The random characters in the dating sim world are a bit bad.

"What are these guys doing here?"

"Lucasión, whatever their purpose is, expose the Barutona's cannons. Signal them to surrender, or we'll sink it." Lyon really disliked guys who showed up without warning.

"Yes, master."

Inside the control room of the Kingdom's warship.

The warship captain couldn't help but glance at the Barutona, which had revealed the muzzle of its cannons, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

"Is this the warship that defeated the Duchy's army...?"

"Captain, Viscount Bartofarth's men have ordered us to halt. There's a no-fly zone ahead." The translator wisely refrained from directly stating that they were raising a white flag, opting instead for a more polite explanation.

"Alright, alright. I understand. Stop the warships immediately and retract the cannons. Don't let Viscount Bartofart lose faith in the kingdom. We're here on a mission. Misunderstandings would be disastrous."

The warship captain nodded in satisfaction at the translator, his eyes revealing his unreserved appreciation.

"You're a smart kid. From now on, you'll stay by my side."

"Thank you for your appreciation, Captain."

Inside the warship's cabin.

Zola and the temple bishop chatted happily as they looked at the territory before them.

“Miss Zola, Viscount Bartofart’s estate is truly beautifully constructed. It would be wonderful to live there. Even Her Majesty the Saint would love it.”

The temple bishop looked at the beautiful territory that Lyon had built, and a glint of greed flashed in his eyes, a greed that Zola noticed perfectly.

"Hehe. Your Excellency, the third son will certainly be happy to offer his territory to the temple. It would be an extremely honorable thing for him."

dong dong!

"Your Excellency, we cannot proceed further as this is a no-fly zone for warships. Please move to the deck; we will be taking an airship to the Viscount's territory."

Hearing the sounds coming from outside the door, the temple bishop's eyes also showed a hint of anger.

"It seems Miss Zola has been wronged at the Bartofart family. How dare a mere third son treat the lady of the main family like that?"

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Your Excellency."

Zola looked at the temple bishop's angry face and felt extremely satisfied. The evil smile in the corner of his eye made his face even uglier.

[Bartofalt, this time you damned bastard, prepare to die! The power of the temple is beyond your imagination!]

The temples of the Kingdom of Holfate originated from the lineage of the saintess who established the kingdom. Their position within the kingdom is akin to a state religion (though this is debatable), and they wield considerable power. However, with the kingdom's policy of centralizing power, this power is gradually being eroded.

If everything had gone smoothly, the temple might have become just an ordinary cult in less than a decade. However, the fact that Marie became a saintess prompted the temple, which was preparing to give up, to launch a counterattack.

"I understand. I'll leave the rest to you."

After the temple bishop finished speaking, he and Zola, led by the temple warriors, went up to the deck. When their eyes fell on Bartona, who was pointing his cannon at himself in the sky, their anger was impossible to hide.

"How dare that viscount!"

As a temple bishop, he was respected wherever he went and was never ordered to point a cannon at himself.

[That damned Bartofalt, I'll make him pay! I've never suffered such humiliation before.]

The soldiers on deck were somewhat displeased that Barutona had pointed his cannons at the warship, but their displeasure was nowhere near as great as that of the temple bishop. After all, every territory has no-fly zones, though Lyon's no-fly zones are generally larger.

"Your Excellency, we can board the airship now." After the temple warriors on the airship had finished preparing everything, they lowered the rope ladder. When the captain of the warship and the others saw this, a look of disdain flashed in their eyes.

[The people at the temple are really being fussy, needing a rope ladder for such a small airship.]

"Captain, Viscount Bartofarth has given another signal; he's on his way to us now." The translator, having received the latest signal from Bartofarth, jogged up to the captain and whispered.

"I understand. Tell everyone to be prepared, in case the people from the temple do something."

Between Lyon and the temple, the warship captain unhesitatingly leaned towards the former, inwardly grumbling about the officials who had assigned him the escort mission before stepping forward.

"Your Excellency the Temple Bishop, Viscount Bartofart just signaled that he is on his way. Please wait a moment."

The temple bishop snorted coldly upon hearing the warship captain's words, then looked angrily at the small black dot in the sky.

"A mere viscount is quite arrogant. He doesn't take our temple seriously at all."

Before Lyon even arrived on the warship, he was already being accused of a crime.

