Anime, infinite dimension starting from Mahou no Yakumo

"Huh?...No, wait, I haven't said anything yet!"

Zhenxun's quick answer, almost without thinking, left the Holy Emperor astonished and even a little flustered.

"Please don't refuse so quickly!"

"But it can't be anything good, can it? It's a matter of life and death for the nation, so it's even more troublesome. Your Majesty, have you forgotten what I told you before?"

“I remember… but… even so, I still want you to listen to my entire story before making a decision.”

He originally wanted to say, "I'm not listening, it's like a turtle chanting scriptures," but before he could say it, the other side said again:

"...I'm heading to your apartment right away, Mr. Mahiro. You can't refuse now."

After saying that, the phone was hung up.

That's quite a tough stance, and it even has a hint of the capriciousness unique to young girls.

"However, considering this is the first time I've been so willful, I'll just listen to it for now."

Mahiro sat up in bed, got dressed, and went out of the apartment to greet her.

After all, he is the head of state, and he came to visit in person, so we have to give him some face.

However, as soon as he went downstairs, he felt a chill on his face.

"It's raining?"

Looking up, I saw that the sky, which had been sunny not long ago, had become overcast, and a light drizzle was falling from the sky.

He waited at the building entrance for a long time, but the extended luxury limousine from Shengju never arrived.

Instead, in the increasingly heavy rain, he saw a white figure running towards him from a distance.

"...The Holy Emperor???"

That's right, it's the Holy Emperor.

He ran alone in the rain, without bodyguards or his usual luxury car, and arrived at his apartment building.

It seems that because she doesn't exercise often, and was also wearing high heels, she accidentally stepped on the edge of a small pebble and slipped, falling down immediately.

Fortunately, Mahiro appeared in time and caught her, and also received that elastic and soft touch.

"Ah...sorry."

The Holy Emperor raised his head, and his moist eyes met Zhenxun's. His snow-white hair clung to his face, making him look less holy and more pitiful.

Not to mention that she was completely soaked at the moment, and the white dress did nothing to cover her up; instead, it revealed the color of her skin.

Yes, it's pure white inside too.

"My dear Holy Emperor, what are you doing?"

Mahiro looked away and slowly helped her up, opening his umbrella to keep the rain out.

Then, she used magic to carefully evaporate the rainwater off the Holy Emperor to prevent her from catching a cold.

"How amazing..."

The Holy Emperor blinked in surprise, watching as the white silk gloves on his hands gradually became clean, and clearly feeling a warmth spreading through his body.

"Is this magic?"

"Yeah, you think it's fun?"

"..."

The Holy Emperor seemed to subconsciously want to nod, but quickly stopped himself, his face turning red with embarrassment.

Her skin, which was originally pale and cool-toned, now had a faint blush, making her very charming.

Seeing her like this, Zhenxun couldn't help but smile and say, "Never mind, let's go upstairs first."

Although it was a bit bumpy, they managed to meet the Holy Emperor and bring her home.

However, when he inquired about what had happened, the Holy Emperor's answer amused him.

"You mean not only did the limousine break down on the way, but it also got caught in a downpour shortly after it left, and since you didn't have an umbrella, you had to run all the way here?"

Zhenxun looked at the Holy Emperor, who nodded in agreement, with a strange expression, and then burst out laughing.

"Hey you, don't you know how to buy an umbrella at a roadside shop? Or you could find somewhere to shelter from the rain and wait for me to come find you."

"You're out there all alone, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"

"...Because the situation was urgent, I accidentally forgot... Also, please stop laughing, okay?"

"Alright, alright, I won't laugh anymore. Since it's so urgent, let's talk about it."

Even with this answer, the Holy Emperor still stared at him with resentment in his eyes.

However, she curiously looked around his house as if searching for something, and finally her gaze unexpectedly landed on the bathroom.

"...Excuse me, Mr. Masahiro. Before that, may I use your bathroom?"

"Please feel free to take a bath." Mahiro did not refuse.

Although they helped dry her off, she was still a bit dirty, especially her pure white skirt, which was covered in mud.

"Well, excuse me..."

The Holy Emperor got up and hurriedly entered the bathroom.

To be honest, the emperor's change of heart was somewhat beyond his expectations.

In his memory, the Holy Emperor's initial image was that of a holy woman, as pure as an angel descending to earth. But now, compared to that purity, she is more like the appearance of a sixteen-year-old girl.

She's clumsy to the point of being endearing, yet she can't let go of her airs and reserve.

However, just as he was pondering these changes, the rustling sound of clothes rubbing together suddenly came from the closed dressing room.

He instinctively turned his head and saw a silhouette reflected in the frosted glass.

A dress slipped down to her feet, and through the glass, her slender, graceful figure was revealed, making one's mouth water.

To be honest... even though frosted glass can obstruct vision, Mahiro can still automatically reconstruct the blurry image back to its original form in his mind even without activating "Multiple Observations".

In the silhouette of the changing room door in front of the bathroom, a bra slipped to the ground, and then panties were pulled down from those long, beautiful legs.

