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

However, beneath this purity lies a chilling, sharp aura, like an unsharpened, deadly weapon.

"jingle."

A very faint, almost imperceptible ringing sound, as if from the depths of her soul, rang in her consciousness. It was not a physical sound, but a signal that some kind of contract or imprint had been triggered.

Hui Na's fingers, which were playing with the stream, paused slightly.

Her elfin smile remained unchanged, even becoming more radiant. However, a glint of sharp light, like a hawk locking onto its prey, flashed in the depths of her clear eyes.

"Oh?"

She tilted her head and uttered a questioning syllable with a touch of naivety, as if she had just heard something interesting.

She slowly stood up, water droplets sliding down her fair calves.

Her gaze fell upon a long, jet-black sword lying quietly on the grass by the stream.

The sword is simple and unadorned, neither gold nor stone, as if it were formed from the deepest darkness of night, and the hilt is wrapped with ancient, faded strips of cloth.

Near the hilt of the sword, three ancient seal characters can be faintly seen – Tenshouyun!

This is the very artifact that Susanoo bestowed upon her before his descent!

It contains terrifying power to sever the eight-headed demon and symbolize the authority of the God of War!

However, at this moment, the aura of the ancient god who bestowed the divine sword upon her had completely dissipated into the world, and he was personally ended by the newly born demon king!

Ena walked to the side of the Kusanagi Sword, stretched out her fair, almost transparent hand, and gently stroked the cold, black blade.

Her movements were gentle and devout, like caressing a lover's cheek.

But her eyes held an almost fanatical excitement and fighting spirit that was completely at odds with her appearance!

"Grandpa got killed."

Her voice remained ethereal and melodious, as if she were talking about something trivial.

"It's really amazing."

Her slender fingers suddenly gripped the hilt of the sword wrapped in strips of cloth!

Om-!

A terrifying sword intent, sharp and unparalleled, seemingly capable of severing all worldly constraints, erupted from her petite body in an instant!

The surrounding air hissed as if being cut, and a deep crack silently appeared in the bluestone beneath our feet! The stream seemed to freeze for a moment!

Her elfin smile remained pure, but now it was mixed with a chilling sharpness and anticipation, like a drawn blade!

"So."

Ena effortlessly lifted the heavy Ama-no-Murakumo sword with one hand and carried it on her petite shoulder, the movement possessing a strange and contrasting beauty.

"Let's go and meet that god-slayer!"

Before she finished speaking, her figure had already transformed into a purple streak of light, carrying a sharp momentum that could cut through the mountain wind, and sped off towards Tokyo!

The tranquility of the mountains and forests was completely shattered, leaving only the cracked bluestone and the lingering aftershocks of sword intent.

A quiet room in an ancient shrine in Tokyo.

The air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

Yuri Mariya knelt on the clean tatami mat, performing her daily spiritual practice.

She was dressed in a neat shrine maiden outfit, her chestnut-colored long hair tied up with white sandalwood, revealing her slender, fair neck.

Her face was delicate and beautiful, and her temperament was gentle, like the softest sunlight in spring, carrying a calming power that could soothe the soul.

However, this tranquility was instantly shattered by a cold and abrupt electronic notification sound.

Yuri's long eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.

Those eyes, as pure as amethyst, held a hint of bewilderment at being disturbed.

She looked toward the door of the quiet room, where a middle-aged man in the uniform of the History Compilation Committee, with an extremely ugly face, was holding a tablet computer that was flashing with a dim light in both hands, as if he were holding a red-hot branding iron, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Miss Wanli Valley".

The man's voice was dry and tense, filled with undisguised fear, "The highest order from that one, a conscription order!"

"A conscription order?"

Yuri Mariya paused slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in her clear eyes.

The thought of being referred to as "that person" with such fear by the committee members instantly gave her a sense of foreboding.

When her slender fingers touched the tablet screen and she saw the cold electronic document bearing the dark gold insignia of a god-slayer and the signature "Hanyu Genichi"—

Boom—!! ! ! Lu I Qi;(yi ren er ba si ba[

It was as if an invisible thunderclap had exploded in my mind!

Mariya Yuri's delicate and beautiful face instantly lost all color, turning as pale as paper!

It was as if all life force had been instantly drained!

Her body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, as if she were enduring unimaginable pain!

The pure light in those eyes was instantly overwhelmed by boundless fear; the pupils contracted sharply, as if they were witnessing the most terrifying nightmare in the world!

No, don't.

A faint, almost inaudible groan escaped from her pale lips.

Her breathing became extremely rapid, her chest heaving violently, and her slender fingers gripped the hem of her shrine maiden's robes tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force!

Genichi Hanyu!

This name was like the key that opened Pandora's box, instantly dragging her back to the darkest and most painful abyss she desperately wanted to forget, yet which clung to her like a leech!

The shattered images, the shrill screams, the icy touch, and the terrifying eyes of the Demon King that seemed to devour souls surged over her like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing her!

That was a forbidden past that she didn't want to recall or dare to touch!

It's a scar deep in her soul that can never heal!

"What does that king want me to do?"

Yuri Mariya's voice trembled violently, filled with desperate pleading, as if she were grasping at the last straw.

However, instead of an answer, she received a cold rebuke as sharp as an ice pick!

"presumptuous!"

The middle-aged man at the door had a livid face and interrupted her sharply, his voice filled with extreme fear of the demon king and anger at Yuri's ignorance!

"Do whatever that king tells you to do, immediately!"

"This is not a request, it is an order, it is an absolute and unquestionable will!"

"Put away your useless fears and questions. Your thoughts and feelings are nothing but dust before that king!"

The man's voice was shrill with excitement and fear; he almost roared, "Remember, that king was the most ferocious and evil demon king in history who, in just a few days, killed four disobedient gods!"

"His will is the law of nature, his command is destiny!"

"If you don't want to bring utter destruction to your (Haohao Zhao's) family and all the people you cherish, then pack your things immediately and get to the designated location as quickly as possible!"

"Otherwise, no one can save you, and no one can save anyone else!"

His final words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Yuri Mariya's body suddenly went limp, as if she had lost all support, and she collapsed helplessly onto the cold tatami mat.

She curled up like a frightened little animal, trembling silently. Tears, like broken pearls, flowed uncontrollably from her purple eyes, which were filled with fear and despair, soaking the mat beneath her.

She got it.

She had no choice.

Before that demon king who had brought calamities to the world and killed four gods, she, a mere priestess, didn't even have the right to express fear.

The conscription order, like an invisible noose, had already tightened around her throat.

She could only face that unknown, yet destined-to-be-dark fate with a deep-seated fear and a shattered soul.

The most ferocious demon king, like the Sword of Damocles hanging over the entire Cherry Blossom Kingdom, awaits to claim his spoils and prey.

276. Kiyoakiin Ena's instant surrender

In the headquarters of the Official History Compilation Committee, in the luxurious reception room on the top floor, which had been temporarily requisitioned and symbolized supreme power, the air seemed to solidify into a heavy block of lead.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows lies the bustling yet oppressive night view of Tokyo; inside, there is a suffocating silence and an invisible pressure.

Genichi Hanyu sat casually on the sofa in the main seat, his posture languid, yet he resembled a god or demon enthroned on a throne.

Erica Brantri stood like the most loyal statue, slightly behind him, her crimson knightly attire appearing solemn and imposing even in the soft light.

In the center of the room, two figures formed a stark contrast.

Kiyoshuuin Ena, the girl carrying the jet-black Kusanagi sword, stood there boldly, like the most untamed wind in the mountains.

She still wore that pure, innocent smile, her long, black hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes clear and bright, staring directly at Genichi Hanyu on the sofa without the slightest fear, even with an undisguised curiosity and inquiry.

The ominous Kusanagi sword was casually planted on the ground by her, its tip embedded in the expensive carpet, as if it were just an ordinary wooden stick she carried with her.

Standing beside her, Yuri Mariya resembled a fledgling bird trembling in a storm.

Her petite body trembled violently uncontrollably, and beneath her pale golden hair, her delicate and beautiful face was deathly pale, like a fragile piece of porcelain.

She lowered her head, her long eyelashes fluttering violently like the wings of a startled butterfly, and bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled.

Those eyes, once as pure as amethyst, were now filled with boundless fear and tears of despair. Her gaze was fixed on her toes, as if she wanted to shrink into the ground, not daring to look even once at the terrifying figure.

Every slight tremor revealed the deep-seated fear she felt for Genichi Hanyu, a fear stemming from some unbearable past and a nightmare etched into her very bones.

Genichi Hanyu's gaze, like a cold searchlight, slowly swept over the two of them.

He showed no emotional fluctuation whatsoever regarding Yuri Mariya's near-collapse state of fear, as if it were merely an insignificant background noise.

His gaze finally settled firmly on Ena Kiyoshuin's face, which wore a pure smile.

"Seishuin Ena".

Genichi Hanyu's voice wasn't loud, but it was like the friction of cold metal, clearly piercing through the deathly silence of the room.

Hui Na's smile remained unchanged, even becoming brighter, as she replied crisply, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

Genichi Hanyu ignored her almost naive response.

He slowly sat up straight, and a point of pure, golden light suddenly shone in his deep, cold eyes, as if it could pierce through all illusions!

The power usurped from one of the ten incarnations of the victorious war god Vereslana—the boy—is thus unleashed!

This authority is not a direct fighting force, but rather it can force the opponent into a "pure" state, making it impossible for them to hide their true thoughts or weave lies in front of it!

Every question will receive the most essential and truthful answer!

The moment the power was activated, Kiyoshuin Ena's clear eyes suddenly lost focus!

For the first time, the elfin smile on her face froze, as if an invisible force had forcibly stripped away all pretense and distractions, leaving only her most primal soul nakedly exposed to the gaze of judgment!

Genichi Hanyu's voice was like a divine decree, carrying an unquestionable and domineering will. Every word was like a heavy hammer, striking Ena's soul, which was locked by the boy's authority: "Are you willing to pledge your allegiance to me?"

"Are you willing to give me everything you have—your life, your strength, your will, your soul—without reservation?"

"answer me!"

An invisible force of law surged within the room! Genichi Hanyu's question, imbued with the absolute power of youthful authority, acted like the sharpest carving knife, directly striking Ena's core soul!

In this state, she cannot avoid it, cannot think about it, and cannot weigh the pros and cons!

She can only follow the deepest, purest, and most instinctive desires of her soul to give the only, unquestionable truth!

Kiyoshuin Ena's body jolted violently!

In her unfocused eyes, the golden light illuminated by the boy's authority suddenly burst forth with an unprecedented, scorching brilliance, like molten lava!

That wasn't the confusion of being controlled, but the ultimate excitement of having a certain fanatical flame ignited deep within the soul!

"Om-!"

The Kusanagi sword she was standing on the ground emitted a deep hum, as if responding to its master's boiling will at this moment!

In that suffocating silence, under the overwhelming, real, absolute domain of the boy's power, Kiyoakiin Ena raised her head, her stiff smile instantly transforming into a breathtaking, radiant smile—a mixture of pure fighting spirit, absolute worship, and a sacrificial fervor! Her voice was no longer ethereal, but carried a volcanic intensity and resolve, resounding throughout the room: "Yes!!!"

The answer was resolute and without hesitation! It was as if it had been shouted a thousand times in the depths of her soul!