Anime Crossover: Chuunibyou Diaries Come True, Everyone's Gone Mad

It's not worth going up against them, not worth it at all.

We're focusing on the issue, not the person.

Considering Fyodor's resume, he certainly has the ability, so let's entrust the task to him.

but.

Some people always like to stir up trouble.

187 Snail vs. Stargazing? The plan is stalled.

Some people cause trouble without considering the situation, thinking they have the upper hand, but they are actually courting disaster.

A politician from a not-so-ugly country chuckled and said, "Haha, I just wonder how well Mr. Dostoevsky wrote 'The Crimes and Punishments'?"

If you can't compete with the power behind him, just use some rhetoric to imply that they're not to be trifled with either, is that alright?

Crime and punishment?

Fyodor's face stiffened for a moment, but he quickly recovered.

"You don't need to worry about that."

Translation: What the hell does this have to do with you!

"Hehe, it's not good to keep delaying, after all, that person is not someone to be trifled with, right?"

This politician was targeting the Russians, but his intelligence was clearly at a basin level in the meeting room.

Edgar Allan Poe, from the same country, gave him an annoyed look and muttered something like 'no chance' or 'stupid' under his breath.

"Ah."

Conan Doyle of Great Britain gave a cold laugh.

"..."

The politician froze instantly upon hearing the noise.

Good heavens!

Forgot that even Conan Doyle is being relentlessly urged to update!

Ding!

Ms. Agatha put down her cup.

——Fuck!

It seems this fierce woman wanted to write it, but the other party didn't want it!

Immediately afterwards, Ellery, Dorothy, Shakespeare, and others all turned their gazes to this person.

Oh, and there's also Edgar Allan Poe, who was also pressured to update his work, but since he was a prolific detective novelist, he felt no pressure at all.

Under the intimidating gazes of a large group of people, only two words remained in the man's mind:

Done!

Congratulations to Not-So-Ugly Country for successfully putting itself at a disadvantage!

With one less formidable competitor eliminated, the remaining tasks can be properly allocated.

Great Britain, the land of romance, and now Sicily.

Well, apart from one major power that never likes to show off, it's perfectly reasonable for each of the four major powers to have one person in charge.

The other forces didn't even open their mouths much.

If you lack the ability, even if you manage to grab it, you won't be able to finish it.

They could only follow the plan and obey the orders of the four responsible persons.

Especially Conan Doyle, who was in charge of the final battle.

"Then, meeting adjourned. I hope everyone has done their best. If you have any other opinions, please come and discuss them with me."

After scanning the room, Conan Doyle clearly didn't have a habit of procrastination and left without further ado.

however.

Even after the meeting ended, the people who had been meeting all day could not rest.

The plan has been set; now it's time to lay it out.

These people left using various means of transportation.

"Finally, the meeting's over, Giovanni, let's go grab a couple of drinks!"

"you dare!"

A figure emanating black smoke suddenly appeared behind him.

"Uh, what's up, Francis?"

"Shut up, Dante! You're in charge, take responsibility!"

"Francisco, you're dumping all the work on me, you bastard!"

"No, no, Francis, we just want to relax a bit and get back to work."

"Shut up too!" Petrarch, who had been tried to smooth things over, became even angrier.

"Damn it! Damn it, did you hear me, Giovanni! Are you happy now that MD used my name to deceive that little girl last time?!"

The use of three exclamation marks is enough to show his anger.

Those who hadn't left yet witnessed the "internal strife" among the three giants of the Renaissance Company, almost to the point of recording it and watching it repeatedly to mock them.

Perhaps a friendship between three people is only strong if there is one unreliable person, one occasionally reliable person, and one complete idiot; otherwise, someone might have already been strangled.

The greatest injustice? [Unintelligible characters]

"Uh, I'm not lying, I really am not lying this time, that girl is also from Sicily." Giovanni said angrily.

"You know, we're romantic Sicilians, that's how it is when it comes to relationships."

"Apologize to Sicily, you bastard! This is purely a matter of your personal character, it has nothing to do with the country, damn it!"

He was forced to swear, which shows that Petrarch was indeed very angry.

But Dante, who was acting like a gangster boss, not only completely ignored his old friend's feelings, but also greeted others happily like a scoundrel.

"It's Flaubert again. I saw Baudelaire just a couple of days ago. I hope he has achieved his goal by now, but I think I'll get it before him."

"Oh, by the way, Ms. Agatha, I'll be visiting you another day. I hope there won't be any stargazing pies on the table, you know, that stuff, ugh..."

"Hey~ Hemingway, I wonder if Fitzgerald was really short, mmm..."

Dante, who was trash-talking his old friends everywhere, was soon dragged away.

真尣

Half of his body was dragging on the ground, making one worry about the quality of his clothes. What if he became barely clothed halfway through?

That's too much for my eyes!

Flaubert watched from afar, his face showing tangible disdain.

He's a respectable man, unlike Dante.

Agatha walked up to Flaubert and rolled her eyes in a rather unladylike manner: "He's as annoying as ever."

Flaubert immediately moved two steps to the side: "Stay away from me."

Agatha: "???"

"Sorry, I can't stand your British stargazing people either."

"Do you think the snail dishes in your Romantic Country are any better?!"

Flaubert nodded reservedly: "Of course. Nothing tastes better than snails; they're a true delicacy."

"Huh?! Ha! Ha! I laughed!"

Agatha Christie was practically ready to roll up her sleeves and unleash a torrent of abuse.

"let's go."

Edgar Allan Poe glanced at it, then quickened his pace to leave, lest he be caught in the crossfire.

joke!

Who wants to stay there and listen to romantics praising snails, or Britons praising Stargazers!

Snails are barely managing, but what about those who gaze at the stars?

It's even worse than that stir-fried potato and ginger dish at Da Xia!

Even if Agatha held a knife to his neck, hung him up, and whipped him, he would still let out a desperate cry: "Disgusting!"

If he weren't outmatched, he would have given those two a huge beating each!

Those who understand the times are wise; many people quickly slip away when they see the situation is not good.

However, this does not include Hemingway, who loved watching gossip and drama.