Then her figure completely disappeared, followed by the sound of a shower.

"Tsk..."

Having watched the show, Makoto silently withdrew his gaze.

About twenty minutes later, the Holy Emperor finished his bath.

She had thrown all her clothes into the washing machine to wash, so she was currently wearing Mahiro's shirt.

After all, besides his clothes, the only other clothes in the house were those of Xiao Chaoxia and Xiao Yanzhu, and it was obvious that the Holy Emperor's size was simply too small for them.

Fortunately, the shirt he was wearing, which was over 1.8 meters tall, looked like a dress on the Holy Emperor.

but...

"...I have a feeling that something..."

The Holy Emperor slowly opened the bathroom door, and amidst the hazy warmth, he couldn't help but shyly hug himself.

A pure white girl in a white shirt timidly emerged from the bathroom, awkwardly tugging at her clothes. To be honest, she was incredibly alluring, especially since she was completely naked. One could vaguely see something indescribable.

If it were any other man, he probably wouldn't have been able to control himself by now.

“Your Majesty, I think you should thank Dr. Sumire Muroto.”

"?"

The Holy Emperor looked at him with suspicion and asked, "That one of the Four Sages? What are you thanking her for?"

"Thanks to her for putting me into a state of enlightenment," Mahiro said earnestly.

Even now, this sage-like state is almost at its breaking point.

However, the girl tilted her head blankly, blinking her pale purple, moist eyes, completely unable to understand what he was saying.

It can only be said that the Holy Emperor truly is a girl who is consistent inside and out.

Even though she has transformed from that idealist, she remains pure inside and out.

"Forget it if you don't know."

Zhenxun waved his hand, telling her not to worry about such details, and invited her to sit down:

"Then tell me, what is it that concerns the life and death of the nation, and that I cannot refuse over the phone?"

The Holy Emperor's already flushed face turned even redder from his teasing, but he still mustered his spirits and said to him very seriously:

"Mr. Masahiro, the Tokyo area is on the verge of destruction and is about to face annihilation."

Isn't this a good thing?

It's such a fortunate occasion that opening champagne on the spot wouldn't be an exaggeration.

But looking at this girl who was working so hard for the Tokyo area, he ultimately didn't do anything too outrageous.

The reason for the destruction of the Tokyo area is also very simple, just like in the original work.

The Thirty-Two monolith, which Kisara discovered had been built with substandard materials and had reduced holmium content, was then eroded by Aldebaran, the Gastrea that was once the left and right hand of Taurus and was closest to Stage 5.

The megalith injected with the corrosive liquid has now turned white.

"So, there are only six days left. In six days, the monolith will collapse, and Gastrea will invade in large numbers, causing an outbreak and destruction in the Tokyo area?"

"Yes." The Holy Emperor nodded solemnly.

He was looking at the bleached photograph of the megalith spread out on the glass table, as well as the horrifying photograph of the Gastrea head.

"Speaking of which, it's already eroded to this extent, yet those ubiquitous news media haven't made this major news on the megalith into their headlines... It seems you have indeed changed a lot."

"You can mock me all you want, I understand that these days the people have seen me as a witch, as an iron-fisted dictator."

The Holy Emperor laughed self-deprecatingly and shook his head slightly.

“However, even so, it doesn’t matter. I still want to make the Tokyo area better, so I would like to ask you, Mr. Mahiro, to help the Tokyo area one more time.”

Behind that giant stone monument were about two thousand Gastrea at various stages.

This situation is really not funny.

Even though the military's self-defense force had made a pledge to kill these Gastrea, the Holy Emperor was no longer that naive little girl, and she knew very well that.

That is impossible.

If Gastrea were so easily defeated, humans ten years ago wouldn't have suffered such a crushing defeat and been imprisoned in such a small territory.

"So, I beg you, Mr. Mahiro, please take action for the Tokyo area once again."

The Holy Emperor bowed his head deeply.

Ignoring the plum blossoms standing proudly and aloof in the snow and wind in the twelfth lunar month.

“Raise your head, Your Majesty. No matter what, you are the head of the Tokyo region and should not lower your head.”

"...So you've agreed?"

No, I refuse.

"why?"

Hearing his decisive response, the Holy Emperor pursed his lips tightly, his eyes revealing sorrow and urgency, and quickly added:

"If it's about compensation, we can talk about it again. I'm willing to pay any price as long as it can save the Tokyo area."

"That's not the question."

Zhenxun shook his head and pointed a finger at the girl, saying, "You've got three things wrong, Holy Emperor."

"Three, three things?"

"First of all, this is a commission. You should go to President Kisara first, and then go through President Kisara to assign me the task. That is the correct procedure. But now you, Your Majesty, are coming to me directly, bypassing the president of the agency. This will have a great impact on my reputation."

"...what?"

The Holy Emperor was stunned, staring blankly at him.

What's the reason?

"Secondly, I have never fought for the Tokyo area, whether it was Hiruko Kagetane or Scorpio. It was all because of you, Holy Emperor."