Anime, infinite dimension starting from Mahou no Yakumo

"Look, Mom and Dad, did you see that? I've defeated your enemy! I've finally succeeded!"

His delicate face, tinged with a touch of crimson, gained a hint of sinister charm.

With corpses and remains beneath her feet, the being once known as Tiantong Ximin murmured in a sickly tone, "Hey, my dear Ximin sister, didn't you always call me 'the prostitute's daughter' in private? Why can't you speak now?"

All the people who died here were blood relatives of Tendo Kisara, half-relatives.

Unfortunately, these brothers never regarded Kisara as their sister, because Kisara's mother was a commoner, so she was always treated as a servant.

But what they didn't know was that it was this woman, whom they despised the most, who changed their father.

"Ah, Shinsuke!!!"

When Kisara saw Yotsuba Mahiro standing at the door, he immediately dropped the long sword in his hand and rushed over like a swallow returning to its nest, wrapping his arms around Mahiro's neck.

And he gently offered his lips to hers.

A sweet, slightly fishy taste mixed with the girl's delicate fragrance filled my mouth.

Mahiro did not refuse, and wrapped his arms around Kisara's slender waist, holding her in his arms and enjoying the light kiss from this beautiful sword demon girl.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

"Hey, Masahiro, you see? I finally defeated my parents' enemy! Isn't that great!"

"Yes, yes, it's very gorgeous. Congratulations, President."

Mahiro, showing no disgust at the bloodstains on her body, gently patted her back.

That incredibly beautiful face was so close, and the sweet scent stimulated his nostrils. A sickly blush rose on Kisei's cheeks, but at the same time, a genuine smile of pleasure appeared on his face.

Only after that madness subsided did Kisara realize just how audacious he had been.

She twisted and turned, trying to escape from his embrace.

"No, wait a minute, Zhen Xunjun... where are you touching—"

"I won't wait."

With a slight tightening of his arm, Makoto made it impossible for her to escape, and amidst the girl's shyness, he pressed his lips to hers once more.

The cicadas' desperate, strained cries echoed in my ears.

Kisara gradually relaxed and compromised from her initial struggle and tension, her hands involuntarily wrapping around his neck again, her eyes squinting as if in ecstasy.

I was completely immersed in this thrill.

Kisara's breathing gradually became rapid and broken, and the two of them kept changing their footsteps until they finally collapsed onto the corridor floor.

Her long, jet-black hair, as smooth as silk, was spread out on the floor.

The two looked into each other's eyes, and a layer of moisture appeared in Kisara's dark pupils, which were like black pearls, making them appear even more mysterious and enigmatic.

"...Hey, Shinhiro, I've avenged myself, so now...give me a completely new meaning, okay?"

"......"

"Woo..."

Tendo Kisara gently bit her lip, her slightly furrowed brows revealing a hint of pain, and her faint breath escaped from her nose.

It took a long time before she gradually loosened her grip. Although she was still biting her lip, what she had to endure was no longer pain.

"........"

“......□”

......

.....

...

The Demon King's mark was deeply imprinted on the girl's body.

At the same time, the Asura girl, who seemed to be in purgatory, offered him everything she had.

It was dusk.

Tendo Kisara trembled slightly as she changed into brand new clothes. Her slender, shapely legs were now adorned with light and comfortable black pantyhose instead of the original over-the-knee socks. With Mahiro's help, she stood up unsteadily, her steps slightly unsteady.

It seems this battle has taken a toll on her.

But when they looked at each other, Kisara couldn't help but shyly look away.

"Let's go."

"Um...."

Kisara nodded obediently and followed him as they left the Tendou family home.

However, just as the two stepped out of the main gate of the Tendo residence, Mahiro suddenly stopped.

"It's starting already? That's a bit early."

"What time was brought forward?"

Kisara didn't understand what he meant, but seeing that he seemed to be gazing into the distance, he turned his head and forgot about the past.

But the next second, a feeling of shock shot from his toes to the top of his head like an electric current, making his scalp tingle!

In the distance, the whitewashed giant stone monument had begun to crumble.

It began with a corner of the rectangle collapsing, triggering a chain reaction of collapses. The massive, cracked monolith, as if finally unable to withstand the corrosive liquid, let out a mournful cry, and finally crumbled in a chain reaction as if pushed over by some force.

They couldn't hear the collapse from their location, but the screams and cries echoing through the streets were clearly audible, along with the faint tremors from the ground.

It was like an earthquake.

Immediately afterwards, a massive cloud of smoke, seemingly large enough to cover the entire sky, began to rise.

"The Third Battle of Kwantung has begun."

"...How could it be so much earlier than expected?"

“Who knows?” Mahiro shrugged. “Perhaps the forecasters didn’t take the weather into account, such as strong winds. The already brittle monolith could have crumbled prematurely with just a little wind or force.”

