I, the Lord of the Fifth Throne, am the source of all things!

"Why are you crying when I'm bleeding!"

Duanmu Lian pinched her nose and suddenly sprayed blood onto the ground, then frowned and wiped the blood around her eyes.

He felt a throbbing pain in his head, as if he were being shaken in a blender, both painful and dizzy.

At that moment, Himuro Rei suddenly tugged at Duanmu Lian's sleeve, pursed her lips, and asked:

"What did she mean by saying... she won't live long?"

"It's alright, and now is not the time to talk about this."

Duanmu Lian did not respond directly to Himuro Rei's words, but instead turned around and poked her head out of the alley to look outside.

Today, Suwahara is home to many armed outsiders.

These people are all members of the Eastern Orthodox Church.

Simply arming them with weapons would have no effect on the demons of the Black Round Table.

As eternal destroyers who have devoured countless souls, they possess a soul armor that defies the laws of physics, rendering ordinary weapons useless against them.

The Eastern Orthodox Church, which understands the Black Round Table, would not be unaware of this, so they must have come prepared.

"Thump—thump—thump—!!!!"

Suddenly, an eerie bell rang out in Suwahara.

In a daze, Duanmu Lian, listening to the sound of the bell, seemed to see a blood-stained guillotine that sent chills down her spine.

"Go quickly——"

Upon hearing the sound of the bell, Duanmu Lian knew that this meant the war was about to begin in Suwahara.

Before that, we need to get those two brats to a safe place.

Pulling the two up, Duanmu Lian walked directly along a deserted path to the only church in Suwahara.

Where is Himuro Rei's home? There are two people with black round tables.

However, a number of armed men have already approached the road leading to the church.

Duanmu Lian held down the trembling Sakurai Hotaru, took the scarf from the other's neck and tied it to her own face to cover the bloodstains.

"Don't talk, just act like you always do when you come home, tsk..."

He was trying to get the two girls to be more natural, but it was a bit too much to ask of them. Looking at the two little girls in front of him, he said, "If you can't do it, close your eyes and cry. Hold onto my clothes and come up here."

Anyway, Sakurai Hotaru's crying was quite natural. After Duanmu Lian carried Himuro Reia on her back, she let Sakurai Hotaru grab her clothes and continue to cry pitifully.

In this way, they can also create the illusion of two bullied girls running home.

The three of them pretended to be little devils who had been bullied and ran home crying, and swaggered straight toward the armed men.

The man with the gun in his pocket glanced at the three kids.

He initially didn't want to pay them any attention, but when he saw them walk past him toward the church, he frowned.

He seemed to want to say something, but as if remembering an order, he remained silent, his eyes turning cold and lifeless.

Sensing the tense atmosphere around her, Himuro Rei, who was being carried on Duanmu Lian's back, opened her eyes.

Seeing the unfamiliar adults on the road they had to take to get home, their eyes immediately shrank back in fear.

It's quite strange that so many people came to the church in Suwahara today, since very few people actually come here.

Recalling the strange girl she had met in the park, Himuro Rei could never forget what she had said.

"Hey! You three brats, stand still..."

Suddenly, the last person who had approached the church disguised as a passerby saw Duanmu Lian and her two companions and spoke up, trying to stop them.

However, after Duanmu Lian stopped what she was doing and put Himuro Rei down, she took out the bamboo knife that had been broken and sharpened.

call---

Taking a deep breath, Duanmu Lian, who had never used a breathing technique with this body before, directly unleashed her full concentration regardless of the side effects.

Once he mobilized and concentrated all the strength in his muscles, he was like an arrow released from a bow.

puff---!

Before the other person could finish speaking, he rushed in front of him and plunged the bamboo knife he was holding directly into the other person's eye socket.

"Eee-yaa ...

A terrible, excruciating pain assaulted his brain. The person whose eyeballs had been punctured let out a bloodcurdling scream and collapsed to the ground.

Despite being splattered with blood, Duanmu Lian ignored the other party's frantic struggles, gripped the bamboo knife tightly, and pushed it deeper into the wood.

"What are you looking at? Run!"

He pulled out his gun and looked at Sakurai Hotaru and Himuro Reia to the side. Seeing that the two of them hadn't moved yet, he roared at them.

The two children, who were terrified by the bloody scene before them, were brought back to their senses by the shout and immediately started running.

However, just like the memories of Duanmu Lian's countless reincarnations.

