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"Please, Your Highness."

"..."

The Holy Emperor gave him a slight glare, hesitated for a moment, then, with a faint blush on his fair face, silently grasped the hand that Zhenxun had extended.

The first thing that catches the eye is a blue sky. Because the semi-circular roof is made of transparent hexagonal reinforced glass, it gives people the illusion of stretching out infinitely.

The other side has basically the same configuration as them.

Aside from a burly man who looked like a bodyguard standing to one side of the sofa, there was only one other man with a thick beard sitting there.

A moment later, the man who noticed the noise stood up from the sofa and turned to look in their direction.

"Nice to meet you, Your Majesty the Holy Emperor."

With his slicked-back hair, thick beard, pot-bellied figure, and wearing a pair of British gentleman's glasses and a light black suit, he gave off an incongruous and mismatched impression.

This guy, who looks like a reformed bandit, is none other than Emperor Wu Xuanzong of Qi.

But perhaps noticing Mahiro's presence, he paused slightly before looking over.

"If I'm not mistaken, the person next to me should be the famous Yotsuba Mahiro from the Tokyo area, right?"

Am I already that famous?

He subtly turned his head and exchanged a glance with the Holy Emperor.

But the Holy Emperor shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

Moreover, the man's gaze was a little too intense, making Mahiro feel somewhat uncomfortable and even giving him the urge to slap him to death.

However, what bothered him even more was what the other person said next.

"It's good that you're here too, so I don't have to go to you to discuss it."

"Looking for me?" Shinji's eyebrows were already furrowed into a V-shape. If he remembered correctly, this was the first time he had met this guy, and they had no interaction whatsoever.

However, Emperor Xuanzong of Qi chuckled and said:

"It's nothing serious. I just hope you can move Arcadia, who is sheltering the cursed child, to the Osaka region, and then you can join my ranks. How about that?"

A weak and powerless place like Tokyo is no place where you can fully utilize your talents. How about we join forces in the Osaka area instead?

With your strength and my abilities, plus the army composed of these cursed children, we can absolutely make the whole world submit to us!

Qi Wuxuanzong's eyes revealed a hint of fanaticism, and even his tone became a bit more arrogant.

However, the Holy Emperor's brows furrowed slightly.

She never expected that the first thing Qi Wu Xuanzong did upon arriving here for talks would be to poach talent.

What surprised her even more was that, according to the other party, Mr. Shinji had established a sanctuary for the cursed child?

but....

"President Qi Wu, please retract your arrogant words." The Holy Emperor spoke solemnly: "We in the Tokyo area will not allow such an idea of ​​ruling the world by violence."

"Ah..."

Qi Wu Xuanzong sneered twice, slowly stood up, and looked down at the Holy Emperor.

"Your Majesty, you are indeed a short-sighted woman. You have never even considered how the world should be divided after the Gastrea are driven out! We, Japan, as the country that recovered the fastest from the Gastrea War, naturally have the right to become the world leader!"

Japan should take this as its goal; this is a great vision that takes the big picture into account!

I will do everything in my power to eliminate those who hinder me, those who are incompetent, and those who do not obey me!

A look of madness flashed in Qi Wu Xuanzong's eyes, and he waved his arms with white foam at the corners of his mouth, as if he had already envisioned a future as a hegemon above all others.

Then, he looked at Mahiro and asked again:

"Now that you've heard my plans, what's your answer, Yotsuba Mahiro?"

"That's an interesting point... but I refuse!"

"It's true," Makoto said coldly.

This man not only wanted to get something for nothing without mentioning the cost, but the real problem is how he even knew about Arcadia.

After all, what he did was relatively secretive, known to only a handful of people. Sima Weizhi had also instructed him not to reveal it to anyone else, and the place he chose was the Thirty-Ninth District, where no one could possibly come.

But now, this man he was meeting for the first time knew very well about him.

Could it be that someone on Sima Weizhi's side leaked the information?

Out of habit, Makoto activated his Spirit Eyes and analyzed the information about the man in front of him.

But he discovered something unexpected.

'What is that?'

He "saw" that Qi Wuxuanzong had a strange tattoo on his right chest, with five wings drawn on it.

He vaguely remembered the design; the group that summoned Scorpio to destroy the Tokyo area had the same tattoo.

I think it was called something like the Five Flying Association...

In an instant, he seemed to understand something.

Upon hearing his reply, the Holy Emperor breathed a slight sigh of relief, and her hands, which had been tightly gripping her lace gloves, gradually loosened their grip, her face turning somewhat ashen.

Shinji caught a glimpse of this scene and couldn't help but think to himself, "What do you mean?"

Hey, are you kidding me, Your Majesty? This is just an appetizer to cover the main course.

However, he still chose to fan the flames further, so he added:

"Oh, right, there's something I forgot to tell you. This isn't a mental hospital. If you have mental health issues, please go to a hospital in one of Tokyo's three wards."

I never expected to encounter a madman who wants to rule the world in this day and age.

Actually, ruling the world is not a problem, but the prerequisite is to have the corresponding ability, which is obviously not the case for this man named Qi Wu Xuanzong.

If the Holy Emperor is an idealist, then this man is simply a delusional patient, and the kind who should be drowned in a cesspool!

"W-what did you say?!"

Qi Wu Xuanzong was so angry by his words that his face turned ashen. His large hands almost crushed the wooden armrest of the sofa, and a barely perceptible killing intent flashed in his eyes!

