I'm in a crossover anime world, and I've been transported to Hogwarts twice.

Amidst the ruins, only the night wind howls through the broken walls and rubble.

Erica's mind went blank. Her golden eyes, which always shone with wisdom and pride, were now filled with disbelief, shock, and intense struggle.

She clearly felt the absolute will and undeniable possessiveness contained in those words.

This is no joke!

This is an unquestionable trial, or rather, a demand, from the god-slayer!

Her slender body trembled slightly in the moonlight, not from fear, but from the boundary that those words represented, which was about to be completely broken and the unpredictable future.

The dignity of a knight, the modesty of a young girl, and the honor of a family.

Countless thoughts collided fiercely in her mind.

However, when she met Genichi Hanyu's unfathomable, all-consuming black eyes again, all her struggles crumbled in the face of that absolute power and will.

The Brantley family never fears a challenge, nor will they back down from their oaths!

Since you have chosen to submit to the Demon King, you must be prepared to embrace the abyss!

Erica abruptly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling violently like the wings of a dying butterfly.

She took a deep breath, a breath that carried a resolute air.

When she opened her eyes again, all her shyness and hesitation were forcibly suppressed, leaving only a kind of almost sacrificial determination and fervor.

Her voice trembled slightly, yet remained exceptionally clear. She even straightened her body further to meet Genichi Hanyu's gaze as he looked down at her: "Yes, my king!"

"As long as it pleases Your Majesty, Erica has no objections. My body and my soul already belong to you. Please examine them for yourself!"

Her words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up the deepest, most turbulent waves in Genichiro Hanyu's eyes.

He chuckled softly, the sound echoing through the empty ruins, carrying a sense of triumphant control and a dangerous undertone.

The fingers that had been gripping her chin slowly released their pressure, then slid down her graceful neck, carrying a burning heat, finally landing on her chest, which was heaving violently with tension. Through the red fabric, he could feel her frantic heartbeat beneath.

“Very good, Erica.”

Genichi Hanyu's voice became a little hoarse, like a strong, mellow liquor.

“Remember your words, and your loyalty will be proven tonight.”

His tall figure completely enveloped the kneeling girl.

Amidst the ruins, the will of the god-slayer and the sacrifice of the knight are about to compose a new chapter.

Erica closed her eyes, awaiting the unknown moment of judgment, personally initiated by the Demon King she served.

255 The Witch's Vision, Luculazia Zola's Lament

Sardinia, in the secluded villa of the witch Luculaziazola, is now filled with a heaviness and fear far exceeding that brought by any magical ritual.

The warm fireplace flickered, but it couldn't dispel the eerie chill in the room.

The witch, renowned in Sardinia and even the European magic world, was now kneeling on the cold floor, trembling, her forehead pressed against an expensive Italian hand-woven carpet. Her usual languid mystery and worldly wisdom had vanished, leaving only a deep-seated fear.

Genichi Hanyu, the newly born god-slayer, was casually sitting on Lucrezia's favorite velvet sofa, as relaxed as if he were in his own living room.

Erica Brantelli, the Rose Knight with the bronze and black cross, sat sideways on Genichi Hanyu's strong lap in an intimate, claiming-of-ownership posture.

Her slender arms naturally encircled his neck, and a few strands of her long golden hair fell over his shoulders, like a magnificent canary perched on the throne of a demon king.

She tilted her head slightly, a complex emotion in her eyes glancing at the humble, prostrate figure on the ground. She thought to herself, "Lucura Ziazora, the famous Sardinian witch, actually made such a stupid mistake. She really knows how to court death. Doesn't she understand the principle of 'no zuo no die' after living for so long?"

Not long ago, when Genichi Hanyu was carrying Erica, who had just finished her examination and was sore all over but whose eyes were even more burning with loyalty, preparing to leave the ruins of the god-slaying place and enjoy the happy time that belonged to the victor and the newly crowned Demon King, his perception, which was far more sensitive than that of ordinary people, instantly caught a very hidden spying gaze with magical fluctuations.

Those gazes, like invisible spider silk, entwined around him and Erica, carrying a sense of inquiry, shock, and perhaps even a hint of inappropriate covetousness.

For Genichi Hanyu, who had just slain a god, whose power and perception were at their peak, and who was extremely sensitive to offense, this was tantamount to stealing a gold coin right under the nose of a sleeping dragon.

So, following the clues, he almost instantly traversed the distance in space with Erica and arrived directly at the witch's cottage hidden in the mountains.

The crystal ball that Luculazia used to spy on things hadn't even had time to dim yet; the image of Genichi Hanyu carrying Erica away from the ruins still lingered on it.

