In this crossover anime, many ruthless and powerful figures reside in my territory.

One of them was a handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes. He was holding a book, and his unique demeanor convinced Haytham that he was the "master" the fox-eared maid had mentioned.

The other woman was a beautiful woman with a distinctly Eastern appearance. She was dressed in a gorgeous black formal dress, with her legs crossed, leaning on the man's shoulder as they read a book together.

When he looked over, the woman, who had been looking happy, suddenly turned grim. Her blood-red eyes and two exposed fangs instantly reminded Haytham of the evil vampires in mythology.

interesting.

What could be more interesting than dying and being reborn into a mythical world?

"Mr. Haytham, it's a pleasure to meet you."

When the voice came, all Haytham could see was a vampire woman staring at him with annoyance.

He subconsciously activated Eagle Vision and saw Liszt right next to the bookshelf to his left.

So fast!

Hawkeye only saw two footprints... Did they jump over?

He couldn't detect any trace at all; it seemed the magic here might be even more amazing than he had imagined.

The blond young man extended his hand to him and smiled.

“I am the lord of Red Maple Territory, Lister Eller.”

"Would you mind if I invited you to chat for a bit?"

Haytham hesitated for only a moment before extending his right hand to shake it.

"Haytson Kenway".

"I'd also like to know why you saved me, Mr. Lister."

Liszt smiled and withdrew his right hand.

"Talented people are always in high demand, aren't they?"

Hayesen shook his head slightly.

"I'm just a loser too."

“I don’t think so. For a lord like me who is eager to find talented people, it is unacceptable for any talent to be buried.”

"Also, Mr. Haytson, as the administrator, I am quite familiar with the experiences of the otherworldly people who come to Red Maple Territory."

Looking at Lister's knowing smile, Haytham knew he couldn't play dumb anymore.

“I am just a dead man, and now everything means nothing to me.”

“I see.” Lister’s smile remained unchanged. “Mr. Haytson, you are still a guest of Red Maple Territory. Tomorrow morning I will send a maid to help you familiarize yourself with the surroundings. We can talk again in a while.”

After saying that, Lister stepped past Helsen and headed for the door.

The next moment, Haytham saw the vampire-like woman suddenly appear beside the young lord and leave with him.

Suddenly, he was the only one left in the huge library.

"..."

We've obtained almost no intelligence.

Haytham activates Eagle Vision, using it to gather traces of his surroundings.

The so-called "Eagle Eye Vision" was called "Odin's Vision" by Viking assassins and "Athena's Vision" by the ancient Greeks. It is a sixth sense possessed by humans of a certain bloodline.

With his eagle-eye vision, Haytham could read the emotions and intentions of everything around him, and he quickly located the only brightly lit thing in the library—

A bookshelf categorized by history.

The two books on the bookshelf that stand out the most are "A General History of the United States of Ahmora" and "Imagination of a New Era (Under Compilation)".

Haytham took out the two books and muttered to himself.

"Is this what you wanted me to find?"

"History...indeed, the truth is always hidden in history, if this book is true."

Since he's full of energy right now, it's a good idea for him to read a book here.

Having arrived in an unknown world, the first thing to do is to understand it.

Meanwhile, in the corridor on the other side.

Muzan, holding Lister's arm, asked.

How do you plan to lure him into the trap?

Lister looked down at her helplessly.

"Is that how you see me? I'm not always thinking about scheming against others."

"Isn't it?"

Her pale red lips curled into a sly smile.

"Who turned me into this?"

"You dare say this wasn't part of your plan?"

"No, really..."

When he saw Muzan's expression gradually crumble, Lister immediately put his arm around her waist and changed the subject.

What kind of person do you think Haytham is?

Muzan thought for a moment, his tone somewhat uncertain.

“I sensed a deceitful aura about that guy. He’s probably a suspicious fellow, and those kinds of guys are very difficult to deal with.”

"That's fairly accurate."

Lister stated quietly.

"Haytson, because of his own experiences, can no longer fully trust a person or thing. He actually envies his son for being able to steadfastly pursue a goal, even if that goal is wrong."

"It's useless to say anything more to someone like him."

"He prefers to investigate on his own rather than listen to what others say."

"After all, people tend to trust their own deductions more than facts."

Muzan's eyes revealed joy.

"So you want him to follow the clues you give him step by step to reach the conclusion you want before you bring him into your fold."

“Lister, that’s what I love most about you. I love your ability to control others so much.”

Seeing the excited blush on Muzan's face, Lister subconsciously covered his neck.

"This method is based on my sufficient understanding of him; it's not something that can be used casually."

"Moreover, it's still uncertain whether there will be any unexpected events."

In fact, Lister was quite confident, and his confidence stemmed from every single person in Red Maple Territory.

He has a clear conscience.

"If that's the case, why not just control his mind directly?"

"He's so weak, what's wrong with giving him a mental seal of loyalty to you?"

"Madara, Aizen, and Yuri don't care about the opinions of the weak."

Lister shook his head.

"My ideal is not only about the result, but also about the process."

“Until the very last moment, I prefer to guide rather than control.”

"Extreme order is tyranny, extreme freedom is chaos."

"What I seek is the middle way."

"Muzan, just as I did to you."

"You will be gradually molded into the person I love."

Muzan was stunned for a moment, then took Lister's hands in his own and pressed his face against his palms.

Her blood-red eyes revealed a deep and joyful emotion.

"I don't hate being controlled by you."

Rather, I crave to be controlled by you.

"I completely agree with what Aizen said—"

"All living beings believe in some being superior to themselves. Those who are trusted will seek out a higher being in order to escape this heavy pressure, and the higher being will yearn for a more trustworthy and stronger being on the next level."

"In this way, all kings were born, and all gods were born."

Muzan took a deep breath, his expression excited.

"Lister, you are the god I have chosen!"

"Only you can give me the sense of security I need; I can only feel completely at ease when I'm with you!"

Lister stroked Muzan's face, shaking his head and chuckling helplessly.

"Then what is your goal in observing life?"

"Wouldn't it be enough to just be by your side? What could be more perfect than witnessing the birth of a god?"

Wu Can laughed, his laughter wild and wicked.

When the laughter abruptly stopped, she threw herself into Liszt's arms, her high-heeled feet rising on tiptoe, and greedily buried her head in Liszt's neck.

Lister patted her round, pert buttocks.

"Move quickly."

"The head of Epsilon just sent me a telepathic message; we have intelligence on the spies lurking among the alien races."

"They took so long to make a move, they must have been very confident."

With a look of ecstasy, Muzan stuck out his tongue and gently licked the skin outside the blood vessels, then revealed his sharp fangs.

"Right away~"