Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Makoto Haramura's gaze fell on the girl's delicate face. His naked gaze did not cause the girl to feel shy or uncomfortable. Instead, she smiled sweetly.

"It's all thanks to you that I have the ability to travel outside."

"I was supposed to finish things here and go to Japan to meet you right away, but it's been a hassle for you to go back to England first."

Princess White, Alice bowed slightly.

Makoto Haramura's transformation of her frail body into that of a vampire was a significant change.

She still hates sunlight as much as before, but now she has an absolutely indestructible physique, a near-eternal lifespan, and immense magical power.

She was supposed to go to Japan with Makoto Haramura, after all, she was a maid, and of course she would go wherever her master was.

As a result, when the Council of Wise Men heard that their princess was finally able to get out of bed, they immediately came to the villa to invite their princess to come out of the mountains and deal with the things they couldn't handle before.

So Alice went to take care of her previous business and prepared to meet up in Japan.

As a result, Haramura Makoto returned here first, and naturally she had to apologize.

Although there was absolutely no trace of any remorse on her face.

"I don't care about these things anymore."

"How's the preparation of what I asked you to do?"

Makoto Haramura took a step forward and stood side by side with Alice.

His two female knights did not return with him this time, nor did Edelweiss.

Neon has been badly damaged this time and needs the help of her two princess knights and the magic society behind them.

At the same time, because of the matter of the Last King, many things need to be prepared in advance.

"No problem, I'm confident that guy will fall for it."

Alice's expression was as confident as her tone.

Her confidence stemmed from her past successes in manipulating the Black Prince.

Otherwise, why would she personally lack respect for the Godslayer, this earthly demon king?

Ultimately, it was her repeated victories that made her lose herself and become extremely confident in herself.

However, Makoto Haramura didn't care at all, he didn't care what the Black Prince and this guy had been like before.

What he cared about was whether this girl could lure the Black Prince here, just as she had said.

"Okay, how long will it take?"

Taking a step forward, Alice and I walked side by side, and the two rows of people in front immediately made way for a wide passage.

"Hmm, I'm not entirely sure either."

"However, based on past experience, there will most likely be news tonight or tomorrow morning."

"After all, that Black Prince is very quick. As long as the news can get through, he will definitely drop what he's doing and come over immediately."

The two ignored the mages from the Sage Council who were trying to curry favor with them and headed straight for the interior of the Sage Council.

"The building's design is quite old-fashioned, but surprisingly, this building from the last century even has an underground library."

"Oh dear, you really think the same way I do."

Princess Alice crossed her arms over her chest, causing her loose-fitting clothes, which didn't accentuate her figure, to tighten instantly, revealing her curves.

They were currently in the basement of the Council of Wise Men in Bendu.

Oh no.

The exact location is in the narrow passage leading to the Council of Wise Men.

Ultimately, this is an old building from the last century, and it was also a facility used for refuge. The passageways are generally very narrow, and in some places, Makoto Haramura and Alice even had to bend over to continue moving forward.

"In the end, there is no need for these old-fashioned buildings to exist. If we have to consider their historical and cultural value, they should be demolished and rebuilt."

Alice said to him with great interest.

"If you ask me, wouldn't it be more appropriate to just demolish this building and build a modern skyscraper instead?"

Makoto Haramura glanced at Alice and then sighed softly.

"Once you've made a decision, how could they possibly dare to insist on it too much?"

In the underworld, power is the deciding factor.

The inner world is like the most primitive society, filled with the most basic rules stripped away from the mundane.

While someone as powerful as Alice might not be at the level of a god-slayer versus a mage, the gap between her and other mages is still significant.

"Oh dear, a qualified boss should learn to listen to the opinions of his subordinates, shouldn't he?"

"They don't want to be a dictator."

"Hey hey hey!"

Alice smiled sweetly.

"So you want me to take the blame for you? Anyway, the reputation of Godslayers has never been very good, right?"

Makoto Haramura squinted, reached out and pinched Alice's nose, grinning.

"So what do you mean?"

"Take it down."

"Rebuild it as you please, and you can use my name as you please."

"Not only here, but everywhere else, I believe you can maintain your own standards."

"This is wonderful, hooray!"

As the two were talking, they finally reached the end of the passage, which was also the most valuable place in the Council of Sages.

The underground library of the Council of Wise Men.

This book contains a vast collection of magical techniques and dangerous magical artifacts, all treasures accumulated by the Council of Sages over the years.

As the two were talking, the strange atmosphere in the air made Haramura Makoto frown.

