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After saying that, she looked at Mahiro and said affectionately:

"Besides, Yotsuba-chan can do whatever she wants to me. Staying by her side is much better than staying with that guy who has such lewd breasts but is surprisingly chaste, right?"

"That's still better than your flat chest, isn't it!"

With a loud thud, Kisara slammed the toy onto the table, the force almost crushing the bowl.

But then she blushed and said, "And...and Shinsuke isn't the kind of person you're describing at all..."

"Oh dear, you know what, Kisara? Only people with well-proportioned breasts look more elegant in kimonos~ So no one would look at someone with such vulgar and tasteless big breasts like you."

Wei Zhi gently patted her fan, smiling smugly.

This even garnered Yeonju's approval.

“Master…”

Xiaochai looked at Mugen with a worried expression.

"It's okay, I'm fine, Xiaocha."

Kisara muttered to himself, but he didn't seem to be alright.

She kept her head down, the shadow cast by her bangs obscuring her face, and her blood vessels seemed to burst with a loud popping sound.

Even though there was no food left in the bowl, she mechanically moved her chopsticks back and forth between her mouth and the plate.

"Snow Shadow...do you want to suck the blood of the snake demon?...I really can't do anything with you...sob sob sob."

Driven to madness by rage, Kisara began talking to the demon sword he carried with him.

"I said."

With a snap, Mahiro put down her chopsticks and pulled her arm away from Miki's side, creating some distance.

Said coldly:

"You can argue all you want, no problem. But if you try to fight in my house, I'll throw you all out onto the street. Understand?"

With just one sentence, the anger between the two sides vanished completely, and even the previous hostility disappeared without a trace.

The two of them immediately sat up straight and began to quickly scoop food out of the pot with their chopsticks to stuff their mouths.

Because they knew very well that if things really escalated and a fight broke out, Mahiro would actually do it.

Chapter 81 Idealists and Paranoia

Two days later.

A stretched luxury Lincoln limousine sped down the road.

Mahiro sat to one side, admiring the rapidly changing scenery outside the window.

Little Yeonju, who was beside him, was dozing off against him.

Beside Enju was Asaka, who was holding the katana in her arms and caressing the scabbard, her fingertips lightly tracing the gold-plated marks on the black piano lacquer scabbard.

This is a new knife given to her by Sima Weizhi; it is made of ultra-holmium alloy.

Perhaps feeling it was necessary for the mission, they brought it along.

However, for some reason, a heavy and tense atmosphere filled the car at this moment.

"...Mr. Masahiro, did you cause the disappearance of Takuto Howaki and several of his guards?" the Holy Emperor suddenly asked, cutting straight to the point.

Three days have passed since Takuto Howaki went missing. Although Asahi despises Takuto Howaki, as the ruler, she still orders people to go and search for him.

But there was still no news; it was as if he had vanished into thin air.

There were no witnesses at home or on the street.

The Holy Emperor immediately thought of Yotsuba Mahiro; he was the only one in the entire Tokyo area capable of doing this.

"So you discovered it... I didn't expect His Majesty the Holy Emperor to be so perceptive."

"I don't understand, Mr. Mahiro, why did you do this?"

The Holy Emperor ignored his joke and continued to ask further questions.

"There's no particular reason." Mahiro put his head in his hands and said listlessly, "There's no particular reason... I just simply don't like that guy, and he just happened to provoke me. He cornered me in the bathroom and threatened to make me abandon the mission, and he was even about to attack me."

You know I couldn't just stand there and let him beat me up, so I just got rid of him.

The calm tone made it seem as if he were recounting a trivial matter.

"Besides, Your Majesty, don't you also dislike that guy?"

"...That is no reason to resort to vigilante justice at will."

With his hands clenched slightly on his thighs, the Holy Emperor lectured with a serious expression: "Mr. Zhenxun, if everything is really as you say, you can tell me about this matter and let me handle it."

"I'll tell you... and then what?"

"I will punish him severely in accordance with the laws of the Tokyo area!"

"Oh, and then what?"

"And then...?"

The emperor couldn't answer, or was a severe legal punishment and warning not enough?

Of course not.

"You are still too inexperienced, Your Majesty the Holy Emperor... no, it would be more accurate to say that you are somewhat like 'let them eat meat porridge'."

Makoto's words caused the Holy Emperor to frown slightly in displeasure. She actually wanted to refute him, saying she hadn't said anything like that, but before she could speak, Makoto continued:

"Since you can't answer, then I'll tell you. After punishing Bao Xiezhuo and his guards with the law, since we can only issue a warning because we can't punish them severely, they will eventually come after me and retaliate against me. At that time, what I have to do will be almost the same as what I'm doing now."

So why didn't I just wipe them out from the start, instead of doing something so pointless?

"No way, how could this be!"

The Holy Emperor wanted to say this, but before he could open his mouth, Zhenxun continued:

"Moreover, my use of this method is also beneficial to you, Holy Emperor."

At the very least, it can deter those who always try to get something out of you, and it can also create a tough image for the outside world, so as to tell everyone that you are not an obedient puppet, nor are you being held hostage by that old guy, Kikunojo Tendo.

Wouldn't that be great?

