In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Pique waited quietly for a few seconds, and when he saw that he really had no intention of surviving, he sighed helplessly.

"Click!"

With a little force, the big hand completely broke the neck of the god of death in front of him.

The limp body fell to the ground.

"I've already told you, you're wasting your energy."

"Stupid Piqué."

Metallu sat on a couch made of several piled-up corpses, carrying a bag of preserved fruit wrapped in oil-paper cloth. She ate while casually cursing, "How could these guys possibly know such a secret?"

"As expected, let's grab one or two captains."

The huge Pique and the petite Metallu, just standing together, subconsciously give people the feeling that a loli and a beast don't match.

However, when he heard Metalu's voice, a hint of fear could not help but flash in the depths of Pieck's eyes.

"Then do as you say."

Metalu patted the fruit core, crumpled the oil-paper cloth into a ball and threw it aside, then jumped up from the corpse.

"It's long overdue."

"But is it really okay?"

Although Piqué verbally agreed, he was still obviously hesitant: "If we don't guard His Majesty, will..."

Metalu's steps suddenly stopped.

She turned around, raised her head, and glanced at Piqué coldly:

"Are you doubting His Majesty's greatness?"

"Pique."

The petite blond girl's voice was childish, even a little sharp.

However, to Pique, it sounded like some kind of extremely sinister threat, causing him to subconsciously sweat slightly at his temples.

"That's not what I meant!"

"..."

Metallu glanced at him coldly, and after a long silence, she said:

"There will be no second time."

Pique lowered his head nervously.

However, the words just fell out.

"boom--"

In the distant sky, a clear blue beacon of praise to the Saint suddenly exploded. The cross symbol enclosed in an octagon spread out along with the surging spirit particles, almost instantly catching everyone's attention.

Metallu and Pieck suddenly turned their heads and looked in the direction where the signal was rising.

A cruel smile slowly appeared on the petite Meta's face:

"Ah, just in time."

"That should be... the direction of Laai, right?"

......

This man...

It's a monster!

La Ai supported himself on the wet ground beneath the potholes in the tiles with one hand. His body was covered in wounds, and tattered white cloth strips were hanging on his wounded body. He was trembling slightly with his heavy breathing.

However, not every wound was fatal.

She raised her head with difficulty and looked at the man who was walking slowly towards her.

This guy was just like a cat playing with a mouse, fiddling with her body out of boredom, and when he was no longer qualified to play with her, he would bite her to death.

If you want to survive...

"Are you still not going to listen?"

Fujimiya Makoto asked in a flat tone, as if he was chatting with a neighbor about today's dinner, casually.

"Or, do you have any other cards up your sleeve?"

"Want to give it a try?"

"..."

"Wait, wait a minute!"

As if he had made some decision, La Ai suddenly threw away the iron rod he was holding tightly and raised his hand towards him.

Her face was tense, no longer showing the frivolous attitude she had when she first met Fujimiya Makoto. Her voice was tense with a hint of barely perceptible fear:

"You win."

"Next, I will listen to you!"

La Ai knelt on the ground and said sincerely, "Whether it's information about my companions or about your majesty, I will tell you everything."

"Please spare my life."

Fujimiya Makoto listened to these words, but just smiled quietly without expressing his opinion.

For someone whose power lies in lies, nothing she says is trustworthy.

"So, what about sincerity?"

La Ai's figure froze for a moment.

Then, he slowly took out a spirit arrow from his waist.

She condensed a spiritual bow in her hand and fired it into the air without hesitation. In the blink of an eye, it exploded into an octagonal cross-enclosed Saint's Praise Formation.

"They will be here in a little while."

After doing all this, La Ai finally seemed to be relieved. She smiled ingratiatingly at the man opposite her, her expression slightly difficult. "Also, I have something else I want to give you."

"Actually, we Quincies have another variant, called the 'Final Form'."

"Among the other Quincies approaching this area, there are some who are quite powerful in this form."

Fujimiya Makoto looked at her cautious appearance, still with a gentle smile on his face, and said gently:

"how about you?"

La Ai didn't say anything, but just knelt in front of him with difficulty, holding up the iron rod that she used as a weapon in her hands.

As the spirit particles in the air continued to gather, an unusual power gradually sprouted from her body, as if a seed buried deep within her body was constantly being discovered.

Countless spirit particle circuits followed the seed called the "holy text" and continued to spread across the surface of Laai's body until it spread throughout his body.

Finally, it flows out of the body.

"Zheng——"

It transformed into a single spiritual wing stretching towards the sky.

The surging air waves continued to spread in all directions, stirring up gusts of air.

That powerful spiritual pressure reaction was even enough to cross the bottom line level of the Death God Captain and was extremely deterrent.

However, for Fujimiya Makoto today, it was just a breeze.

He looked quietly at the woman in front of him.

La Ai lowered his head nervously, spoke slightly faster, and held the iron rod in both hands, stretching it straight towards Fujimiya Makoto:

"I am willing to offer you an all-encompassing contract."

"Be the sword you swing at them."

However, even though the woman said this, a hint of coldness flashed deep in her eyes.

In a blind spot that Fujimiya Makoto couldn't see, a faint light flickered in a "line" that ran through the entire iron rod.

Lies are everything to her.

Whether it's lies spoken, lies misleading through expressions and actions, lies created by the environment and the scene, or...

Lies written on paper.

Conversely, there are countless forms of believing lies.

Trust that comes from the heart, trust represented by silence, trust confirmed by writing and signing.

And the fingerprints on the contract represent trust.

La Ai knelt on the ground, silently prostrating himself as a sign of submission, and presented the iron rod like an 'axle'.

Having lived for such a long time, Laai naturally has his own methods to fight against the strong.

Verbal induction, gestures of submission, and... countless branding on this seemingly iron rod, but in fact a whole piece of iron sheet rolled up in the [Dog Licking Ceremony] - this is a spiritual instrument created by another Holy Word Knight using his power.

In this way, a complete 'lie' can be formed.

As long as the other party presses the fingerprint...

They will become her absolute servants, obedient to her every word.

A hideous smile slowly appeared on La Ai's pretty face as she lowered it to the ground.

However, just as she watched Fujimiya Makoto's palm about to fall on the iron rod.

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly stopped.

"really."

"I'm still not suited to playing games that require this kind of brain."

"Guessing all the time makes it impossible to feel at ease."

La Ai was startled and suddenly raised her head to look at him with a look of surprise.

Fujimiya Makoto smiled at her and said, "I should have told you that when we met just now, right?"

"Actually, our abilities are quite compatible."

"so......"

Fujimiya Makoto bent down, looked directly into her eyes, and said calmly: "You will tell me the truth, right?"

He doesn't pretend anymore and is too lazy to play.

Under the dual restraint of absolute spiritual pressure and ability.

This woman had no chance of winning from the very beginning.

La Ai's expression subconsciously froze on his face.

【Determine if it is fake】

Almost at the moment the words fell, a faint heart shape appeared in the depths of Fujimiya Makoto and Laai's eyes.

"I......"

"Actually, I want you to press your fingerprints."

La Ai opened his mouth subconsciously and unconsciously revealed the truth.

After she finished speaking, she seemed to suddenly react and tried hard to cover her mouth with her hand.

However, when his hands were about to touch his cheeks, he stopped unconsciously and the sound could not be stopped at all.

A color called fear gradually emerged in Laai's eyes:

"This iron rod is branded with the [Licking Dog Ceremony]. As long as you press the handprint under the power of 'lie', you will obey my orders and become mine... What on earth have you done to me?!"

"My...slave."