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"Hey, hey, hey, don't just say someone's dead without warning."

Suddenly, a voice interrupted from the side.

So the siblings turned their heads together.

At the main gate, there was... no, a strange group of two men, two women, and a dog.

Loki's eyes widened upon seeing this, and he muttered, "Impossible, Father... Father clearly sent a message..."

"Ah... well, it's actually fake."

It must be said that Xiao Zi's visual magic is very useful at times; they successfully deceived the enemy's eyes and escaped.

"Then, another dog came along too."

Yomi suddenly appeared from behind and ran towards Frey. Kobayashi deliberately said in a taunting tone, "Aren't you surprised? Aren't you happy?"

"...Tsk."

Loki's eyes widened, then he clicked his tongue in resentment and turned sharply to leave.

"and many more."

Kobayashi suddenly called out to Loki, saying to his back, "Although I am humble and tolerant, there are still three types of people I cannot forgive: those who order me around, those who defy me, and... those who are so arrogant and twisted that they don't express their feelings."

Upon hearing this, Loki turned around.

Kobayashi could tell what he was trying to say from his angry eyes.

—That was my line!

"Let's have a proper discussion at tonight's party, Loki~"

"Humph."

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The others breathed a slight sigh of relief after Loki left.

Watching Yomi and Rabi chasing each other in circles, Frey's face showed a slight smile, though not as radiant as in the photos, but it was the first time Kobayashi had ever seen her smile.

This is a good thing.

"Frei, I know you have a lot of questions, but for the specifics, ask Yomi." Kobayashi turned and made to leave.

Even if you want to take credit, you have to consider the occasion. For now, let's give them some space.

Most importantly, the party is about to begin.

Looking up at Big Ben in the distance, the hour hand was already pointing to five, and the opening time of the evening party was six o'clock in the evening, so he had to go and prepare.

"I'm leaving now, I won't bother you any longer."

"and many more."

Frey called out to Kobayashi. After her mouth moved for a while, she finally mustered up her courage and said, "Thank you... for rescuing Yomi... It had been locked up there... for several years... You must have... encountered danger... I'm sorry."

"Don't always say sorry." Kobayashi smiled and said, "But it's okay, it's your family after all."

"—!"

Frey suddenly raised her head, tears streaming down her face.

Kobayashi stepped forward and wiped away her tears, saying gently, "Go, have a good talk with it, and then get ready to attend the night party. I'll be waiting for you, Frey."

"...Okay, see you later."

"See you later."

Frey waved her hand and turned to leave.

Yomi was a step behind and took the opportunity to whisper to Kobayashi, "Kid, you're quite the smooth talker."

"Is this a compliment?" Kobayashi asked rhetorically.

“Of course, being able to talk is very popular.” Jomi smiled like an aunt, “Don’t worry, I’ll put in a good word for you.”

"What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb. You're only helping Frey because you like her, aren't you?"

"……you misunderstood."

"haha, really."

Yomi left behind a meaningful laugh, wagged its tail, and happily chased after him, leaving Kobayashi and Akabane Raishin looking at each other.

"Let's go back and change our clothes."

"We're about to have a night party."

The two went to the dormitory together.

Kobayashi took off her dusty and worn-out clothes and put on the formal attire provided by the academy. Just like wearing a suit to play games, there had to be a sense of ceremony.

Not to mention that this is a banquet to select the protagonist (the Demon King), so naturally the highest level of reception and pomp must be used.

The location designated as the battlefield for the night meeting was not a field exercise area.

The current stage is a grassy plaza located behind the central lecture hall, sandwiched between the Faculty of Film and the Faculty of Law. White stone pillars stand on the ground like Stonehenge, creating a battlefield.

But this is only temporary. As the battle intensifies and the night party reaches its climax, the venue will be changed to become larger and more luxurious.

...that's too far.

At the front of the battlefield, the students had already lined up. Surrounded by everyone's curious gazes, Kobayashi and Akabane Raishin slowly walked towards the line.

Standing on the platform atop the steps in front of the student group, the principal was saying, "I look forward to your active participation."

It was right at the end of the speech.

It seems the ceremony is still late.

The professors looked helpless, while Charlotte glared at Kobayashi with a furious expression, but he could only respond with an apologetic shrug and shake his head.

There were over a thousand people present, but only a hundred glove holders were obligated to participate in the night party, so not everyone showed a serious expression; some treated it as a fun activity during the festival.

After the principal's speech, it was natural to have the top student, who was ranked first in academics, take an oath.

Therefore, Akabane Tensen...

No, Magnus has taken over.

He was accompanied by six girls dressed in Gothic Lolita fashion. Although they looked as cute as flowers, they were actually a team whose combat power was comparable to several warships. They were strong contenders for the title of Demon King in this Night Meeting!

"We who have gathered in Walpurgis are willing to fight to the death to preserve the flame of magic. To be king is to be nothing. We swear to fight with truth."

This statement ignited a frenzy of fighting, and all participants became excited.

At this moment, the band played a loud trumpet, a flock of crows flew in the setting sun, the students watching gave the participants a warm round of applause, and the clock tower seemed to have timed it perfectly.

Clang—clang—clang—clang…

Finally, as the sixth note ended...

"The 49th annual Walpurgis Gala is now open!"

As the principal announced the order, the glove holders took out their gloves, including Kobayashi, and then put them on in unison.

The female student from the executive department stepped forward and called out in a voice as loud as an opera singer:

"Number one hundred – Goddess Spokesperson (Aqua Pontifex)! Come to the stage!"

He was immediately called out.

[Goddess Spokesperson]

Kobayashi specially chose this title, hoping that the Axis religion could also shine in this world and bring a little wisdom and peace to a world still in war.

Kobayashi lifted his foot and left the group.

He passed through the wreaths that seemed to be the entrance and entered the battlefield. Of course, the elegant waitress, the girl-type automaton Ryuu, followed behind him.

Just as they reached the center of the battlefield, the warriors were sung.

"Ninety-ninth place—Sacred Blaze, the Self-Flying Flame Sword! Come to the stage!"

The spectators were stunned when the names of the opponents were revealed.

"what?!"

"No way!"

"It was him? He voluntarily demoted?"

It seems they were unaware that Loki had lowered his ranking to ninety-ninth.

Amidst the commotion of the audience, a boy with pearly red eyes and a resemblance to Frey, whom Kobayashi recognized, appeared from the other side.

He was none other than Loki, the Sword Emperor, one of the thirteen, along with the angel-type mini-Gundam following beside him.

"The broadcast wasn't malfunctioning?"

"It's really him!"

"But why..."

The onlookers were still unclear about why, but Xiaolin knew.

"Oh, a tsundere boy with a twisted personality."

"You guy..."

Loki revealed a murderous glint in his eyes and said fiercely, "I should have told you to abstain."

"I think I already said I refused." Kobayashi raised her head slightly, looking rather stubborn.

Their gazes clashed intensely.

And so, the first night of the rendezvous began.

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Several gas lamps illuminated the battlefield.

Under the illumination of the lights, Gabriel, gleaming with a metallic sheen, began to move.