However, that's none of our business anymore.

"Ah."

Kisara simply nodded without saying a word, for there was no need for further explanation.

Kisara then got into his Aston Martin and, with the engine roaring loudly, headed straight for Arcadia.

However, as soon as he entered Arcadia's gates, he found Xia Shizheng waiting for him with a group of children.

Tina and her sisters, Asaka, Enju, Honglu Hida, and even Kohina are all included, some even fully armed.

Seeing him get out of the car, Xia Shi walked over and said expressionlessly, "...Mr. Zhenxun, just half an hour ago, the megalith collapsed."

"Ok, I know."

"Is there anything we need to do?"

Xia Shiwen's question can be said to represent all the children of Arcadia.

"You don't need to do anything, just live your life as usual. Aren't the supplies brought by Wei Zhi enough for Arcadia to use for three or four years?"

"Yes, that's true. With Arcadia's current population, they can hold out for three years, nine months, and twenty-three days."

Xia Shi gave the accurate figures as always, but couldn't help but worry, "But... what about those Gastrea?"

The megalith has collapsed. According to her calculations, the Self-Defense Forces and auxiliary police forces have no chance of withstanding the Gastrea army's attack and will likely be completely defeated in just a few days.

The number might even skyrocket from the initial two thousand to tens of thousands.

Even with high walls blocking the way, Arcadia probably won't last long.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

Shinji patted her head to reassure her, the young commander of Arcadia.

Moreover, since things had already come to this point, Xia Shi naturally wouldn't say anything more and would simply follow Zhen Xun's orders.

But then she spoke again:

"There is one more thing: His Majesty the Holy Emperor has woken up."

"Oh? I didn't expect her to wake up at such a good time."

I originally thought I wouldn't wake up until the Tokyo area was completely destroyed, but I didn't expect to wake up now.

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inside the room.

The Holy Emperor, who had already awoke, sat by the bedside, letting the setting sun shine through the window onto her. Her snow-white face was filled with sorrow, and her eyes were filled with grief, just like a saintess at dusk.

However, the saintess's heart was already filled with disappointment.

Especially when recalling the events that happened before.

Tap, tap—

"Please come in, Mr. Masahiro."

Yotsuba Mahiro pushed open the door and looked at the Holy Emperor with considerable surprise.

"How did you know it was me? Did you awaken some special ability after taking a nap?"

"...How could that be? I was just guessing."

Upon seeing him enter, the Holy Emperor forced a smile, though it looked rather forlorn.

"How did you sleep?"

"Great, it seems... it's been a long time since I've had such a relaxing rest."

The Holy Emperor gazed out the window and murmured to himself, his words filled with a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection).

"Hey, Mr. Mahiro, Mr. Kikunojo... is he... already dead?"

"Huh? How did you know? Did Xia Shi tell you?"

He was taken aback by the Emperor's sudden question.

His itinerary should only be known to Xia Shi, not even to Xiao Chaoxia and Xiao Tina, but Xia Shi is not the kind of child who would reveal his secret to others.

"...No."

The Holy Emperor gently shook his head, his jade-like hand lightly clenched in front of his chest, and explained, "It's just that I have this feeling."

Because the heavy, oppressive feeling of being bound by shackles in my heart has disappeared—a feeling that always existed, no matter when or where...

Therefore, she made this bold guess.

But now that she has received news of Mr. Kikunojo's death, she cannot feel happy at all.

Instead, it became even heavier.

So heavy-hearted that she involuntarily lowered her head, her shoulders trembling, and began to sob softly.

Crystalline tears slowly slid down from the corners of her eyes, dripping onto the back of her hand, shattering like crystal.

"Don't cry."

Mahiro gently patted the girl's back, but the Holy Emperor pounced on her and threw herself into his arms.

Her shoulders trembled more violently, and her sobbing became more pronounced.

With tears welling up in her eyes, she clutched Zhenxun's coat tightly, unwilling to give up.

"...Mr. Mahiro, am I a particularly unsuccessful head of state?"

“During the months when I was not in contact with you, I would put my hand on the Bible every day and night and ask myself what I should do.”

But no matter how hard I try, even after making changes, no matter how much they slander me, I don't care. I clearly want Tokyo to become a better place, but in the end, I'm just an ornament for Tokyo.

The Holy Emperor's words were filled with intense despair.

"Everyone says that as long as Kikunojo is here, that's enough... Someone like me doesn't need him at all...!"

"It's so painful. I just want to live by believing in the goodness of humanity, but everyone is being manipulated by the tide of hatred. Mr. Mahiro... what should I do?"

By the end, the Holy Emperor was in tears, his clothes gradually becoming soaked with tears.

Mahiro continued to pat her back gently, and whispered in her ear: