Sister Rescue Plan

He shielded Shiori behind him, saying, "If you don't run now, it'll be too late."

"No, none of you will escape."

Ellen looked at Shiori, who looked exactly like the person from thirty years ago and was involved with elves. There must be something fishy going on.

Origami Tobiichi glanced at Ellen before quickly looking away. When Mirai Izayoi was explaining the techniques for conquering Shiori, she used the analogy of a lion hunting its prey: you need to have enough patience, crawl in the grass until you get close enough, and then strike a fatal blow.

She felt that this situation was also applicable.

Shiori touched the remaining half of her arm with trembling hands, then quickly sat back down, as if afraid that her touch would cause pain.

Her body trembled as she glared angrily at Eileen: "Why did you do this!"

"To capture him alive."

Eileen said matter-of-factly, "The sniper could have deliberately avoided his vitals. Losing half a hand is no big deal."

She looked at Shiori: "I advise you not to resist either, because Westcott only wants to be captured alive."

The implication is that their hands and feet could be broken.

Izayoi Mirai raised her hand, stopping Shiori from saying anything. His face turned gloomy. He had just come out and suffered such a big loss. It would be strange if he was in a good mood. What worried him more was whether these guys would treat Miku the same way.

A boiling killing intent ignited, and the sword in his hand emitted a soft, clanging sound:

"Did you think you had it all figured out?"

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Snapped!

The front door of the Yushou family's house was violently kicked open, the alloy door hanging on the edge of the frame, completely deformed.

The "person" who broke down the door was also in a bad way; their head and hands were dented and their surfaces were pitted and uneven. However, as robots, they did not have the extraneous setting of pain perception; they simply silently carried out their orders.

Without a doubt, they wouldn't turn against her because of Miku's singing; at least in her presence, their loyalty was something to be proud of.

A light shone from Miku's body, and a magnificent spirit dress was put on her. At the same time, a huge pipe organ with a keyboard of light and a silver pipe that served as a microphone appeared in front of her, and exciting music began to play.

Clearly, these robots have no musical talent and show no reaction to such an outstanding performance. They approach Miku with weapons in hand, intending to destroy her ability to resist and then take her away.

"Uninvited guests are never welcome anywhere."

Mei Jiu frowned, as if looking at a bunch of filthy things. "What's more, you dared to damage my and my future love nest. You bunch of unromantic lumps of iron, just scrap them all!"

When they were less than a meter away from Miku, all the robots stopped. A huge noise came from inside them, and white smoke billowed from the gaps in their joints. Instantly, the aroma of circuit boards filled the living room.

They crashed.

After Miku used sound waves to probe their resonance points, she adjusted the frequency of the song and then destroyed the much more fragile chips inside them.

There were more robots than just these few; more and more robots kept pouring in, and then the machines crashed at the door. Dozens of robots were lined up at the door, and people who didn't know better would think they were queuing up to get engine oil.

Several figures darted in, wearing display devices and with earplugs plugged in so they wouldn't have to worry about being controlled by Miku's voice.

Flames spat from the gun muzzles, and Miku's singing rang out, so high it was ear-piercing. Invisible sound waves formed a thick barrier, blocking the bullets they fired.

As the song changed, they felt their stomachs tapping in rhythm with the melody.

Snapped!Snapped!

A sharp pain shot through them, and they collapsed to their knees. Blood gushed out uncontrollably, mixed with fragments of internal organs, and their vision began to blur.

Thump! Several more real people lay down on the ground to keep the robots company.

Miku hummed a song and continued playing her instrument. This was also to prevent anyone from sneaking over and attacking her. The omnipresent sound waves would monitor any abnormalities for her.

"This is no challenge at all. I wonder how things are going over there. They should be back soon after they've resolved everything."

Thinking about this made her feel better again.

Izayoi Mirai is indeed about to be resolved, but it will be resolved by her.

No matter how angry you are, there are limits to how much you can win; if you can't win, you still can't win.

If a sudden burst of power is to be effective, why would there be any need for further training?

He was thrown down from the sky by Elaine, his body covered in wounds, his clothes soaked in blood, this time all his own blood.

"Future, are you alright?"

Shiori carefully supported Yosuke Mirai, not daring to make any big movements. Her voice was choked with sobs, and tears fell like beads from a broken string.

In the sky, the origami's hand tightened, but it still didn't move; it wasn't the right time yet.

How embarrassing! Izayoi Mirai thought to herself with contempt. Was she really going to have to run away with her severed arm?

No, there is another way.

"Shizhi."

He looked at the girl in front of him and asked, "I like my sister, and I have a girlfriend. Do you mind?"

"What time is it and you're still asking this!"

"Just answer me."

"I don't mind!" Shiori's voice trembled with tears. "Please don't die, I don't mind anything at all!"

Izayoi Mirai sat up and kissed Shiori's lips.

