Fighting you is like being in jail.

Having witnessed the continuous departures around her along the way, Madoka Kaname is already incredibly strong for having managed to hold on this long.

This situation is understandable, but it cannot be ignored.

But when I thought about saying something, all the words of comfort got stuck in my throat.

In the hotel lobby, Simmel sat helplessly in a chair, letting out heavy sighs.

He feels like a complete failure right now, with a strong sense of powerlessness.

At this moment, Frilian and Philon came down from the second floor of the inn and sat down next to Simmel and Shutark, looking somewhat uneasy.

"How is Xiaoyuan?" Simmel looked up at Frilian and asked worriedly.

Frillie sighed and shook her head, her eyes somewhat vacant, and said, "She seems fine, except she giggles like an idiot when no one's around, and she's also a bit distracted..."

"I see... sigh..." Simmel sighed, feeling a sudden heaviness on her shoulders.

"It shouldn't be like this...it shouldn't be like this..."

Philen couldn't help but lower her head, clutching her skirt and unable to hold back her tears. Large teardrops dripped onto the back of her hand, splashing water. Her shoulders trembled, unable to control her grief.

The thought of Madoka Kaname's current situation breaks my heart.

Everyone was fine just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye... everything was gone.

“Philan…” Shutark opened his mouth to comfort her, but found that he couldn’t hold back his tears either.

He could only clench his fists and endure it, his arms trembling from the exertion, remaining silent.

Simmel and Frilian understood that things couldn't continue, but stopping here was also impossible.

We must find other, more crucial, solutions.

Chapter 124 What exactly is your purpose?

Simmel understood perfectly well that breaking this deadlock required the help of others; otherwise, the current group of people would surely fail.

From his previous battle with Celie, he had come to a profound realization: it was highly unlikely that he and Frilian could win on their own.

The biggest problem is that Celia is too mobile; she's practically flying a kite the whole time, with no chance to get close.

Furthermore, Seria intentionally avoided engaging in combat with herself during the battle, which suggests that the key to victory lay in the Holy Sword.

But the problem remains: they can't get close.

The Holy Sword might have a special effect against the Demon King, but only if it can actually hit him.

There's absolutely no way...

Simmel clenched her fist under the table and sighed helplessly. She looked up at Frilian beside her, at a loss for what to do.

Frilian reached out and grasped Simmel's clenched fist, saying, "Let's rest for a few days. There'll always be a way."

"Ah."

Simmel nodded, a nod of deep feeling.

The next second, Frilian blushed and withdrew her hand. Simmel belatedly paused, also blushing slightly.

......

three days later.

In the forest outside the city, a man in a white suit emerged from a crack in the space.

Beneath a black bob haircut were a pair of sharp, dark blue eyes that shone with a keen light, and her chiseled face was sharply defined. Her tall, upright figure exuded a powerful aura even when she was still, as if every movement was ahead of its time in terms of style.

His open-chested white suit jacket revealed his steel-like muscles, and his eyes glanced towards the city for a moment before he stood upright on the forest floor.

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An indescribable aura formed eerie onomatopoeia, floating around him.

"Is this the way? Looks like the timing is perfect!"

Bucciarati took a step, his black leather shoes slamming into the mud, his arms swinging back and forth as he walked, leaving a trail of footprints in the forest soil.

Meanwhile, on the other side, in the hotel.

Kaname Madoka has been having a great time these past few days, just like when her parents are away on a business trip and she's home alone. She eats and sleeps, and when she gets bored, she asks Homura to start a live stream to watch TV series.

She even went shopping and secretly bought a lot of things.

Compared to Madoka Kaname, Simmel and the others were in a bit of a predicament, constantly thinking about how to deal with the impending crisis.

They even considered asking for help, but found that it seemed no one could come to their aid.

The four of them were now sitting in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, feeling worried. However, the only consolation was that Madoka Kaname didn't seem so sad at all; at least she looked much better.

"Is there still no way?" Philon asked Frilian with worry, her eyes full of anxiety.

Upon hearing this, Frillie nodded and said with her head down, "No, we don't even know anything about the other side right now."

"May I join this discussion?"

Suddenly, Bucciarati's voice rang out from across the room from Frillie.

Bucciarati stood opposite Frilian and Philon, looking down at them with his palms outstretched, then turned to look at Simmel and Shutark on the other side.

He exudes an incongruous sense of style, but one thing is certain: he is no ordinary person.

"Who are you?" Simmel looked at Bucciarati warily.

Upon hearing this, Bucciarati pinched his chin, thought for a moment, and then frowned as he said:

"Emmm... how should I put it? One of the former Four Heavenly Kings, Bruno Bucciarati."

"What!? The Four Heavenly Kings!"

"You guy!"

Simmel and Shutark's eyes widened instantly, with Shutark even standing up and staring at them with a fierce look.

Bucciarati frowned at this and said with dissatisfaction, "They are the former Four Heavenly Kings. This is very important. You need to understand this."

Everyone frowned, sensing that something was wrong.

"Calm down. You don't want to fight here, do you? After all... everyone around us is innocent. If we start fighting, guess how many people will die?"

Bucciarati spoke earnestly and seriously, offering no other options.

“You’re right.” Simmel nodded affirmatively, but remained vigilant.

After a short while, Bucciarati sat down opposite the other people and casually raised his hand to call the waiter.

"Here, a glass of juice, please."