Genichi Hanyu tapped lightly on the wooden armrest of the sofa with his fingers, the rhythmic "tap, tap" sound like a death knell in the deathly silent room, each tap striking Luculachia's heart heavily.

His deep voice rang out, carrying a nonchalant yet suffocating pressure, like an invisible mountain pressing down on the kneeling witch: "Lucura Ziazora, you really have some nerve."

He leaned forward slightly, and Erica felt the tension in his muscles. Instinctively, she pressed herself closer to his warm chest for protection.

"What? Do you think that because I've only just become a Campione, my foundation is not yet stable, and my senses are dull, you don't need to care about my feelings and can freely spy on my private moments like you would on a lab rat?"

The last question was delivered with a sudden chill in tone, as if the air in the room had frozen.

Luculachia's body trembled violently. She could clearly feel the immense magical power belonging to the Godslayer enveloping the entire room as if it were a tangible force, so heavy that she could hardly breathe.

Cold sweat instantly soaked her back.

"No, I wouldn't dare! Great Demon King, newly born Godslayer!"

Luculazia's voice trembled uncontrollably. She didn't even dare to look up, pressing her forehead tightly against the carpet, as if that would give her a tiny bit of security.

"I... I sensed an unusually powerful fluctuation of divine power and an aura of impending doom on Sardinia. This... this concerns the safety of the island. As the guardian witch of this place, it is my duty to activate my spiritual vision. I have no intention of offending you, nor would I dare to belittle your majesty. Please forgive my ignorance and recklessness!"

She explained incoherently, her usual eloquence and insightful understanding of people's hearts appearing so pale and powerless in the face of absolute power.

She knew that the being before her was a true demon king who had ascended to the top by stepping on the remains of gods; his will was the law, and his joys and sorrows determined life and death.

Her so-called witch tricks, which she was so proud of, were probably nothing more than child's play in the eyes of the other party.

Erica listened to Luculazia's explanation, her inward sneer growing even stronger.

Duty? Sensing divine power? Ha, what a high-sounding reason. Spying on a god-slayer and his knight, especially at that time, is not duty; it's suicide.

She felt the steady heartbeat and the composure of control emanating from Genichi Hanyu's chest, and a strange sense of belonging and superiority welled up within her.

She slightly adjusted her posture, making herself more comfortable and conspicuous in Genichi Hanyu's arms, as if silently declaring to the witch on the ground: Look, this is the correct "position".

Erica made no attempt to plead for Luculazia.

On the one hand, she knew that Genichi Hanyu's will was not to be questioned, and any plea could be seen as an interference with the monarchy; on the other hand, she also harbored a lingering displeasure at the witch's "spying" behavior.

That was not only an offense to Genichi Hanyu, but also an invasion of her private sphere as the "examined" and the "chosen knight".

The Brantley family does not easily show sympathy to those who offend their master or indirectly offend them.

Genichi Hanyu listened quietly to Rukurachia's pleas for mercy, his face expressionless.

He reached out a hand and gently stroked Erica's smooth blonde hair, the gesture intimate, but his eyes coldly scrutinized the kneeling witch.

That silent contrast only intensified Luculazia's despair.

"Duty?"

Genichi Hanyu gave a light snort, tinged with mockery.

"So now you see, Sardinia is safe, Mekal has fallen, and your duty is complete?"

"Yes, yes, thank you for eliminating a huge threat to Sardinia!"

Luculazia quickly responded, her voice filled with the hope of surviving a disaster.

"However, it seems your duty has led you to see things you shouldn't have seen and disturbed a moment you shouldn't have disturbed. Luculaziazora, tell me, does a witch's duty include testing a Campione's patience?"

Luculazia felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her newly glimmer of hope utterly crushed.

Her prostrate body was as stiff as a stone sculpture, and even the trembling had almost stopped, leaving only her heart pounding wildly in her chest, as if it were about to burst out of her chest.

She knew she had crossed the new king's most intolerable line—offense.

An offense against the Demon King's majesty, an invasion of his private sphere.

"me……"

She could no longer utter any words of defense; immense fear gripped her entire being.

She could feel Genichi Hanyu's gaze, like a tangible blade, lingering on her back, as if he were considering how to deal with this clueless little bug.

Time passed by minute by minute, and every second seemed as long as a century.

The crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace, Erica's soft breathing, and Luculazia's own rapid heartbeat formed the only symphony in this deathly silent space.

Cold sweat trickled down her temples, dripping onto the expensive carpet and spreading into dark stains.

Just as Lucrezia's nerves were about to break down, Genichi Hanyu finally spoke again, his voice still devoid of emotion: "Raise your head, witch."

