Crossover Anime: How a Shameless Person Lives

The roar in the sky grew closer, and the luxurious, gleaming golden plane landed smoothly.

Everyone's gaze instantly shifted from Kasumigaoka Utaha to the open hatch.

The top echelons of Japan, the generals of the Self-Defense Forces, and the heads of conglomerates are all tall and imposing.

Even the incredibly wealthy Shinomiya Gan'an adopted the most standard welcoming posture at this moment.

Only the group from the Beast Group remained casual, coldly observing the VIPs bowing and waiting.

Except for... Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Oh no, what should I say? Just watch them do as they're told?"

Utaha Kasumigaoka, utterly devastated, looked at everyone present.

Teacher Takatsuki Sen tricked her.

There was no support, no way out, and no prior rehearsal to provide a safety net.

The enormous Chiba Airport, which connects to the Vatican's archbishop, landed squarely on the shoulders of this nineteen-year-old high school student.

"Have a sip," Yakumo Omori said, handing over a bottle of water.

"Thank you." Kasumigaoka Utaha took it and took a sip.

Just two seconds later, the extreme tension subsided, and calmness suddenly swept over her.

This feeling is just like the refreshing feeling after takeoff and landing.

"Huh?" She stared wide-eyed at the unpackaged water bottle.

"What is this?!"

"A byproduct of the doctor's research, similar to a tranquilizer."

Yakumo Ōmori's voice remained deep and steady, his gaze fixed straight ahead, before he silently added, "Except for me, they've all had a drink."

Do you really think those ghouls behind him have superhuman courage?

Even ghouls get nervous when facing these powerful figures.

Her performance was already very good, and it almost met Lord Aite's expectations.

Upon hearing this, Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't ask any further questions and looked directly at the group of people getting off the plane.

……

"What a grand spectacle." The tall Anderson grinned as he looked at the scene at the airport.

There is no concealment about the anticipation of the impending purge of heretics.

"Teacher, you're too excited."

Maxwell stood at the front, dressed in an embroidered white robe, taking it all for granted.

God loves the world.

The Vatican, as the embodiment of God on earth, deserves to be revered.

The 13 staff members behind the two seemed quite intrigued by all of this.

This is the first time they have been treated this way in a country.

"You must be tired from your journey, Archbishop."

All the Japanese dignitaries bowed thirty degrees, displaying a humble attitude.

The cabinet member standing at the front straightened up first, speaking in a standard, solemn tone, befitting an official: "Welcome, Mr. Maxwell, to Japan. We extend our highest level of welcome to you."

The Self-Defense Force commander immediately stated respectfully: "The Self-Defense Forces are on standby throughout the region, fully responsible for the security of the mission, and will ensure the success of all your actions."

The tycoons all greeted them with smiles.

The attitude was excellent.

The only thing missing was a reporter.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone." Maxwell smiled and shook hands with each of them.

While feeling sorry for these heretics who are not believers, we still gave them ample respect.

However, once they entered the area controlled by the Beast Group, the atmosphere changed drastically.

The warm smile vanished from Maxwell's face the moment he faced the ghouls.

The gentle tolerance he had shown to the Japanese elites earlier vanished completely.

"I never imagined that such a disgusting creature could exist among the disciples of the Holy Son. What blasphemy!"

Anderson instantly became excited, his gaze sweeping fiercely over the members of the Beast Group, his hand already quietly resting on his weapon.

He had long been annoyed by these ghouls.

Mercury's forces should not include such disgusting creatures!

The members of the Thirteenth Division behind him instantly suppressed their curiosity, stood in formation, and stared coldly at this incongruous area.

Faced with this provocation, all the ghouls revealed a fierce glint in their eyes, and their kagune began to surge within their bodies.

Her gaze was fixed on Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was standing at the very front.

They would tear these guys apart at her command!

The atmosphere in the room began to turn strange.

The group of Japanese dignitaries, who were exchanging pleasantries with smiles, froze instantly, their hearts tightening in unison.

Shinomiya Yan'an's eyes flickered slightly as she silently observed, weighing the relative strengths of the two forces in her mind.

Those councilors and others sent by Fujiwara Daichi wisely took a half step back, deliberately keeping their distance, clearly indicating that they did not want to get involved and only wanted to stay out of it.

Lady Yukinoshita stood on the outermost edge, watching everything like a lowly henchman.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who had finally managed to calm down after being under the spotlight, was instantly stunned.

My mind went completely blank.

I wanted to refute it, but I didn't know how to begin.

Behind him, Yagami Omori silently took out his notebook and recorded everything.

At the end, there was a line of advice: "Needs further practice."

He then tore off a piece of paper and handed it to Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Archbishop, you don't want to upset Lord Mercury, do you?" Kasumigaoka Utaha read a sentence from the paper.

With a single, understated sentence, Maxwell's anger was instantly quelled.

He looked at Yakumo with murderous intent in his eyes.

This heretic!!!

Anderson, who had been poised to strike, suddenly froze, letting out a disgruntled snort.

The scene in London seemed to appear before my eyes.

"Are you going to protect these heretics too?" Maxwell took a deep breath and looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha, his eyes devoid of the malice he showed when looking at ghouls.

He will try his best to be kind to the humans around the Holy Son.

Kasumigaoka Utaha held the paper in her hand and said again, "It's up to you to decide. My stance is firm."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere on the field froze completely.

The surrounding dignitaries held their breath and watched with varying expressions.

"Ridiculous," Maxwell scoffed. "Once I see His Holiness the Holy Son, I will suggest that these heretics be killed!"

After saying that, he turned and left, not wanting to have any more contact with these heretics.