Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"I disagree! It would be such a waste to let this country perish under your sword. Why don't I rule this country instead?"

A soft, laughing female voice suddenly rang out from the shadows on the other side of the hall.

A lazy laugh easily broke the heavy atmosphere and entered everyone's ears.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable aura, like thick ink dripping into clear water, silently spread out.

Unlike the sharp swordplay of the swordsman Tomie, and unlike the clear and pure aura of Amamiya Rin.

It is thicker and more ambiguous, carrying a decadent yet sweet aroma, and an alluring blend of countless whispered murmurs.

Swordswoman Tomie didn't turn around, but merely frowned slightly.

The maid was startled awake by the sound; she turned her head sharply and looked urgently towards the source of the sound.

Beside the broken shoji door connecting the main hall to the inner courtyard, in the blurred area where the moonlight and the dim yellow light inside the room blended together, a figure stood silently, seemingly out of nowhere.

Similarly, it's another Tomie.

But this new Tomie is completely different from the Tomie who fought her way in, and even different from the Tomie who was arm in arm with Amamiya Rin at the party.

Although she was wearing that little black dress and her long hair was loose, every subtle expression and every glance she made exuded an extremely bewitching magic.

The smile at the corner of her mouth was both alluring and cruel, as if it could see through every trace of the filthy desires buried deep in people's hearts.

Is she Tomie? The real Tomie? The Tomie who captivated everyone in the files?

The waitress's throat felt inexplicably dry, and her heart felt itchy as if it had been tickled by a feather.

Her gaze was fixed on Tomie Moro, unable to look away. Her tense body unconsciously relaxed, and her mind became hazy. The fear, anger, and thoughts of survival seemed to dissolve in the hot spring, turning into a lump of mush.

Moro Tomie walked over calmly, her gaze first falling on the swordswoman Tomie, looking her up and down at her muscular and robust body, her beautiful eyebrows slightly raised in amazement.

"Oh dear, to have let yourself get into this state, what... unique aesthetic sense."

Although not explicitly mocking the swordsman Tomie's ugliness, the subtle sarcasm in Moro Tomie's words caused Tomie a pang of pain in her heart.

The bulging muscles, the protruding tendons, the rough, keratinized skin... This muscular body, modified to control the division and proliferation of flesh for combat efficiency, appeared so rough, barbaric, and unsightly in the face of the opponent's naturally alluring charm.

In an instant, a mixture of self-loathing and shame rushed into her chest like sewage from a sewer.

However, it was only for a fleeting moment.

"Buzz—!"

It felt as if there were invisible blades clanging in my mind!

In the next instant, those newly arising, tangled thoughts of inferiority were slashed away by her pure sword intent.

It was as swift and decisive as snapping a strand of troublesome spider silk.

Distractions dissipate, and the mind returns to its cool, clear state, like a blade washed by a cold spring, reflecting a clear reality.

wrong!

Swordswoman Tomie's eyes were sharp as knives as she suddenly stared at the smiling Moro Tomie.

How could I possibly feel inferior? No matter what, she must be the most perfect!

It's this guy!

His anger transformed into the most direct killing intent!

Questioning? Too much! The best response to such demonic tactics is a knife!

As the swordsman Tomie steadied himself, the lingering stench of blood and sword intent around him converged wildly, and all his mind and will were transformed into fuel, which he poured into the invisible blade.

Her gaze, sharp as a tempered blade, locked onto Tomie Moro's smiling eyes.

"cut!"

The low, turbulent air exploded, a sharp, swift burst like a blade slicing through the air!

Almost simultaneously, the figure of the swordsman Tomie appeared in Mara Tomie's eyes. The figure wielding the sword transformed into a whirlwind and attacked. A cold and fierce blade of light traversed a space of more than ten meters and slashed straight at her brow!

"ah--!"

Tomie let out a cry of pain, her brows furrowed tightly, tears welling in her eyes, and her lips bitten until they turned white.

The waitress standing nearby felt a sharp pang in her heart.

"Ms. Tomie...!"

She cried out in a trembling voice.

He was terrified just a moment ago, but now, seeing Tomie's tearful eyes, he felt an urge to rush up and protect her, to comfort her.

She even felt that making such a beautiful person suffer was an unforgivable sin.

"Stop pretending!"

Swordsman Tomie snorted coldly.

"You're not some useless piece of trash who can only rely on items. This level of slash is completely useless against you."

Because they were all of one mind, they could naturally sense that Tomie Mara did not experience any pain.

Unlike the heretical Tomie who uses a hypnosis app, and unlike the swordswoman who combines swordsmanship and hypnosis, the Tomie before us is the only Tomie who has fully mastered mind control-level hypnosis. Her mental power far surpasses that of any other Tomie.

The power of the consciousness slash was simply insufficient to affect this guy.

"Ah Lin, she yelled at me!"

Faced with the accusation from the swordswoman Tomie, Mara Tomie turned her head and looked towards the shadowy corner of the corridor at the other end of the hall, her voice drawn out softly.

Before she finished speaking, the swordsman Tomie followed her gaze.

Amamiya Rin was already standing there, still wearing the pajamas he had been brought out in. His face didn't show any particular expression, but there was a faint smile in his eyes, as if he had just watched a silly prank.

"Have you had enough fun?"

Amamiya Rin walked over and calmly asked.

Swordsman Tomie clicked her tongue, and her body began to change. The bulging muscles and stratum corneum quickly retracted, her bones made a slight cracking sound, her height gradually returned to its original size, and her skin returned to its fair and smooth appearance.

However, the clothes could not be restored; they hung tattered and stained with blood.

The ease and confidence she had shown when facing the swordsman Tomie had melted away like thin ice under the sun, and her eyes suddenly lit up, surging with an intense and unyielding love.

Completely ignoring the swordsman Tomie and the maid beside her, she pounced on Amamiya Rin like a joyful bird, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and pressing her cheek against his chest, rubbing it greedily.

"What a pity~~ This time, the beauty couldn't save the hero; the hero has already saved himself."

Tomie Moro's voice was full of regret; she still wanted to help Rin Amamiya out of a tight spot, just like last time.

"Alright, let's get down to business."

Feeling the obsessive love of Tomie Mara, Rin Amamiya patted Tomie Mara's back gently as if to comfort her, a troubled expression flashing across his face.

A demonic bodhisattva is not so easy to convert.