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Please give me some votes, I've been getting so few lately.

The anime crossover series, where I become stronger entirely by eating myself.

Synopsis: After transmigrating, there is no system, and no old man.

Just when Luo Zhen was being ravaged by reality and feeling helpless about life in another world, he saw other versions of himself in an unknown space.

Good news! The cheat code is here: those who can travel through multiple worlds can also gain the abilities of those other worlds.

The bad news is that they've taken everything too far, even their very existence has been stripped away!

My story, which should have been a story of a loving family with a golden finger, turned into a survival game where only one person could survive.

(Starting from DanMachi, it's actually an invincible, enjoyable story.)

Volume 2 School Life: Chapter 77 I Want This Guy

Boom!

After Lyon piloted the Schwelott to the top of the kingdom's warship, he stopped and then jumped onto the deck. After scanning the area, he spotted the warship's captain with a flower on his shoulder.

“Leon von Bartofalt. You must be the captain of this warship. May I ask what brings you to my territory? Has the Duchy decided to escalate the conflict into war?”

“Viscount Lyon, I am Captain Norris von Ban, a fifth-rank officer in the Kingdom. I have come to visit on orders from the Kingdom to escort the Temple Bishop.”

The warship's captain, Norris von Ban, explained to Leon with a somewhat bitter look in his eyes. When his gaze fell upon the temple bishop's ugly face, he apologized to Leon with a hint of helplessness.

"Senior Norris, please forgive my abruptness. I will have the warship retract its cannons immediately."

Lyon was immediately filled with awe upon learning that the warship's captain was Norris, a legendary general born into a border noble family.

Norris von Ban, at the age of forty, became a fifth-rank colonel, just one step away from becoming a general. He had a glorious record of holding off the Black Knights for an hour in a battle against the Duchy and had experience in annihilating many medium and large-sized air pirate groups, but because of his noble birth on the border, he had been unable to get the opportunity to be promoted to general.

Disheartened by this, Norris immediately requested to withdraw from the front lines of the kingdom and took his warships to the surrounding areas of the kingdom to become a patrol captain, dealing with air pirates from time to time. At the young age of fifty, he began to live a leisurely retirement life.

"Thank you, Viscount Lyon."

“Senior Norris, you can just call me Leon. Speaking of which, my father served under you when he was in the army.” Leon laughed and began to talk to Norris, using his father as a connection to help Norris recall the passionate days on the kingdom’s borders.

In the distance, the temple bishop and Zola watched as Leon became engrossed in conversation with Norris, and their expressions darkened. After a moment of restraint, they finally spoke up.

"Viscount Bartofarth!"

The temple bishop's shrill voice interrupted Lyon and his companion's conversation.

Lyon's gaze sharpened immediately as he looked at the temple bishop. Noticing the change in Lyon's aura, Norris reached out to stop him and cautioned him, "Lyon, the temple's influence in the kingdom has increased significantly recently due to the presence of a saintess. Don't be too impulsive."

"Don't worry, Senior Norris. I know what I'm doing."

Norris nodded after seeing Lyon's resolute gaze, and at the same time made a gesture to the soldiers behind him.

"This must be His Excellency the Temple Bishop appointed by the Kingdom. If you do not have a good explanation for this use of the Kingdom's warships, I will explain your overstepping of authority to Her Majesty the Queen!"

Without further ado, Lyon immediately accused the temple bishop of overstepping his authority. This kind of low-level tactic had been used countless times by our ancestors over the past five thousand years.

“Hmph! Viscount Bartofart, we have obtained military permission to requisition the warships this time. Now I expect you to apologize for your previous rudeness, otherwise I will report this to the Archbishop.”

After the temple bishop finished speaking, his face hung high in the sky, looking extremely arrogant.

"Since you've put it that way, then go ahead and sue."

Lyon had no fear of temples or anything like that.

"You! Humph!"

“Bartofart, we have come here because of the necklace you seized during your fight against the air pirates. It bears the emblem of our temple. It belongs to our temple, so please hand it over.”

The temple bishop spoke in a condescending and aggressive tone, and the temple warrior beside him instinctively took a step forward.

"Tsk. There really have been some stupid ones." Leon made a light grumble before stating his opinion.

"First, I did not seize any temple necklaces."