Chapter 41 Love is a Light

Shiori's eyes widened, her mind went blank, and she even forgot the rule that kissing a spirit with a high enough affection level would seal its spiritual power. Her blood rushed to her head, she felt her face burning, her heart pounding wildly as if it were about to explode, and something was about to burst out.

Yosuke Mirai sucked hard, the pleasure of the spiritual energy surging over her was truly intoxicating. Shiori's body contained the spiritual energy of two spirits, twice as much as Miku's.

The magic power should be enough to summon Medea.

He extinguished the thought as soon as it arose, kissing Shiori while summoning Medea; he wasn't that stubborn.

Just then, the pure fire that had been dormant in the dantian began to stir. Within the orange flames, the mixed color rapidly grew, becoming as vivid as blood.

Flames erupted from his body, including from the severed arm.

The wound is healing.

He quickly took out the severed arm and reattached it. Due to his current posture, his left hand went around Shiori's back, making it look like he was hugging her.

The origami in the sky couldn't wait to stab someone. Seeing that things were going badly, Ellen swooped down, brandishing her white blade, intending to string the two adulterers together.

Anyway, it can still be saved.

Origami followed closely behind, seemingly wanting to help.

Suddenly, the flames on Mirai Yushou's body spread out, no longer gentle, but carrying terrifying high temperatures. Asphalt and cement were scorched until they became soft, sand piles began to silicify, and roadside green belts were burned to ashes in an instant.

The air was distorted by the high temperature. When Ellen rushed in, she felt a little short of breath. The scorching air carried a pungent smell, and she felt suffocated from her throat to her lungs.

After the spiritual power within the zither was incorporated, his purifying fire underwent a certain transformation.

Yosuke Mirai released Shiori, holding a three-meter-long spear in his hand. He looked up at Ellen, his eyes also burning with flames.

Eileen paused, sensing a danger emanating from the man in the firelight.

Should we test the waters with long-range firepower?

For the first time, she lacked confidence in herself and prepared to grow taller.

A gust of wind swept from behind her. She turned around and blocked a sword, exclaiming in shock and anger, "Sergeant Tobiichi, what are you doing!"

Origami Tobiichi remained silent. She rarely spoke to anyone other than Shiori. Feeling incredibly humiliated, she vented all her anger on the woman who had threatened to kidnap Shiori.

Sparks flew as the two swords clashed dozens of times in mid-air.

Ellen was genuinely surprised. She hadn't expected that someone in this small place would have such outstanding talent. Although she had the upper hand, she was more experienced and had better equipment.

This girl has the potential to catch up with her.

But now is not the time to cherish talent; Yushou's future is fast approaching.

He leaped high into the air, his leg bones groaning, but flames immediately ignited, soothing his pain. Having lost the spiritual power from the koto, both his terrifying heat and healing abilities were rapidly declining, so he might as well make the most of it.

He gripped the gun; Eileen was almost within reach.

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Blood splattered.

It must be said that Ellen's loyalty to Westcott, or rather, her resentment towards Elliot, was immense. Even though Izayoi Mirai had pierced through her limbs, she stubbornly kept her mouth shut, refusing to utter a single word or reveal Westcott's whereabouts.

Izayoi Mirai didn't like torturing women, so she gave him a quick death. He walked out from the corner, and Shiori jumped over and grabbed his clothes.

Izayoi Mirai patted her head: "Does Kotori have any news about Westcott?"

Kotori said she's investigating.

Shiori flinched; she knew perfectly well why Izayoi Mirai had asked that question. "Does it really have to go to this extent?"

"Now that we've made an enemy, we can't let him live. Next time, he might not be aiming for my arm."

Yushou Mirai smiled. He had dispatched all his familiars immediately to search for Westcott's whereabouts throughout Tengu City—airports, docks, train stations, and hotels—and was now waiting for feedback. As long as Westcott was in Tengu City, he would have no chance of escaping.

He reached out and took the earphone out of Shiori's ear: "Hey, Kotori, I know you can hear me. You can check it by following Ellen's route."

From inside came Kotori's frantic voice: "Why can you order me around so naturally?!"

Izayoi Mirai raised an eyebrow: "Because Westcott will absolutely not let Shiori go. If you don't believe me, you can ask the old man behind you."

"Just how much do you know? Are you actually a friend of the old man?"

"Of course not, I just have special information channels, but the complicated relationship between them is real."

The sound of Kotori swallowing hard came from the other end of the earpiece: "Was that gossip you mentioned before true?"

"Well, who knows?"

Izayoi Mirai put the earphones back into Shiori's ears, letting her think whatever she wanted.

On Fraxinus, Kotori Itsuka felt terrible. Her appetite was whetted and then dropped, just like reading a novel that was cut off at the most exciting part. It made her want to kill the author.

Wait, Kotori Itsuka suddenly realized something:

"Reine, bring up the monitoring data of Izayoi Mirai's favorability rating."