Luculazia felt as if she had been granted a pardon, yet she was also terrified. She trembled and raised her head very slowly.

What came into view was Genichi Hanyu's unfathomable, condescending gaze, and Erica's scrutinizing look in his arms, which carried a hint of pity and perhaps a touch of schadenfreude.

Genichi Hanyu looked at the witch's face, pale with fear yet still exuding a mature charm, and a faint smile curved his lips, devoid of warmth. 330 "Considering your initial intention to protect this place, I can forgive your rudeness this time."

Luculazia's eyes instantly erupted with unbelievable joy and gratitude, and she almost burst into tears.

"But remember, witch, your eyes have seen things you shouldn't have seen. As the price, and to make you remember this lesson forever."

He paused, and the invisible pressure intensified once more. Luculazia's heart leaped into his throat.

"From now on, your spiritual vision will look in the direction I point out; otherwise, I wouldn't mind letting you experience what true blindness feels like."

Genichi Hanyu's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable cruelty.

"Your vision now belongs to me, understand?"

What was taken away was not her life, but the power of the Witch's Eye that she relied on for survival and was proud of!

This terrified her more than death!

Luculazia's face turned deathly pale instantly, and her body swayed, almost collapsing.

But she dared not hesitate for a moment, and with all her might, she bowed her head in the most humble posture: "Yes! Great King! Luculaziazola, I will remember your grace and admonition, and from now on my eyes will only see your will!"

Her voice carried the emptiness of despair and absolute surrender.

Genichi Hanyu seemed satisfied. He stopped looking at the witch on the ground, as if she were now an insignificant decoration.

He gently patted Erica's arm around his neck, his tone returning to its previous languidness: "Let's go, Erica. We can use this witch's house to let you experience whether I am..."

Erica obediently responded, glancing one last time at the distraught witch, a cryptic smile playing on her lips.

She let Genichi Hanyu carry her upstairs, leaving Lucrezia Zora kneeling helplessly on the cold floor, her body trembling violently as if she had just crawled back from the brink of hell.

256 I am a womanizer, but I am not stupid.

The morning sunlight streamed lazily through the clean floor-to-ceiling windows of the Sardinian villa, falling on the dining table covered with a linen tablecloth.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of fresh coffee, the tantalizing scent of toasted bread, and the enticing aroma of fried eggs.

The fear and oppression of last night seemed to fade away with the night, leaving only a superficial peace and tranquility.

Genichi Hanyu slowly walked down the spiral staircase from the second floor.

Downstairs in the restaurant, Luculaziazola had been waiting for a long time.

He was a completely different person from yesterday, who was distraught and kneeling on the ground.

She changed into a well-tailored deep purple velvet dress that accentuated her mature and voluptuous curves. Her long golden hair was styled into a seemingly casual yet exquisite updo, with a few strands falling to the side of her neck, adding a touch of languid charm.

Her face was still somewhat pale, and a lingering trace of fear remained deep in her eyes, but her expression had regained the elegant and composed air that a witch should have, radiating mystery.

Upon seeing Genichi Hanyu appear at the top of the stairs, Luculachia immediately stepped forward, her posture respectful yet not humble, stopping just three steps away from him.

She placed her hands together in front of her and bowed deeply and gracefully, her voice carrying just the right amount of gentleness and reverence: "Good morning, Your Majesty, may the morning light bring you joy."

As she bowed, the neckline of her deep purple dress naturally drooped down, revealing a deep, snow-white cleavage that seemed to devour one's gaze without reservation to Genichi Hanyu.

The full curves gleamed with a delicate sheen in the morning light, exuding a unique allure characteristic of mature women.

This was clearly not an unintentional act, but a carefully designed gesture—both expressing submission and subtly showcasing the tribute.

Sitting at the dining table, Erica Brantelli, now dressed in her sharp knightly attire, was elegantly sipping her coffee.

Seeing this, her golden eyes narrowed slightly, and a subtle, cold smile curved her lips.

Ha, as expected of an old witch who has lived for decades, she recovers so quickly, and her methods are still so direct.

She sneered inwardly but remained silent, observing Genichi Hanyu's reaction with great interest, as if watching a meticulously choreographed drama.

Genichi Hanyu stopped in front of Luculachia.

He did not respond to her greeting immediately, his gaze calmly sweeping over her lowered head before settling on the deliberately exposed, alluring white landscape.

His eyes were deep, like a still, ancient well, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

Just as Luculazia was secretly speculating and even had a faint hope, Genichi Hanyu suddenly moved.

He reached out, his long, slender fingers carrying an irresistible force, and gently lifted Luculachia's chin, forcing her to raise her head and meet his dark eyes that seemed to see through everything.