"He's just a lowly policeman, how dare he speak to Lord Qi Wu like that!"

Tendo Style Fighting Technique, Type 1, Eighth Form—

Fireworks fan!

Shinji used his palm instead of his fist, and a crisp echo reverberated throughout the room.

Qi Wuxuanzong's subordinate, the one who had just spoken rudely, was seen flying backward.

Even Qi Wu Xuanzong didn't see what just happened; he only knew that a gust of wind blew past him and his guards were sent flying.

"Mr. Qi Wuzongxuan, please keep your subordinates in check, otherwise next time it won't be as simple as a slap."

Shinji wiped the hand he had just used to slap that person away and said calmly.

They completely disregarded what the Holy Emperor had said earlier, leaving it to the Mariana Trench, without any regard for the diplomatic conflict it would cause.

Strangely, this time the Holy Emperor showed no reaction or panic.

She simply sat there calmly, quietly placing her hands in front of her dress and straightening her back.

"President Qi Wu, may we get down to business now?"

Qi Wu clicked his tongue, completely ignoring the state of his subordinate who had been slapped away, and waved his hand, saying, "Let's begin."

You've made progress, young lady.

He glanced with slight surprise at the Holy Emperor, who was formally beginning a detailed discussion with Emperor Qi Wuxuan.

Two hours later,

The first informal meeting has concluded.

The only decent outcome of the talks was that both sides understood from the moment they entered the room that the Holy Emperor and Emperor Xuanzong of Qi were irreconcilable enemies.

Chapter 82 This is proof of my feelings

As we got into the Lincoln for the return trip, the surroundings were already shrouded in a thick night.

No one knows what happened last night, but Yeonjoo, who was dozing off during the day, is now sleeping on his lap again.

There was absolutely no sign of any guards.

On the contrary, Xiao Chaoxia was quite conscientious. She still held her long sword and sat near the car door, constantly observing the scenery outside the window to prevent any accidents from happening.

The emperor, who should have breathed a sigh of relief after the meeting, now had his eyes filled with worry.

The so-called talks were nothing more than a unilateral declaration of war by Qi Wuzong Xuan.

He said he wanted to become the sole ruler of Japan, and no one could stand in his way.

An idealistic and virtuous emperor encountered the selfish and ambitious Qi Wuzongxuan, so the talks naturally could not continue and ended unhappily.

So much so that on the way back, the Holy Emperor still maintained the elegant posture of placing his hands folded on his knees, looking out at the darkness with a melancholy expression.

"Don't be so sad. Overall, you won this meeting."

The Holy Emperor responded to his comforting words and slowly shifted his gaze.

"I'm not sad..."

He paused for a moment before continuing, "However, perhaps there's one reason... It's probably because I've always silently believed that as long as you treat people sincerely, you'll gain their understanding, and that's precisely why I feel even more disappointed."

"But I'm still quite glad, especially to hear that you, Mr. Zhenxun, were able to decline President Qi Wu's invitation."

"Ha, what's there to be glad about? Do you think I'm some kind of idiot sitting at the same table with a madman who can't even see himself?" Zhenxun looked out the window and sneered disdainfully, "In the end, Qi Wu Xuanzong's fate was nothing more than self-destruction."

"I know."

The Holy Emperor lowered his head slightly, opened the car refrigerator beside him, took out three cups and a bottle of peach juice, poured them in, and then distributed them to them.

Holding her champagne glass, she said softly, "However, I sense that you, Mr. Mahiro, have an excessive dislike, even hostility, towards the people of the Tokyo area."

"I don't quite understand why you hold such deep prejudices against the people here. In your eyes, are the people of Tokyo so unforgivable?"

"Please don't ask me such dark questions, Your Majesty," Mahiro said bluntly.

"...?"

Upon hearing this blunt statement, the Holy Emperor was stunned.

Where is the darkness in her question?

"Gang rape, rape, humiliation, abuse, murder, and so on—how many of these things do you think I've encountered in the year I've been in the Tokyo area? No fewer than dozens, and all of them were directed at children."

Zhenxun spoke slowly, as if reciting a familiar story.

"And I witnessed it with my own eyes."

In other words, how much more is happening in the corners I haven't seen? It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it's happening every single day, every minute of every day!

Do you think there's any value in forgiving these CS players who are just pretending to be human, living in a place like this?

Xiao Chaoxia, who was on guard, heard his words and slightly tightened her grip on the katana in her arms.

What Masahiro-sama said is absolutely right. She was one of those who were beaten and bullied every day. If she hadn't met Masahiro-sama, she might have died in some deserted alleyway long ago.

And all of this, the Holy Emperor who has always claimed to want to grant them human rights, has remained deaf to!

hypocritical!

“How could this be... The police inspector has never received so many cases before, and I have never even heard of them.”

The Holy Emperor seemed to sense the hostile gaze from Mibu Asaka, but she was even more surprised by Mahiro's words.

Despite Superintendent General Masashi Kaname never mentioning these matters in his reports, he only reported that many people had gone missing in the Tokyo area that year...

“Your Majesty, your inner self is indeed as pure and immaculate as your outward appearance,” Zhenxun remarked. “I suggest that the first thing you do when you get back is to fire all these people, or rather, just kill them outright.”

Although he knew very well that the Holy Emperor would not do such a thing.

Just as he had guessed, the Holy Emperor fell silent.

However, the silence was short-lived. Soon she raised her head and looked over with a firm gaze.