I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

Sacha de Jansdal Vauban.

Defeated once by Kuang San __, the god-slaying king who survived with a strange and mysterious technique.

"His Highness Kuang San." Liliana showed a worried expression.

"Don't worry." Kuang San slowly got up while comforting the girl. "This time, I won't let him run away again."

"Let's go, get ready, let's go to Japan."

According to the information given by Princess Alice, the god-slaying king is currently planning some kind of secret ceremony in Japan. It seems to be summoning the God of Disobedience, or it seems to be something else.

"it is good."

The girls promised, and with Kurumi's departure, the whole room became empty.

The letter fell to the ground, and the maid came in and carefully put it away.

It's just that what Kuangsan didn't notice was that there was another piece of paper inside the envelope, another report.

It is recorded that the eighth Godslayer was born in Australia.

And her name is... Nameless.

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After a little demonstration of sword skills, and a little money and identity certificates 'borrowed' from the 'kind' mafia lady, Pandora and Wuming boarded the plane.

Pandora looked at Wuming who was sitting opposite her, with her head propped on her hands, looking a bit sleepy.

Since explaining that she is not her sister-in-law, this cute and attractive girl stopped hugging herself.

Really...she is her 'mother'!

I feel a little bit regretful, I wish I had known earlier and explained later.

"What are you looking at?" Pandora looked at Wuming who was holding a purple-red sword.

She obviously has a stronger sword, but she always holds the Taidao that is too short for her, and when she mentions that Taidao, she will show a cute and cute smile.

"Your Highness, human beings are really miraculous existences." Wuming looked at the wings and engines and sighed. "It just looks like it's not strong enough to hold a sword."

"..." Pandora fell into deep thought.

The two landed at the airport close to Cagliari, and Wuming became more and more excited.

The girl was wearing a pink kimono skirt, the hem of which barely covered her small buttocks. Her two slender and plump long legs moved lightly, and the bells on her ankles rang repeatedly.

"Is sister here?" With his hands behind his back, Wuming tiptoed one foot and turned around slightly, looking back at Pandora.

so...so cute...

"It's absolutely true, I was bullied on this island..." Pandora suddenly realized something was wrong halfway through her words. "Ahem, I mean, I met that guy on this island."

"Mmm." Wuming put a sword in front of her lips and laughed, she could probably guess what happened to this goddess.

sister~~~

But a bad guy.

The villain who steals his heart has no self-awareness.

But~ I can finally see my sister.

Wuming became more and more happy, and his long and slender hair dangled from side to side.They rushed to Cagliari without stopping.

Just...watching the streets under reconstruction and closed hotels.

Wuming was stunned for a moment, and the dull hair on the top of his head hung down limply as if he had lost its vitality.

She looked at Pandora angrily.

Seeing the pitiful, nameless man who looked like he might cry at any moment, Pandora panicked.

"I...I didn't lie to you, she was still here two days ago and killed Weleslana."

Wuming looked like a little girl who I didn't listen to, and turned her head away again.

Pandora only felt that she really owed this little girl, tried her best to appease Wuming, and then asked around.

The owner of the cafe gave a piece of information.

Some of the girls seemed to have said that they were going back to Milan.

"I've already found out, your sister has returned to Milan." Pandora, out of breath, looked at Wuming.

"Let's go, you can't go wrong this time."

Chapter 23 Simultaneous Intertwined Destinies

In the vicinity of Shiba Park and Tokyo Tower, in addition to schools and embassies, there are many shrines and temples.

For modern people, it's just something to comfort their hearts, and I don't know why each of them is well preserved.

There is a small road in the first district.

The trails next to the main road are intricate.

A silver-haired young man was standing at the intersection. He looked to be in his early twenties, with emerald eyes.