Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Looking at Vereslana, who was brimming with confidence, Makoto Haramura felt a little embarrassed and couldn't bear to watch any longer.

It's truly pathetic.

A crimson demon sword appeared directly in his hand and solidified.

"I'll just give him a break."

The moment the words fell.

Makoto Haramura appeared directly behind Vereslana, who was laughing heartily.

Vereslana's laughter stopped abruptly, as if it had been paused.

It's almost a live replica of the same scene.

The blood-red blade emerged directly from Vereslana's heart at the same time the sound of flesh tearing apart rang out.

"First of all, my powers are not just the powers of the sun."

"Yes, that is indeed my strongest power."

Feeling the protests of the twelve girls inside him, Makoto Haramura wisely changed his words.

"Moreover, your golden sword really cannot seal my power."

"It can't even affect its connection with me."

Makoto Haramura's last words to Vereslana were like a death knell for him.

This invincible military genius vanished without uttering a single word before his death.

……

Makoto Haramura at his temporary residence in Sardinia.

The battle between the two disobedient gods and the battle between Haramura Makoto did not seem to have affected this place, leaving it as it was before.

The living room was magnificent, with valuable paintings and historical porcelain everywhere. The floor was covered with handmade wool carpets, and even the chandeliers overhead were gilded.

Makoto Haramura, dressed in a very well-fitting black suit, sat quietly in the spacious living room, sipping fine black tea brewed by his maid, Carlo Lushkiel.

"Are you satisfied with the black tea?"

The blonde maid asked respectfully, but if you looked closely, you would see that her hands, hanging down in front of her, were trembling.

This is a god-slayer!

There are only six... no, now there are seven Demon Lords in the entire world!

If you accidentally anger him, you could very well be beheaded in the next second.

"not bad."

Makoto Haramura put down his cup and said elegantly.

He inherited the habit of drinking black tea from Qi when he was young, and now he occasionally drinks it as a treat.

But ultimately, his skills weren't up to par, and everything he drank tasted just so-so.

“That’s wonderful! I’m so glad you like the taste of Ceylon highland tea…”

"Ah."

Haramura Makoto, who had no intention of responding, ignored the maid and curled up completely in the soft sofa.

A moment later, two ladies pushed open the door and came in, as Haramura Makoto had already given permission.

One of them was Liliana, who wore a white dress and stockings, with silver high heels that matched her hair color, and she radiated a holy white light.

The other one seemed to be going against the silver-haired girl, wearing a red and black dress, with an equally beautiful face, but with a confident smile that was different from Liliana's.

“Erica Blantri, the ‘Copper Black Cross,’ has come to pay homage to the new king.”

Erica took a few steps forward, knelt on one knee, and gave Lopez a knightly salute.

"Get up."

"I can't speak," said Makoto Haramura, holding a cup of red tea.

“Lily told me you have something you want to report to me. You can say it now.”

"Yes."

Erica remained kneeling and did not stand up.

"The reason we have arrived at this time and disturbed your leisure time is because we, the 'Copper Black Cross,' hope to have the opportunity to serve under you."

"Oh?"

His words exuded an immense aura that enveloped everyone present, demonstrating the pressure this king exerted.

"Give me a reason."

"If I remember correctly, you should be subordinates of that Sword King."

"Given his personality, you should be very comfortable working under him."

"Switching to me won't make things any better than what you had before."

The terrifying pressure caused Liliana's slender legs, encased in white stockings, to tremble and shake uncontrollably.

Erica, on the other hand, seemed to withstand the pressure, clasping her hands in a respectful yet humble manner.

"Indeed, under the command of that Sword King, we need not worry about the wrath of a king."

"But precisely because of this, we can never contact the Sword King when we need him to purge the disobedient gods."

"Even the power of a god who does not obey can tempt him."

"In recent years, we have suffered a lot of losses."

"We hope that a new king will come to lead us."

"You, with your strength, are the best choice for us."

Erica answered truthfully, not daring to hide anything.

"Really."

Makoto Haramura chuckled softly, and all the pressure receded like a receding tide.

Erica suddenly felt a lightness on her shoulder.

"Get up and sit down."

"Yes."

"Thank you for your kindness."

Erica didn't stand on ceremony, bowed to Makoto Haramura again, and then sat down.

"It's not impossible for you to serve under me."

"I'm sure you've already gotten the information you need to know from Lily."

As he spoke, Makoto Haramura looked up and glanced at Liliana.

It was this one glance that made Liliana blush bright red.

no way.

That's just how things are, isn't it?

She was just bad at talking, that's why she got fooled.

"My subordinates aren't so lenient, and I'm not as forgiving as the Sword King. If someone makes a mistake..."

Makoto Haramura narrowed his eyes into tiny slits, deliberately drawing out the last syllable of his sentence.

"Yes!"

Erica jumped up from the sofa and knelt on the floor.

"The entire 'Red Copper Black Cross' will obey your orders and serve you faithfully without any disloyalty."

"Ah."

"Alright, I agree to this."

Completely unexpected, Makoto Haramura didn't mind taking over this magic organization.

To this, Makoto Haramura could only say that they had indeed found something.

They seized the opportunity themselves.

After all, having become his subordinates, they will receive even more favorable treatment once he has completely taken control of this world.

"And then, so you won't have to kneel a second time."

"You must have something else to say."

It was as if they could see right through Erica. When those pale golden eyes swept over her, Erica felt as if she were completely naked.

However, Erica was not shy or afraid because of this.

Instead, a confident smile appeared on his face.

"Yes."

“I, Erica Brantelli, also hope to serve you like Lily, to be your knight, and to share your worries and troubles.”

At this point, Erica even winked.

"Whether it's travel arrangements, daily chores, or accommodation, I will take care of everything for you."

Hearing the phrase "arranged properly," Liliana blushed again and almost blurted out the words "fox mother."

Makoto Haramura took in Liliana's reaction and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

But the next second, he straightened his expression.

Looking at the girl in front of him, dressed in a red dress, smiling sweetly, waiting for his response.

"Very well, from today onwards you shall serve me."

Erica also happily raised her head.

"Thank you for the King's grace."

"Would you like me to prepare a bed for Your Majesty so you may retire for the night?"

"Ah ah ah..."

Liliana finally couldn't hold back any longer, and the Silver Master directly unleashed his power.

"You vixen."

Chapter 309 Neon Trip

It has been about seven or eight days since Makoto Haramura came into this world.

These seven or eight days are enough time for these events to ferment and spread.

'—The seventh god-slayer of our time has been born in Italy.'

This news has already spread all over the world.

At the same time, news of his defeat of three disobedient gods and the King of Swords also spread.

However, apart from causing discussion in the magic world, this matter did not cause controversy among other god-slayers.

However, the protagonist of the story is still on the island of Sardinia.

He lay leisurely on the sofa, holding a book of mythology in his hand.

This doesn't mean he's trying to learn anything to deal with the world's problems.

In fact, his current study of mythology is more for the purpose of creating a miniature garden.

After all, these gods will be born in the miniature garden sooner or later.

This was purely a precautionary measure, done out of boredom.

"Your Majesty, shall we go out to the beach to relax now?"

Her high heels clicked crisply on the ground. Wearing a loose white bodysuit that revealed her two slender legs, and tossing her golden hair, Erica walked slenderly toward Makoto Haramura.