Then the waiter brought over a glass of juice. Bucciarati picked up the glass and took a sip, his brow relaxing as he was drawn in by the taste of the juice.

This is juice from another world; its taste is exceptionally pure.

You can taste that it's 100% freshly squeezed, with a unique flavor. The shop owner is very responsible for this, as they didn't wrap the fruit peels, otherwise the juice would taste bitter.

"What's your purpose?"

Seeing that Bucciarati was engrossed in the juice, Simmel was completely unsure of his purpose and went straight to the point, asking him seriously.

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Bucciarati put down his cup, bowed slightly, and said with a serious expression, his brows furrowed:

"Purpose? My purpose is the same as yours: to destroy the Demon King."

"What!? You're joking?" Simmel exclaimed in surprise, completely disbelieving Bucciarati's words.

"Whether it's a joke or not, you only need to ask Madoka Kaname to know. I was the one who gave them directions so they could escape the Demon King's castle."

Bucciarati said affirmatively, looking at Simmel and Frilian, and nodded thoughtfully.

This is the first time I've seen it in person, and it really does match perfectly.

"You know Xiaoyuan? What's going on?" Philon stared wide-eyed nervously, sensing that the situation was not what she had imagined.

"It's very simple. Back then, Leng Chang's team was defeated... no! It shouldn't be called a defeat, it's just that they didn't expect the Demon King to have a backup plan. The first extermination can be said to have been a success, but it was also a failure. The battle was very intense, and the Demon King was directly killed by Leng Chang and his team, but only physically."

Bucciarati responsibly began to supplement the settings, explaining each point clearly and logically.

"But they overlooked one problem: the Demon King's body died, but his soul remained. With the help of his soul, the Demon King began to fight back. This is the real reason why Leng Chang and his group were defeated."

“Soul…” Simmel frowned, as if all the mysteries had been solved: why Celie was resurrected, and why the Demon King was so fixated on Leng Chang’s body.

"After that, I guided them to escape from the Demon King's castle."

Bucciarati's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he spoke eloquently.

"So here's the question: why are you here?"

"It's very simple. I'm here to deliver a message. Leng Chang has temporarily escaped the Demon King's control, but he's still bound in the Demon King's castle. It's just a pity... the Demon King in his soul form cannot be destroyed directly; a holy sword is needed."

Chapter 125 I, Bucciarati, have a dream!

Bucciarati stared intently at the holy sword at Simmel's waist and continued, "The Demon King needs Leng Chang's body, and for a time, both sides are at an impasse. So, Leng Chang came to me and asked me to deliver a message to you... Take the holy sword with you. I will also help you defeat the Demon King."

“…”

"..."

This situation made Simmel frown, feeling that it was somewhat unbelievable, after all, it was all Bucciarati's side of the story.

However... I still have to go, but I need to find Madoka Kaname first to confirm the situation.

Having made up his mind, Simmel gestured to Philon, who immediately stood up and ran towards the second floor of the inn.

Not long after, Madoka Kaname and Philon came down.

Upon seeing Bucciarati, Madoka Kaname's eyes widened in surprise, and she exclaimed, "What brings you here?"

"Long time no see, Ms. Kaname Madoka." Bucciarati smiled slightly and nodded in greeting.

Seeing that the two knew each other, Simmel and Frillie breathed a sigh of relief, at least for the time being able to confirm that what Bucciarati said was most likely true.

Then Bucciarati continued, "I saw Leng Chang. He has now broken free from the Demon King's control. However, he is currently in a stalemate. This time, I will go with you to defeat the Demon King."

"As expected! I knew Leng Chang wouldn't fall so easily!" Kaname Madoka breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to sit at the table.

"Anything else?" she asked again with concern.

Bucciarati stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I don't know the specific arrangements afterward, but one thing is certain: Leng Chang needs your help right now. Without the Holy Sword, he won't have the chance to kill the Demon King."

"This..." Madoka Kaname hesitated for a moment, glancing sideways at Simmel.

After all, this was essentially sending Simmel to her death, so Simmel had to make the decision herself.

The biggest problem is that all of this is Madoka Kaname's side of the feud, and in a sense... Simmel and the others are outsiders.

But Simmel would not refuse, for he was Simmel the Warrior.

“Okay! I understand. When do we set off?” Simmel nodded heavily, full of determination.

"It would be best to do it immediately. I will tell you the relevant information on the way."

Bucciarati spoke solemnly, exuding the aura of a leader. This undoubtedly further proved Bucciarati's identity. This kind of leader's aura is something that ordinary people cannot learn. It can only be acquired by taking on responsibilities little by little in an environment for a long time.

"Fine! Let's go!" Hugh Tarek said through gritted teeth, his clenched fists flashing with anger and ferocity.

The images of Kazuma Sato and Iori Kitahara dying before their deaths are indelible for him; he recalls them every night.

How could he not be angry? How could he not be furious?

I wish I could be blasted to pieces by the Demon King right now, with a million magnetic fields spinning, leaving not even a trace of my DNA.

So, Simmel and the others packed their things and set off on their journey once again.

The target is the Demon King's castle!

Simmel felt a sense of melancholy; he had never imagined that he would have to go to the Demon King's castle again to fight the Demon King.

Thinking back to the last time, it was the last time.

On the carriage, Bucciarati drove it at high speed across the snow.

The surrounding wind and snow obscured the view, the sky appeared white under the blizzard, and the sound of the wind filled the air.

The carriage left two tracks, creating long marks on the boundless snowfield.