniscient, no form of concealment is of any significance.

She wholeheartedly believed that Honjou Nia was the Holy Emperor, the messenger of the gods, and she also firmly believed that even if the entire city of Tokyo could not find her, Honjou Nia would still be able to find her.

Sure enough, she arrived.

"Are you okay?"

Honjo Nia looked the Holy Emperor up and down; his hands and feet were not bound, but his face was pale. She couldn't help but ask, "You don't look like you're in very good condition."

"I just woke up from anesthesia, and my body and mind are still a little numb." The Holy Emperor's expression was full of gratitude and joy. "They didn't even have a chance to do anything to me before you found this place. I'm really grateful."

“The person you should really thank is that old man, Kikunojo Tendo.” Nia Honjo waved her hand. “If he hadn’t come to inform me, I still wouldn’t know you’d been kidnapped.”

"Lord Tendo...?"

Upon hearing this unexpected name, surprise appeared in the Emperor's eyes.

But soon, that surprise was replaced by an inexplicable sense of complexity.

Even though I have launched a political campaign against the Tiantong family, why is he still on my side?

The Holy Emperor sighed deeply.

"We can discuss the matter of Kikunojo Tendo later."

Nia Honjo's gaze fell on a surveillance camera in the corner of the interrogation room. She tilted her head and said, "Before that, we need to deal with the troublesome Five Flying Association."

This is a power station built in the industrial zone on the outskirts of the city.

The shelter is not actually that far from Nia Honjo's.

That's why she was able to get here so quickly.

However, this power plant, which is directly controlled by the Gosho Association, is not only used for generating electricity, but also serves as one of their bases in Tokyo.

The best proof is the well-equipped "security guards" who were knocked unconscious by Nibekol along the way, whose equipment was comparable to that of special forces.

This demonstrates the extent to which the Five Stars Society has infiltrated Tokyo.

"Honjo Nia...is that right?"

The man on the other side also saw what was happening through the camera.

Clearly, he was quite surprised by the appearance of Nia Honjo.

He can guarantee that the plan and route for kidnapping the Holy Emperor will be flawless and impossible to detect.

Even if someone's technology is advanced enough to find their trail through the slightest clues, it would still take at least several days.