Fighting you is like being in jail.

Kazuma Sato made a subtle comment, after all, Homura Akemi was too much of a supermodel.

"inappropriate!"

Leng Chang's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he spoke with great seriousness.

"Stop it!"

Kazuma Sato asked curiously.

"How could we, three grown men, let Xiaoyan, a girl, do such a despicable thing! We're the ones with our hands stained with blood!"

In an instant, Kitahara Iori and Sato Kazuma's expressions turned serious, and their eyes gradually revealed their resolve.

"Well said!"

"agree!"

"Yoshi! Let's go!"

Leng Chang said seriously, then turned to look at Homura Akemi with a bright smile, "You wait here, we'll be right back!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the three of them hid in the bushes and climbed towards the main building.

Under the pitch-black night sky, in the Earl's manor, a clump of bushes moved, reaching the outer wall of the main building in almost the blink of an eye.

Hidden among them by their shadows in the moonlight, they did not disturb anyone.

Then Leng Chang stood up from the bushes and climbed the wall in the style of a gecko, heading towards the room at the top.

Entering the room through the window, one is greeted by a pitch-black room, decorated in the standard medieval aristocratic style, with red curtains draped over the spacious interior.

Leng Changgou crouched furtively in the darkness, carefully surveying the room with his eyes.

Just as they were trying to warn Kitahara Iori and Sato Kazuma to be careful.

Boom—!

A violent explosion came from the next room, followed by the sound of shattering glass and windows hitting the ground.

The sudden situation startled Leng Chang, Kitahara Iori, and Sato Kazuma, who all gripped their toes tightly.

"what?"

"And there are pastry chefs too!?"

"That's unbelievable!"

The three stared at each other in bewilderment, clearly seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

What's worse is that the explosion attracted everyone's attention; even in the bedroom on the third floor, one could hear hurried footsteps coming from the hallway outside.

"what happens!"

"What's going on!?"

It was the voices of Simmel and Ram, and the metallic scraping sound of Simmel drawing his longsword.

In the garden outside the house.

Rem held a flail, and a red, transparent horn appeared on her forehead, revealing the symbol of the Oni race.

Flames erupted from her maid outfit, burning away the edges.

His snow-white face was covered in burns, and his blue eyes stared fiercely at the third-floor window after the explosion, his teeth even showing.

From the third-floor window billowing thick smoke, a figure slowly flew out of the black smoke. Dressed in a clown-like style, Roswaal floated in the air, his eyes filled with a hint of doubt, his five fingers spread out, palm raised, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

"How curious. Rem, why did you suddenly attack me? Can you tell me why?"

He stared at Rem, who was on guard on the ground, filled with curiosity and doubt.

On the other side, Simmel, Ram, and later Frilian and Emilia, who arrived later, all watched in astonishment as what was happening before their eyes.

Did Rem attack Roswaal?

why?

Everyone was filled with doubt, and Ram was particularly incredulous and shocked.

She suddenly recalled what she had said in the kitchen that afternoon, her pupils dilated in shock, her heart breaking.

She pursed her lips tightly, her fingers gripping her skirt so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"Rem..."

She opened her mouth and shouted.

"Big sister, I'm here."

Rem responded gently with a smile.

He then looked seriously at Roswaal in the air, tightening his grip on the flail, causing the metal to scrape together and produce a crisp sound.

Meanwhile, Leng Chang, Kitahara Iori, and Sato Kazuma, who were hiding in the bedroom on the third floor, peeked out in bewilderment, never expecting such an unexpected incident to occur.

Rem! Didn't we agree not to fight?

We all promised not to attack Roswaal, so why did you strike first?

How could Rem, who is so innocent, lie to people!

At that moment, all three of them understood the current situation; Rem wanted to go with them.

This is a bit tricky.

But it's okay! There's still a chance to turn things around!

I'll take the blame!

Leng Chang's eyes flashed with a sharp light; he already had an immature idea, full of seriousness and earnestness.

Emilia, who was standing at the entrance of the main building, stared in disbelief at the scene before her.

"What exactly is going on?"

She asked, unable to understand.

Roswaal in the sky was also incredibly curious, and said patiently, "Yes—ah, I'm curious too, why?"

All eyes were fixed on Rem at that moment, just as Rem opened her mouth to say something.