"A temple."

With just a glance, Makoto Haramura immediately saw through the truth of the basement and knew what it had originally been.

"That's right, it's the temple. The entire Council of Sages was born from this temple."

"There's a reason why they won't let you demolish it or even renovate the interior."

Upon hearing what Makoto Haramura said, Alice immediately pouted, pretending to be angry.

"I've already promised you, so naturally I won't go back on my word."

"Don't worry."

Upon entering the library, Makoto Haramura saw rows and rows of bookshelves, most of which were already filled with documents that had been magically altered.

"This is the intelligence about the Last King that we compiled overnight, as per your request."

"Unfortunately, even according to the records of the Council of Sages, there is very little information about the Last King."

"We have already given instructions to the rest of them, allowing those magic families to examine their own collections."

According to Alice, there were only three pages of paper on the cabinet.

The three pages were densely covered with writing, which seemed like a lot, but compared to the tens of millions of books in the entire underground library, it was far too little.

It could even be said to be excessively low.

"Okay, it's just icing on the cake anyway, something to pass the time."

"It's fine if it's there, but it doesn't matter if it's not."

……

Cornwall, England.

An art museum located in the countryside.

In this rural area, an unremarkable and unassuming art museum displays all sorts of cultural relics.

The Winged Victory of Samothrace, the Venus de Milo, the Sword of the Conqueror, paintings by Leonardo da Vinci and Van Gogh, and mountains of books.

People around are laughing at this art museum, saying that it can't get the real stuff and can only put up fakes to make up the facade.

But actually, the items displayed here are the genuine articles, while those in the museum are the fakes.

The reason for all this is the owner of this art museum, the Black Prince, Alexander Gascoigne.

For a god-slayer like him, wanting only some artifacts was an incredibly base desire.

It's only one level above playing with women. With such a small desire, anyone who dares not satisfy him is simply courting death.

This is one of the Black Prince's hobbies; he enjoys spending his free time explaining the origins of magicians and myths to the members of his factory.

Today was no different. The Black Prince, dressed in a simple white shirt and trousers, stood in front of the blackboard, explaining knowledge to his subordinates.

The members of the so-called Royal Factory are quite diverse, including some ordinary people who naturally don't understand magic, and there are even organizations that are hostile to magic.

Generally speaking, few godkillers have the patience to do this kind of thing.

Like Luo Hao, she didn't even have the mood or time to teach her own genius disciples, so how could she possibly have the mood to teach a bunch of idiots who knew nothing? It was already Luo Hao's mercy not to kill them all with one slap.

However, in the words of the Black Prince, although such things could be done by others, it was still his duty as the leader.

Today, just as the work of popularizing science among the illiterate was getting halfway done, Alexander's high knight walked in with a frown.

"Lord Alexander, there is something important I need to discuss with you."

"You guys study on your own first."

Alexander, standing on the podium, frowned, put down his textbook and chalk, and walked directly to the classroom door.

"what's going on?"

The Grand Knight, standing in the corridor, had a gloomy expression and handed the letter in his hand to the Black Prince.

"Take a look."

"The Council of Wise Men has completely declared its allegiance to the new king."

"However, she said that in order to express her apology, she was willing to give you information about the ancestor of gods, Gnevia."

The Grand Knight was furious.

Europe has a total of three god-slayers. Marquis Voban, the Wolf King, has little interest in territory and basically lives in seclusion on that small island.

The Sword King leads the Magic Society Alliance.

The Black Prince's territory was a region of England led by the Council of Wise Men, and he was furious that his territory had been seized.

It's safe to say that, apart from the Sword King who doesn't care about anything, no one could tolerate this happening.

but.

"Ugh?"

The great knight's eyes widened instantly, for he saw not anger on his king's face, but rather a look of joy.

"What is this?"

"This is the letter that woman wrote to me."

"Ah, that's right. She also pledged allegiance to the new king, and it seems she overcame her frail health and returned to the position of Speaker in good health."

Although I was confused and didn't understand why this was happening.

However, the Great Knight still answered Alexander's question honestly. But now that the question had been answered, it meant that he also wanted to ask his own question.

"why?"

That's right, that's why.

Despite being only a nominal ruler, Alexander was not angry at being betrayed by his subordinates; instead, he smiled broadly.

It's simply unreasonable.

Even if you're not angry about this, and that woman goes to someone else, as a man, you should still be angry, right?

"You've misunderstood. I don't have the kind of feelings for that woman that you're imagining."