As expected, Hotaru Sakurai, the little crybaby, let us down at the crucial moment.

He hadn't run far when he suddenly fell to the ground.

Himuro Rei stopped running away and tried to help the other person up.

The inner personality, hidden beneath the surface personality, is already used to such a scene.

His predecessors had already told him about the strategies and tips based on their own experiences.

Duanmu Lian's every move so far has been according to her initial calculations.

Seeing the group approaching with guns drawn after hearing the screams, Duanmu Lian, outwardly anxious but inwardly calm, took action.

He ran to Sakurai Hotaru, who had fallen to the ground, and helped her up.

This time, instead of running away with her, he glanced at the person behind him who was still aiming his gun, pushed Sakurai Hotaru away, and then hugged Himuro Reia.

"boom---!"

The moment the gunshot rang out, Duanmu Lian felt a sharp pain in her shoulder.

On the surface, he wore a pained expression, but inwardly he showed no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

In that instant, as he was shot and fell to the ground, he mentally counted down the seconds.

3, 2, 1...

"—Firefly!!!" ×2.

At that moment, the voices of a man and a woman, filled with anxiety and anger, rang out, followed by the sounds of thunder and the earth shattering.

In the corner of Duanmu Lian's eye, a sharp flash of lightning streaked across the people who were still trying to fire, instantly beheading them all.

At the same time, Sakurai Kai, wielding an outrageously large giant sword, roared and swung it, tearing the earth and the person in front of him to shreds with a fierce gust of wind.

Seeing this, Duanmu Lian finally felt relieved and cut off her own consciousness, fainting.

.........

When Duanmu Lian woke up again, she was awakened by excruciating pain.

The bullet was removed from his shoulder, causing him to open his eyes groggily.

Then I saw a large-breasted nun with glasses and light purple hair, and a priest with glasses and a smiling face, with long blond hair.

And there's Himuro Reia, who's been watching him longingly from his bedside.

"...You...you're not going to die with me, are you, Himuro Inu-mi?"

With her consciousness hazy and her eyes glazed over, Duanmu Lian's first words after opening her eyes caused Himuro Reia's face to flush red.

Icehouse piglet?

Sister Lisa and Father Valyria almost burst out laughing when they heard this.

"...If I get beaten to death, you pig will probably die from being stupid."

Despite her unclear consciousness, Duanmu Lian continued to speak, her tone filled with anger at her lack of ambition.

Seeing that Himuro Reia was about to cry from anger, Lisa gently patted Duanmu Lian's shoulder and said softly:

"Little brother, you're not dead yet."

"hiss---!"

Duanmu Lian was jolted awake by the pain. He bared his teeth and looked fierce, as if he might bite someone at any moment.

He looked around and realized he was behind the church. Then he looked at Himuro Reia, who was glaring at him with a puffed-up face, and said in an annoyed tone:

"What are you looking at? Congratulations on not having an accident on Christmas and your birthday, otherwise the gift I gave you would have been a sacrifice. Where is that brother-obsessed crybaby?"

Click——!

As soon as the door opened, Sakurai Kai, who had walked in with Beatrice, froze.

Upon hearing Duanmu Lian's words about a brother-obsessed crybaby, an unnatural and embarrassed expression appeared on his face. Then, he looked helplessly at Sakurai Hotaru, who was clinging to his trouser leg behind him.

Unsurprisingly, the other person's face turned bright red after hearing Duanmu Lian's words.

In front of her most important older brother and sister, Sakurai Hotaru, who was called a crybaby with a brother complex, was so embarrassed that she showed signs of shedding tears again.

"Oh my, it's so good that you're still here, you little crybaby."

Upon seeing Sakurai Hotaru, Duanmu Lian collapsed onto the bed.

Then, that sharp tongue, which hurts others without benefiting oneself, began to unleash its full force, diverting attention from the pain.

"Quickly let everyone cry a couple of times to celebrate that we're all alright."

"Ugh, you're so annoying!!!"

Sakurai Hotaru, embarrassed in front of her older brother and sister, panicked. She was both ashamed and angry, and started yelling. She even seemed to want to go up and fight Duanmu Lian.

What do you mean by letting her cry a couple of times to celebrate?! Is her crying something to celebrate?!

Sakurai Kai quickly pulled back his younger sister, who was about to go and fight.

Although the other party had a sharp tongue, Duanmu Lian was, after all, her benefactor who protected her and saved her.