Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

"It's so... itchy!"

What should have been words of thanks turned into this sentence.

And the reason for this is her forehead.

The forehead, which had been broken and bleeding, has now healed without a single flaw.

It was as if she had never been hurt.

"It's best for girls not to have any scars or marks on their bodies."

After saying that, Makoto Haramura waved his hand.

The sharp-eyed Sayamiya Kaoru immediately pulled back Mariya Yuri, who seemed to want to say something more, bowed respectfully to Haramura Makoto, and quickly left.

"Wang, you're quite skilled at intimidating girls."

As soon as the two left, Erica came up with a charming smile and refilled Haramura Makoto's empty teacup with warm tea.

"Can this be considered intimidation?"

Makoto Haramura raised his eyebrows and picked up the black tea to his lips.

"Of course."

"For that Marquis Voban, there's really no difference between saving only one person and saving everyone."

The Marquis of Voban was incredibly cruel.

How could he single out Yuri Mariya?

If the Marquis of Voban doesn't know about this, it's fine, since it's just one person missing.

But if you knew...

In the eyes of Marquis Voban, this new compatriot, Makoto Haramura, was a challenge to his authority.

A war is absolutely inevitable.

Therefore, there is actually no difference between saving one person and saving a group of people.

"Besides, didn't you already decide to deal with Marquis Voban a long time ago?"

"You've scared that young girl so much she's fainted."

"She's still a young girl."

Makoto Haramura rolled his eyes at Erica.

"She's about your age, but you seem like you're a generation older than her."

"Don't joke around, I wasn't that naive when I was five years old."

Chapter 317 Edelweiss Comes Knocking

As Erica herself said, she had abandoned this naive mindset when she was still a child.

If I had to say, she actually had a spirit of self-sacrifice.

However, this sacrifice is not the same as the previous one. Ultimately, the spirit and beliefs she and Wanli Kouyuri hold are different.

"Any progress on that guy you're interested in?"

Makoto Haramura shook his head.

"I don't see anything unusual. Let's see how it develops."

"If it is, we should be able to tell in the next few days."

He wasn't planning to continue observing him like that anymore; perhaps he was keeping an eye on him?

So far, he hasn't noticed anything unusual, so he's prepared to leave for the time being.

"So where do we go next?"

"Should we go back to the hotel, or..."

Erica sat directly on Haramura Makoto's lap, hooking her arms around his neck, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

As a qualified princess knight, she is prepared to serve her king at any time.

"Okay, let's go back to the hotel."

Makoto Haramura touched his chin, a faint smile playing on his lips.

What else is there to see in Japan?

It's all the same in every world; he's already sick of seeing it all. Wouldn't it be better to use that free time to do something that promotes harmony in life?

……

Los Angeles.

As one of the largest cities in the Americas, it is a melting pot of people from all over the world.

This is a melting pot of races, a city of sin where depravity and prosperity coexist, presenting a chaotic state.

This city is home to a large number of heretics.

Its earliest origin is the Earth Mother Goddess who perished here hundreds of years ago.

This involves a little-known fact.

After a disobedient god dies, there is an extremely small probability that a portion of it will be left behind as a legacy.

These remains were referred to as "the remains of angels" by European magicians.

It is a sacred relic that can grant its inheritor immense power.

And now, this is what Anshera, who has fallen to the status of a goddess, aims for.

As a divine ancestor, she is now only half-human and half-god, but as a former deity, her greatest wish is to return to the status of the Earth Mother Goddess.

Therefore, the remains of this angel were a necessary product.

However, all of this was destroyed. The angel's remains, which had been so hard to find, were destroyed by a man named Hades.

This is the root of the hatred between them.

This is a hatred that will never end.

Therefore, in order to take revenge on Hades, Ansheira embarked on a path of committing horrific crimes against the people of Los Angeles.

If she wants to protect something, then she can just destroy it.