"Secondly, the kingdom stipulates that after an adventurer pays a portion of their earnings as taxes, the rest is theirs to manage."

"Third, the temple has no right to order nobles to hand over their ill-gotten gains."

"Fourth, without official orders from the Kingdom, I have the right to suspect whether you threatened General Norris or coerced him into this action."

"Fifth, if I do not see you leave my territory within ten minutes, the cannons on Barutona will not hesitate to shoot you down."

The calm sound proclaimed its absolute dominance over the surrounding area, and one of the warships immediately fired a shot into the sea below.

Boom!

The explosion caused by the blue bullet hitting the sea reached the kingdom's warship. The temple bishop's body trembled immediately, and the top hat he was wearing fell to the ground due to the violent wind.

"Bartofarth, I hope you'll still have the same attitude then! Let's go!" The temple bishop, without hesitation, led the way onto the airship in the face of Lyon's arrogance. Zola could only follow him shakily as he watched this scene.

"What a foolish woman. Wouldn't it be better to just stay quietly in the capital?"

Leon looked at Zola's figure with displeasure, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes!

"Hahaha! Leon, aren't you afraid of the temple's retaliation for doing this?"

"Hahaha. If Senior Norris hadn't ordered his soldiers to prepare for conflict, I might have been afraid."

"You're really something, kid! I like it!"

Norris stepped forward and slapped Leon on the shoulder, the force of which sent a burning pain through Leon.

[It's astonishing that someone who's fifty years old has such incredible strength.]

"Senior Norris, would you be interested in visiting my factory? It's right next to my territory, very close by."

Seeing the malicious glint in Lyon's eyes, Norris hesitated for a moment.

[That greedy kid's factory seems to be quite popular with the border lords lately. But why did he invite me there?]

A soldier's instinct told Norris he shouldn't go. After all, Leon's blatant gaze made him feel very dangerous.

"Don't worry, Senior Norris. We're just going for a visit this time, not to bring in clients for Augustus and his group." Seeing that Norris was still a little hesitant, Lyon added with a cheerful smile.

"Then I'll have to bother you, Lyon."

Faced with Lyon's overwhelming enthusiasm, Norris finally agreed.

Immediately, Lyon contacted Gulav at the factory via phone to prepare for the inspection.

[Hehe. Senior Norris, you'd better just fall into the trap...]

Lyon's purpose in inviting Norris, a former border warlord, was ostensibly simple: to have him inspect the military skills of the former soldiers of the Principality of Vanos, now members of the factory guard, who had spent more than a week there.

After all, although Lyon had participated in many conflicts, large and small, he had never had any real military experience. Therefore, it would be very beneficial for him to be personally inspected by Norris and receive some suggestions.

Norris, having agreed, ordered the warship to fly towards Lyon's factory without hesitation, while simultaneously pondering Lyon's intentions.

"Leon, are you planning to send me to instruct your factory's security team? It seems like I have nothing he needs besides what's in my head."

After much thought, Norris realized that the only thing he possessed that could be of use to Leon was his knowledge of military training methods; nothing else. He smiled as he looked at Leon, who was constantly trying to get closer to his soldiers.

Although the kingdom's soldier training methods cannot be revealed, providing some basic guidance is no problem. Consider it a gift from a senior to a junior. After all, our border nobles haven't had such outstanding young men in a long time.

…………

Inside the factory.

Upon receiving news that Lyon was about to come to inspect the place, Augustus immediately ended his negotiations with the merchant in front of him and rushed to Gulav.

"August!"

On the way to the factory training base, Augustus was caught up by Leon, who was driving a Schwelott, and stopped him with a smile.

"Home, Master!"

Hearing Lyon's voice, Augustus turned around in fear, his face showing a palpable urgency.

"You're not thinking of notifying Gulav, are you? I've told you so many times, a surprise inspection is a surprise inspection, there's no room for notification. If you do this again, I'll remove you from your position and make Gulav the factory manager!"

“No! Absolutely not, Master! How can that guy Gulav be the factory manager? He has such a volatile temper, he'll definitely drive the customers away.” Augustus said solemnly, without any emotion.

I'm sorry, Gulav. Your reputation within the clan is too high right now. If you were to become the factory manager, everyone would probably hold a meeting to discuss replacing me!