Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

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"I thought you would bring me his spirit."

Touching his chin, Makoto Haramura picked up Marquis Voban, whose fate was unknown, with one hand.

“We put his spirit back in.”

Number Three made a mouth-opening gesture, demonstrating to Makoto Haramura what he had done.

Makoto Haramura's lips twitched.

He silently mourned for Marquis Voban in his heart. Now he knew how this very determined old man had managed to get by.

Emotion Number Three directly tore apart the space around the spirit, rolled it into a ball in its mouth, and forcibly poured it into its original body.

How can I describe this?

It is important to know that the human spirit is the same in shape as the human body.

Unlike humans, spirits do not die when their limbs are severed, their hearts are pierced, or their brains are crushed.

To eliminate spirits, a special method is required.

However, death is indeed not death, but if the spirit is harmed, the pain will be amplified hundreds or thousands of times.

Imagine a human being, with all his limbs broken and folded into a ball, and then the painful process magnified a thousand times.

No matter how strong a person's will is, it is impossible for them to withstand it.

Unless the person has completely lost the ability to feel pain.

"Never mind, it doesn't matter, as long as I'm alive."

"That'll make him more obedient."

Haramura Makoto used the same trick again, reaching out to create a gap and throwing Marquis Voban directly inside.

Then, under the expectant gazes of the three little ones, Makoto Haramura reached out his hand and patted each of their heads.

"You did a great job this time, you were a great help."

"Go back and give me my blood."

The three little ones' eyes lit up immediately, and they nodded quickly, their faces beaming with happy smiles. They hurriedly returned to Makoto Haramura's body.

Indeed, blood means nothing to the Star Beasts.

Magic is the best nourishment for them.

However, since they were not born as star beasts, the occasional blood given to them by Makoto Haramura is the best reward for them, who have no desires.

For them, this is also the best reward.

It's a way to strengthen the relationship with Makoto Haramura.

"okay."

"gone back."

"Oh, no, I forgot about Lily and the others."

……

The man, who felt no remorse, finally found his two female knights, who were elegantly drinking tea, in the city of Saitama Prefecture, far from the center of the battlefield.

"It seems that while I brought news of victory, my girls also brought me news of victory."

“Your Majesty, we have never doubted you.”

"Therefore, as your knights, we naturally cannot dishonor your name."

Erica smiled sweetly, then kicked Lu Yinghua, who was tied up like a dumpling, at her feet.

"Woooooooo..."

Lu Yinghua didn't have any serious injuries, but when he saw Haramura Makoto, a look of despair appeared on his face.

"Is this for me?"

Makoto Haramura sat down next to Liliana and picked up the still-steaming coffee next to her.

"Of course, based on the duration of your battle with the Sword King, we estimate that you will be finished around this time."

"The taste is so-so, let's go back."

"I still have things to do when I get back."

After downing his coffee in one gulp, Makoto Haramura stood up as soon as he sat down.

Liliana also stood up.

"I'll have Saya Kaoru arrange a car right now."

……

That is, less than half an hour after Haramura Makoto left this place.

In a town about fifty kilometers away from here.

Gwent sitting in a rice paddy in the countryside, barefoot, humming an unknown song, waiting for something.

but……

Who else could be making this divine ancestor wait here?

A gentle breeze swept by, and the girl's swaying feet came to a sudden stop. She then raised her little head.

"Uncle, how did things go?"

Clad in silver-white armor, Lancelot appeared in the underworld, his brows furrowed.

Just as we suspected, the Martial Arts King has already started a war with the new king.

"As for the outcome, I don't know."

"But it is highly likely that the new king will win, because the traces left there are very similar to those in Naples."

"This martial arts king's movements are too fast."

"We were still a step too late."

Guinevia sighed softly.

For Guinevere and Lancelot, their journey was quite frustrating.

From the moment they devised their plan to pit the snipe and the clam against each other, they swiftly traveled to the United States and captured the key intermediary, Ansheira.

Then, in a hurry, I went to Mount Lu in China.

When they arrived at Mount Lu, they discovered that Wuxia Wang had already set off for Japan ahead of them.

Having no other choice, they hurriedly set off for Japan.

As a result, Ansheira was completely useless, as the Martial Arts King had already started a war with the new king.

The outcome of the war is still uncertain, and it's unclear whether Ansheira will still be of any use to them.

"What should we do, Guinea? Should we abandon the plan?"

Lancelot was also feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

She was already prepared to transform into the Unruly, ready to make a big splash and unleash the fighting spirit that had been pent up for hundreds of years.

It seems like all the preparations were for nothing!

"Not necessarily, Uncle."

After thinking for a few seconds, Guinevia bit her lip.

Now it's time to act decisively.

“Anshela doesn’t need to be released. We’ll release that Victorious Fighting Buddha ourselves.”

"Oh?"

Lancelot, who didn't quite understand what Guinevere meant, asked a question.

"We cannot determine at this time what the new king's condition was after defeating the Martial Arts Queen."

"Therefore, we cannot act rashly."

Guinevia spoke faster and faster, clearly increasingly convinced that her new idea had a very high probability of success.

"So, if we summon this Great Sage and make preparations in the Netherworld beforehand..."

"From this, we can see the condition of the new king."

Lancelot has now caught up with Guinevia's line of thinking.

“If he’s not in good condition, we can continue with the original plan, and I will take over.”

"If he is in excellent condition, we can also safely obtain information about this Demon King through You Shi."

For a god-slayer, intelligence is of paramount importance.

Even the most powerful god-slayer, no matter how many powers he possesses.

If his abilities are fully understood by the enemy, even if there is a difference in strength, it is very likely that the enemy will develop targeted tactics to close the gap and kill him in one blow.

"Yes, that's it."

Guinevia nodded.

"Okay, let's go."

Lancelot was also decisive and efficient.

"If it drags on for a long time, even if he's not in good condition, he might recover."

……

Tokyo at night.

This most developed neon-lit city perfectly embodies what a metropolis is.

A constant stream of vehicles, streets brightly lit and bustling with activity.

Crowded people, dark alleyways.

Nocturnal owls flew in from the sky and gathered on the streetlights to form a delicate-looking silver-haired little girl named "乨" wearing a knitted hat.

"It's really troublesome to find him."

"However, it seems that only he can solve this problem this time."

The silver-haired girl didn't do anything else first, but instead sighed.

But then, her gaze sharpened again.

An owl landed directly on her shoulder and started chirping.

"Alright, we can lock it in this time."

……

The losses in Saitama Prefecture are quite severe.

Although the place where Haramura Makoto and his men fought was in a remote mountain area.

However, when they went to war, they directly altered the celestial phenomena.

Lei Hai's baptism will begin soon.

The sun will set soon.