The terrorists who have taken countless lives in Los Angeles were actually driven to this point by Hades, the guardian of humanity.

When the reason is revealed, that man will probably feel guilty to death.

However, Ansheira has not yet made the timing of this public.

The reason is that she was injured.

He suffered very serious injuries.

"Lord Ansheira, preparations for changing the base are complete."

The door to the room was pushed open, and a conservatively dressed Western woman walked in, carrying a large roll of bandages.

This bandage wasn't for anyone else; it was for Anshera, who was now sitting on the bed.

She looked to be about ten years old. Her long, purplish-blue hair was stained with dark red blood, and her clothes were tattered and worn. They looked more like a piece of cloth draped over her body than clothes.

Her injuries were so severe that they were truly appalling.

Everywhere there were visible wounds that reached right up to the bone, and bright red blood flowed from her wounds as if it were free.

There is no other reason why she is in this situation.

It was because she fought with Hades just now that she ended up in this situation.

Why would she carry out a terrorist attack?

If Hades is so ruthless, why doesn't he just kill her?

The reason is that she simply couldn't win. She was just a mere ancestor god; how could she compare to a god-slayer who had killed a true disobedient god?

She didn't even need anything else; in just one encounter, she was defeated by that man.

Therefore, she now needs to constantly shift her base of operations.

She absolutely could not let Hades find her true location. Fortunately, she always did so, and her subordinates were quite familiar with the procedures for this operation.

"Cancel the original transfer. The transfer will begin now, and I will take over everything myself."

She usually moves around every three hours, which is how she usually avoids Pluto.

The method of transfer is also different each time.

Sometimes it's on foot, sometimes it's long-distance teleportation through the Netherworld, sometimes it's a means of transportation, and sometimes it's changing one's appearance.

But this time it's different.

She could sense Hades's determination to kill her; Hades had never shown such resolve before.

From this, she guessed that Hades might already have information about her relocation.

Under such circumstances, it would be far too dangerous to rely on those human subordinates.

"Yes."

The subordinate accepted the order without asking any questions.

But the next second, Anshera's expression changed drastically. He jumped out of bed and stared at his subordinate with a gloomy look.

"Transformation technique, who are you?"

"It's been a long time, Anshera."

A sweet voice, like a clear spring, came from the woman's mouth, and her pupils turned azure. Her long, black hair, which was tied up, fluttered and gradually turned a sweet honey color from the ends to the roots.

Meanwhile, the woman's height continues to decrease.

Hearing this real name that she hadn't heard in a long time and feeling that familiar voice, Anshera remained silent for a moment, then searched her memory directly in her brain and found the true identity of the woman in front of her.

"Gunivia, what are you doing here?"

“Anshela, it’s so good that you still remember me.”

Guinevia smiled excitedly.

The way she looks now really resembles the excitement of finally meeting an old friend she hasn't seen in a long time.

"In that case, I've saved myself a lot of trouble."

"If possible, I would like to hope that you, Ansheira, will just surrender and come with me."

"Ah."

Anshera gave a cold laugh, and her fragile body became blurry.

It's not some other kind of blurriness, but the kind of blurriness where the traces of existence seem to have been erased, disappeared from this world.

She still remembered this woman.

Even though her memories were fading, she still remembered this woman.

This woman was a fellow god-ancestor, but her combat power was inferior to hers; however, this woman was exceptionally intelligent.

Given her current state, it would be dangerous for her to stay with this woman who is almost supernaturally intelligent and clearly has ulterior motives.

Yes, it's very dangerous.

“In your current state, how could you possibly escape, Anshela?”

Gunivia made no move in response to Ansheira's actions, only letting out a soft sigh.

That is, just as Anshera's figure was about to completely disappear and vanish into the Netherworld.

"Crack——!"

A sound as if space itself were shattering rang out.

As the cracking sound rang out, spiderweb-like patterns rapidly spread across the dark void.

Time stood still at that moment.