Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Uh-huh."

Tomie obediently agreed, but she didn't loosen her grip on his arm at all. She just turned slightly to the side, with half of her body still nestled against Rin Amamiya.

Swordsman Tomie coldly stepped forward, grabbed Moro Tomie's arm, and pulled her off Amamiya Rin.

"Isn't it cheesy?"

With that, the swordswoman Tomie took the place of Mara Tomie and grasped Amamiya Rin's hand.

"Oh? Are we going to fight amongst ourselves?"

Seeing that the imposter actually used brute force to pull her away, Moro Tomie's eyes flickered, and her whole body exuded a demonic aura that seemed to be tangible. The sweet and rotten smell in the hall suddenly intensified, and even the light seemed to dim a bit, as it wrapped around the swordsman Tomie.

Almost at the same instant, the swordsman Tomie's eyes sharpened, and her hand was already on the hilt of her sword.

The lingering stench of blood and the murderous aura honed along the way merged into a terrifying sword force that erupted with a thunderous roar!

In an instant, the air seemed to be cut by an invisible blade, emitting a faint clanging sound, cold, sharp, and unstoppable, colliding violently with the demonic aura of Tomie Moro!

In the vast space, two invisible forces clashed like fire and water, emitting a silent explosion. Light twisted and swayed between them, and the sweet and sharp auras clashed and killed each other. The oppressive feeling that made one's scalp tingle made the maid next to her almost suffocate.

Seeing that a conflict was about to break out, Amamiya Rin sighed softly.

"Om—"

He opened his mouth, uttering only one syllable.

The sound was not loud, and it didn't even have much variation.

Like a drop of clear water falling into a scalding pan of oil, or like a gentle breeze brushing against a taut bowstring.

A more intense clash should have erupted, but that future did not occur.

The syllables carried a strange sense of harmony and tranquility, spreading out gently and quietly.

Wherever she went, the pervasive demonic nature of Tomie the Demon and the sharp swordplay of the Sword Master Tomie vanished silently, like morning dew under the blazing sun.

The suffocating stickiness and biting cold of the main room vanished, and the air began to flow again, carrying the unique coolness of the night, slowly seeping in from outside the open paper door, leaving only the tranquility after a storm.

The aggressive aura surrounding Moro Tomie instantly subsided. She blinked, a hint of unsatisfied annoyance remaining on her face.

The sharp sword intent emanating from the swordswoman Tomie also quietly dissipated. She gave a cold snort and turned her head away, but the hand that had been on the hilt of her sword had already loosened.

The waitress finally gasped for breath.

She looked as if she had just emerged from deep water, gasping for breath, her forehead beaded with cold sweat, her face filled with the terror of someone who had just survived a disaster.

It was through this experience that she completely broke free from the allure that Tomie Mara had previously planted. The moment she regained consciousness, confusion, fear, and vigilance surged into her mind all at once.

"You...! What are you doing here? What did you do to Mayor Gao?"

The waitress clutched her rapidly beating heart, her gaze sweeping across the faces of the three people around her, finally settling on Amamiya Rin, who seemed to have the best personality, and of course, was the most crucial one. Trembling, she loudly questioned Amamiya Rin.

"Please be quiet for a moment."

Amamiya Rin nodded to the maid, as if the thought arose naturally from his heart. The maid opened her mouth, lost in confusion.

She had forgotten what she was supposed to do, and even those intense emotions had vanished. Her heart was as blank as a plant, and she just wanted to be alone for a while.

Amamiya Rin gently patted the back of the swordswoman Tomie's hand, which was still gripping the hilt of her sword, then turned to smile at Mara Tomie. The smile was calm, yet it carried a reassuring power.

"Alright, everyone, let's pack up for now. We haven't finished the important business yet. Perhaps you'll be working together again in the future, so it's better to maintain a good relationship."

Tomie pouted, and the alluring yet dangerous aura around her silently disappeared. Even Tomie's own demonic charm paled in comparison, making her look like an ordinary high school girl.

Of course, this JK is prettier than 90% of JKs.

Swordswoman Tomie loosened her grip on her sword hilt, her face still bearing that cold expression, but her tense body relaxed.

"What important business is it that requires my cooperation with this guy?"

"Didn't I just say that?" Amamiya Rin looked at Moro Tomie with a hint of helplessness in her eyes. "You keep clamoring to dominate this country and think it's a waste to let it perish under her sword."

After saying that, Amamiya Rin's gaze turned to the swordsman Tomie.

"You also said you weren't afraid of dying by your hand?"

He paused, then continued.

"I think this is a good idea. First, we should replace those rotten roots at the top and take control of the country's political circles and discourse. Second, we should wipe out all their resistance forces."

As he spoke, Amamiya Rin gave a wry smile.

Amamiya Rin's words startled both Tomie's, and the air fell silent for a few seconds.

Moro Tomie was the first to react. She tilted her head slightly and stared at Amamiya Rin's face, her eerie eyes revealing confusion for the first time.

"...Ah Lin? The cooperation you mentioned earlier? You mean we're going to do those kinds of things?"

She blinked, her tone filled with disbelief.

"You've been saving this person and helping that person all along, almost risking your life for a few strangers. And now you want us to give orders and clean up? That doesn't sound like something you'd say at all."

Swordswoman Tomie didn't respond immediately. She crossed her arms, her brows furrowed, and looked Amamiya Rin up and down with a sharp gaze that seemed to want to dissect him.

"Have you been driven mad by that old woman? Do you even know what you've asked us to do? Suppress all resistance? Seize power in a country? It sounds very strange coming from you. Very strange!"

"Yes, like a villain, seizing power and suppressing any resistance—what righteous person would say such things or do such things?"

Amamiya Rin nodded slightly, the bitter smile on his face disappearing, leaving only calmness.

"It's almost like being a villain, doing anything for a righteous cause. That's what people who want to make the world a better place do too... But I'm probably far inferior to those who love humanity in the Moon World, right?"

Amamiya Rin's lips curled up slightly, as if she were joking.

But his expression quickly returned to calm.

"But even if we have to resort to any means necessary, this is the only way. The upper echelons of this country are completely rotten. That guy named Gao Shi is not just one person, but a representative of those people."

Cut off the henchmen who act as accomplices to the tyrant, and take control of the already rotten roots.

Not for power, nor to make the world a better place, and unrelated to any ideological debates, but simply to eliminate ugliness.