Dragon Raja: I started out as Erii's older brother

"Urgent report! Urgent report! Lady Uesugi is showing signs of emotional instability!"

"Target One... Target One seems to have gone mad!"

This news was like a bomb, quickly causing an uproar within the Sheqi Hachike's command system.

Less than three minutes later, the paper door was pulled open with a "whoosh".

The head maid, who was wearing a kimono and had a serious expression last time, appeared at the door with several servants.

She looked at the scene before her, a scene that could be described as a world-famous painting, and her brows furrowed into a deep frown.

"What are you doing?" Her voice was icy cold.

Su Mo's wailing stopped abruptly. He sprang up from the ground, his face filled with grief and anxiety, and rushed to the head maid.

"Something terrible has happened!!!"

He pointed to Erii in the corner, lowered his voice, and spoke in a tone that was both exaggerated and sincere.

"Eri... she's entered a period of creative block!"

"Her creative wellspring is rapidly drying up! She urgently needs to go to Akihabara to absorb the abundant anime and manga energy there to replenish her power!"

"Otherwise...otherwise she might get so overwhelmed with grief that she'd tear the roof off the house!"

The head maid's face clearly showed that she did not believe Su Mo's nonsense.

But when her gaze fell on the small figure in the corner, exuding an aura of melancholy, her expression changed.

She couldn't afford to risk Erii losing control of her emotions.

The head maid gave Su Mo, who was acting like a drama queen, a deep look, then looked at Erii, who was "in character," and finally sighed deeply.

She took out her phone and dialed a number.

"It's me. Regarding the young lady's request to go out... Yes, the situation is somewhat special... I recommend granting it. Location: Akihabara."

After the call ended, the head maid spoke coldly to Su Mo.

"The elders have approved it. However, there are conditions."

"You can only go to the game stores in Akihabara, and the number of your escorts will be doubled."

"Most importantly, you must not leave the guards' sight at any time."

"No problem!!! Absolutely no problem!!!"

Upon hearing this, Su Mo readily agreed, her heart overflowing with joy.

"And another thing," the head maid said, staring at him and scolding him.

"Watch your words and actions. If you dare to act crazy like you did today again, you'll never be allowed to leave the house again."

"Yes, yes, I will definitely be careful with my words and actions, and fight for the honor of the family!"

Su Mo immediately stood at attention, almost ready to salute.

The head maid snorted coldly, turned around, and left with her entourage.

The two Wailing Wall brothers outside the door also disappeared.

Looking at the empty doorway, Su Mo could no longer contain her elation.

He quietly turned around and gave Erii, who was still "performing" in the corner, a big, victorious V sign.

"Plan B, cleared!!!"

"Tokyo Tower!!! You great conqueror, you've arrived!!!"

. . .

Half an hour later.

Sitting in the car, Su Mo deeply understood the meaning of a certain sentence.

Life is nothing more than constantly moving from one cage to another.

He looked out the window at the rapidly receding street scene, then glanced inside the car.

In the front, in the driver's seat and the passenger seat, sat two burly men who could kill a bull with their eyes.

Behind them, he and Erii were sandwiched in the middle, with a burly man on each side.

This seemingly bulletproof luxury car was as crowded as a subway during rush hour.

"I'm devastated. Am I going to Akihabara to buy games, or to Syria to escort prisoners of war?"

Su Mo was internally ranting and raving.

He roughly counted that there were eight identical black sedans in the convoy, and theirs was in the very middle.

"With this kind of entourage, anyone who didn't know better would think the Emperor was going out."

Erii, who was next to him, was very excited. Her little face was pressed tightly against the car window as she looked at everything outside, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

She clearly treated this trip as a grand spring outing.

Su Mo sighed and tried to get closer to the "gatekeeper brother" next to her.

"Hey bro, what's your surname? Looking at those biceps, you must lift weights a lot, right?"

The "gatekeeper brother" kept his eyes straight ahead and uttered two words: "On duty."

"Alright then." Feeling awkward, Su Mo turned to the other side. "And this gentleman? The weather's so nice today, are you interested in..."

"Shut up." The other "gatekeeper brother" was even more concise.

Su Mo gave up completely.

He felt like he wasn't communicating with people, but with two breathing walls.

. . .

The atmosphere reached a fever pitch as the convoy slowly drove into Akihabara's electronics district.

Eight black cars lined up on the side of the road. The doors opened at the same time, and more than twenty burly men in black suits and sunglasses stepped out.

That aura was off the charts; it could be a textbook example in a gangster movie.

They quickly cleared a small area, protecting Su Mo and Erii in the middle.

All the passersby turned their heads in unison, their expressions saying the same thing: "Holy crap, are they filming a movie?"

[Help, this feeling of social annihilation is too intense.]

Su Mo wished she could dig a hole in the ground and bury herself right there.

He now finally understood why the elders had agreed so readily.

This isn't just a chance to let people out for a walk; it's a public execution!

Just then, Erii tugged at his sleeve and pointed to a brightly colored stall not far away.

It was a crepe stand.

Su Mo remembered his promise and, steeling himself, spoke to the captain of the guards beside him, who was also the head maid's icy-faced subordinate.

"Um, we're going to buy some food."

The captain nodded and spoke a few words coldly into the communicator.

The next second, Su Mo witnessed what professionalism truly meant.

The twelve guards rushed out in a flash, forming a counter-terrorism formation that surrounded the small crepe stall in layers.

The stall owner was a kind-looking middle-aged man, but at this moment his hand holding the shovel was shaking like a leaf, and the smile on his face was more like a grimace.

Despite the immense pressure, Su Mo stepped forward.

"Uncle, don't be nervous, we're not here to collect protection money."

Su Mo said awkwardly, "I want two crepes, one strawberry and one chocolate banana."

"Okay...okay!!!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly began making the product, sweat streaming down his forehead.

Su Mo felt that the stall owner probably had never made such an imposing crepe in his life.

Just as Su Mo was waiting idly, on the rooftop of a building across the street.

A young man in a black trench coat was observing all of this through binoculars.

He is the second-generation being under the command of the King of Bronze and Fire, who calls himself the Mask of Night.

"Hmph, foolish mortals, do you think you can protect your treasures just by having more people?"