You need to understand that decisive and ruthless measures are often far more effective than weak words and conventional thinking. At the very least, after you take the drastic step of making an example of someone to deter others, when you introduce the Gastrea Law, you won't receive as many threatening letters every day.

The Holy Emperor pursed his lips.

What Makoto said is true.

Since she tried to introduce the Gastrea Law, in addition to Kikunojo Tendo constantly obstructing the process, the citizens have also been incited.

Although he didn't do anything drastic, he sent her threatening letters almost every day.

Many of these items are even dangerous.

She naturally understood this principle and thought it might be useful.

The problem is, that's not her style.

“Using the fear of the people to rule a region is the method of dictators. But I am neither a dictator nor a tyrant. What I yearn for is that all citizens can be treated equally.”

"So, Your Majesty, you are far too idealistic."

Masahiro helplessly shrugged.

"Although I don't dislike your kindness and naivety, I actually envy them. Moreover, your ideas might have been very successful in a peaceful era. Unfortunately, you were born in the wrong era."

Are you trying to say that my thinking is wrong?

Although Zhenxun's words did not contain any derogatory meaning, the underlying message was one of such a thing, and the Holy Emperor, upon hearing this, showed a hint of anger on his face.

In response, Makoto, still resting his head on one hand, nodded in agreement.

"It was indeed wrong, and completely wrong."

As the saying goes, in times of chaos, harsh measures are necessary. In this messed-up era where heroes rise up everywhere, what is needed is not a benevolent and loving savior, but a tyrant capable of sweeping away everything.

This has been proven countless times throughout history: only an iron-fisted ruler can suppress the demons and monsters below and make them work for you.

Moreover, the CS you're dealing with is even more repulsive than demons and monsters, so you must demonstrate even tougher measures.

Holy Emperor: "..."

She couldn't agree with what Makoto said, and even now she still believed that people could understand each other and that human nature was inherently good.

However, she overlooked one point.

Even in times of peace and prosperity, people cannot understand each other, so how could they possibly do so in times of chaos?

Blindly being weak only leads to endless indulgence.

However, in those words, the Holy Emperor noticed a key point and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled:

"Mr. Mahiro...do you have any opinions about the people of the Tokyo area?"

"Who knows? Maybe I have opinions about all of humanity... But let's leave it at that for now, we've arrived."

Zhenxun gave the Holy Emperor a meaningful smile, then pointed out the window.

A super high-rise hotel with 86 floors came into view.

I remember dining and dashing with Kisara on the 30th floor of this hotel a year ago, and I never expected to revisit the same place a year later.

The Holy Emperor, however, fixed his gaze on him, as if trying to see through him.

Based on her understanding of Mahiro and judging from his words, she was certain that Mahiro harbored a certain degree of hostility... or rather, hatred towards the people of Tokyo.

Moreover, this hatred seems indiscriminate, directed at everyone.

However, they had already arrived at the venue for this informal meeting, so they could not continue the conversation.

The Holy Emperor could only silently keep this matter in mind.

"Xiao Chaoxia, Xiao Yanzhu, you two stay in the car. If you see anyone sneaking around trying to get close to the vehicle, don't hold back, just eliminate them."

After getting off the bus, Shinji gave some instructions to the two people in the bus.

"Understood~!"

"Yes, Enju and I will protect the car. Please be careful from now on, Master Shinji."

Enju's liveliness and carefree attitude, and Asaka's seriousness and meticulousness, formed a stark contrast.

However, one thing is certain: regardless of their performance, they will fulfill their duties to the best of their ability.

Afterwards, Mahiro followed the Holy Emperor, who was dressed in pure white, and slowly walked into the building.

However, as the elevator started and the numbers on the panel changed rapidly, the Holy Emperor's heart gradually became restless.

With her back to Mahiro, she looked at the Tokyo scenery outside the elevator and said, "Mr. Mahiro, I have never met President Qi Wu before, but I know that President Qi Wu is definitely not a simple person, so I'm entrusting this to you. Please don't leave my side."

Are you nervous? Or scared?

"I think so..."

Faced with Mahiro's teasing, the Holy Emperor calmly replied, "...The other party is someone even Lord Kikunojo would find troublesome, so naturally I must be extremely cautious in everything I do. And also—"

As she spoke, she suddenly turned around, her white dress unfolding and falling like flower petals.

The Holy Emperor, however, spoke to him with utmost seriousness and solemnity:

"Next is my personal request. Please, under no circumstances, threaten President Qi Wu with force, and direct action is absolutely unacceptable. Moreover, I am not the naive child you described. So please, from now on, maintain the minimum respect you would give me as the head of state."

"Of course, I have always respected you, Your Majesty."

A flawless smile graced Mahiro's face.

He's not stupid; of course he knows when it's okay to joke and when it's not. At the very least, he has to save face for the Holy Emperor in front of outsiders.

and...

"You underestimate me. If I really wanted to take action, I would definitely choose to do it outside."

He spoke very softly, and just then the elevator stopped, which was overheard by the Holy Emperor.

The Holy Emperor widened his eyes slightly as he looked at him.

But it was too late to say anything, because the elevator doors had already opened.