Leng Chang, on the third floor, leaped forward and rushed towards Roswaal with lightning speed!

It's now!

A righteous sneak attack, a hand chop aimed straight at Roswaal's chest!

puff!

The sound of something shattering through a body rang out at that moment, and everyone around showed expressions of horror. Emilia covered her mouth in fear, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Who...who are you...?"

Roswaal coughed up blood, gritted his teeth, and endured the pain as he trembled and turned around, trying to see clearly who had attacked him.

Unfortunately, the pain took over his mind, and he couldn't even control the nerves in his muscles.

"You, you, you are—!!"

When Simmel saw who it was, her pupils dilated to pinpoints, and she trembled violently. Her hands, gripping the sword, trembled with tension, and an endless rage rose in her eyes.

He roared out his cold and unusual identity with all his might.

"Demon King!!"

Everything from the past came flooding back at this moment: the sacrifices of all the companions, the efforts of all the partners, all for the sake of defeating the Demon King.

However, the Demon King, who should have been dead, has reappeared before his eyes.

How could he not be angry?

Doesn't this mean all our previous efforts were in vain?

His trembling hands raised the tightly gripped longsword, his eyes flashing with absolute rage, reflecting the cold, hard image of Roswaal piercing through the air.

"Hehehehe...hahahahahahahahahaha..."

Leng Chang's evil laughter went from low to wild, gradually amplifying until it could be heard throughout the entire area.

As the laughter abruptly ceased, Merciless pushed aside the dying Roswaal and turned to look at Simmel with a ferocious grin.

"Yo~, hero! Long time no see! I didn't expect you to still be such a persistent ghost! I've missed you terribly since we last parted!"

"What are you up to now?!"

Simmel shouted alertly, stepping in front of Frilian and Emilia to shield them.

He knew better than anyone how powerful the Demon King was, and that he couldn't defeat him now; at most, he could only delay him.

"Purpose? What purpose? Don't you know?"

"..."

Simmel's heart sank as she pondered how to save everyone.

Unexpectedly, Leng Chang disappeared at that moment; he was no longer in the air.

"Disappeared!?"

Simmel was startled.

Suddenly, cold, icy eyes appeared before him, and at the same time, a hand slashed out towards his chest.

"Sinai! Simmel!"

"What?!"

Simmel's pupils contracted; the blow made his hair stand on end, especially as he clearly understood how terrifying Leng Chang's power was.

But even in such a sudden and unexpected situation, he still had room to defend himself.

He held his longsword horizontally, blocking it in front of his chest, while Leng Chang's hand cleaver struck the sword instantly.

We absolutely have to block it!

"Muda muda muda—! A sword like yours can't even stop my fingernail!"

Leng Chang grinned fiercely, his fingernails shattering the defensive longsword in an instant, while he silently prayed.

Xiaoyan! You need to realize this!

This is my hint for you!

Little Flame!

He was absolutely certain that Homura Akemi would understand what he was trying to convey, because it was Homura Akemi.

Om-!

In an instant, Leng Chang felt a blur before his eyes, and at the same time, a violent explosion erupted from his body, the powerful impact sending him flying.

"Buga—!"

Leng Chang, who was flying backwards, shouted loudly before landing on his back and rolling on the soil of the manor, leaving a long trail of dust in his wake.

No one realized what had happened, but they saw the black-clad girl stand gracefully in front of Simmel, one hand on her hip, her long black hair billowing in the blast of the explosion.

"Little Flame!?"

Frillie held her magic wand in both hands, her eyes wide with disbelief, her pupils contracting.

"Is...is it really Homura?"

Simmel stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Homura Akemi lifted her hair, turned to look at the two of them, and smiled slightly, "Long time no see, Simmel, Frilline."

"What...what's going on? You were clearly already..."

Frillie asked incredulously, finding the whole thing hard to believe.

Homura Akemi smiled and her eyes softened. "Thanks to Madoka, who protected everyone's souls at the last moment and activated the Reincarnation spell. But after the Reincarnation, we're here now."

"The magic of reincarnation?!"

Frillie's eyes lit up, and she immediately accepted this explanation.

After all, there are countless kinds of magic, including magic that can turn into bread, so it's impossible that there isn't magic that can reincarnate.