Crossover Anime: How a Shameless Person Lives

"Those church guys are too arrogant; we need your help to keep them in line."

On the way to the Vatican Museums, Intgra, dressed casually, explained the whole story.

The invitation letter received came from Enrico Maxwell, Director of the Vatican Secret Service, Section 13, the L.S. Cariot Agency.

The location was also quite arrogant, chosen as a royal museum with historical relics.

"Hmm~" Mercury nodded casually.

We'll see when the time comes. Do you really think you can get him to do something just by giving him money?

Why not ask Kasumigaoka Utaha how many times she's looked for him?

"I'm being serious with you!" Integula was very dissatisfied with his attitude.

Don't they understand the importance of upholding the spirit of contracts?

"Oh dear, don't be so serious." Mercury leaned back in his chair, patting Sylvie's head. "More importantly, why is this tiger always staring at me?"

"Tiger?" Silas, dressed in a police uniform, looked left and right, then pointed to himself.

Are you talking about her?

Silas blinked his blue eyes, a look of confusion and innocence on his face, clearly not realizing when he had become the "tiger" in the other person's eyes.

Intgra frowned even more, his fingertips tapping lightly on his knees, producing a steady yet authoritative rhythm: "Silas is a bodyguard, not some random title you're using. Stop with your pointless teasing."

Mercury ignored her warning and looked curiously at the policewoman accompanying him. "Speaking of Alucard, I heard he survived hundreds of years ago because he sold hooks."

"Lord Alucard would never sell a hook!" Despite not knowing what had happened before, Silas instinctively defended Alucard.

Seeing this, Mercury laughed even more heartily.

It seems to be another interesting toy.

……

The extended vehicle quickly drove into the museum and came to a smooth stop in front of the Vatican Royal Museums.

Maxwell was already waiting on the steps.

Several elite Iscariot monks lined up to wait, their pure white papal uniforms almost arrogantly dazzling in the sunlight, their undisguised scrutiny and hostility clearly intended to overwhelm Hellsing and his group with their imposing presence.

This time, the other party was not late as in the original story; instead, they were waiting at the door early.

The specific reason was that Mercury had to take his daughter out to dinner, which made them the ones who were late.

The scene is now showing.

Integula stepped out of the car first, her casual attire unable to conceal her aristocratic aura. Her gaze swept directly over the man on the steps, showing no sign of backing down.

Mercury followed closely behind, smoothed Sylvie's hair, and lifted her down.

Perhaps seeing this scene for the first time, she clung tightly to Mercury's clothes.

Silas followed at the back, his police uniform standing tall and straight, scanning his surroundings warily, instinctively protecting Intgra at his side.

She couldn't help but steal a glance at Mercury beside her, who looked nonchalant, still secretly fuming about what had just happened with Alucard.

She would never allow anyone to slander her master.

……

Upon seeing that everyone had gotten out of the car, Maxwell, dressed in a teaching uniform, pushed up his glasses and was the first to greet them with a warm smile.

"First, let me introduce myself. I am Enrico Maxwell, the commander of lscariot. Nice to meet you."

He paused, then looked at Mercury with fervent enthusiasm, opening his arms wide in a fanatical expression. "This must be the creator of 'Holy Salt,' so young, truly deserving of the title of Holy Son! Why not join us..."

"Enough!" Integula interrupted him. "You've come all this way to invite us here, what's the matter?"

"Don't be so harsh." Maxwell waved his hand awkwardly, but his eyes were full of contempt. "I didn't come here today to argue with you."

"No one would believe that." Integula rebuked sternly, "You have seriously violated the agreement by sending your agent Anderson to Bedoric in Northern Ireland, who attacked our agents and killed two of them, including me! Don't tell me you've forgotten..."

"So what!" Maxwell interrupted her directly.

The smile on his face vanished completely. Before he could even say two words, he stopped pretending and looked up at her with utter contempt.

"Just because I've been a little polite to you doesn't mean you can ride roughshod over me! I don't care if two or two trillion of you lowly Protestants die! If it weren't for His Holiness the Pope's personal order, I wouldn't even speak to you lowly people!"

At this point, his expression turned completely ferocious. He grinned widely and hissed at Intgra, "You only deserve to shut up and listen to me, you Protestant pig!"

The harsh insults slammed into the air, shattering Maxwell's feigned gentleness. His refined yet distorted face looked particularly ferocious in the sunlight.

The Iscariot monks behind him instantly stepped forward, their hands on their holy silver weapons, their killing intent locked onto Intgra and his group without any concealment.

Silas immediately exploded: "How dare you speak to Miss Intgra like that!"

"Silas."

Integula spoke coldly, his voice eerily calm, yet it precisely stopped the impulsive girl.

If you only stop one, can you stop a second one?

"You're really bold to say that. It's been like this for 2000 years. Rome hasn't changed at all."

Suddenly, Alucard appeared out of nowhere and pulled out two pistols.

"How dare you call my master a sow! Don't even think about leaving here alive, human."

His killing intent wasn't strong, but it was incredibly pure.

But Maxwell was clearly not one to be intimidated.

His face still wore a provocative smile, and his tone was exaggeratedly sarcastic.

"This is terrifying! Having such a scary bodyguard pointing a gun at me, I can't stay calm!"

"But since you've done this, we'll play along and enter a standoff!"

"Anderson!!!"

With a sharp shout, a figure as tall as a giant suddenly appeared at the main entrance of the museum, gripping the Tong Sword tightly in his hand, his aura overwhelming.

And what is our protagonist doing right now?

He was sitting on the roof of the car with Sylvie, leisurely munching on popcorn that had somehow ended up there, enjoying the spectacle unfolding before him.

"Do you see that, Sylvie?" Mercury said calmly.

"This is what happens when you believe in religion. They all swear like bastards and they've completely trampled civilization under their feet."

Sylvie, standing beside her, nodded calmly, and a glimmer of light finally appeared in her eyes, which had been like a stagnant pool.

She stared at the tense scene before her, lost in thought.