Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Accident?"

Tomoe Gozen raised her voice, looking at her colleague who was glancing around nervously, her clenched teeth grinding.

"Really! You don't believe me? Go ask..."

Suzuka Gozen quickly and solemnly assured them, and subconsciously looked towards the witness stand, which could directly prove her innocence.

I @#￥##@!

However, as the fox-eared high school girl's gaze fell on the already empty spot, beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and a string of Japanese swear words began to brew in her mind.

"I cleared the game in one life!"

My points!

"My record is broken!"

"You stinking fox, give it back to me!"

At this moment, Tomoe Gozen, unable to contain her anger any longer, picked up a stool and charged toward her former colleague with red eyes.

You bastard, you just wait!

Suzuka Gozen was on the verge of tears, secretly harboring hatred for the source of all evil.

Meanwhile, downstairs, at the udon noodle shop.

With a dull thud from the roof, plaster fell in a flurry.

At the table, a pink-haired, blue-eyed female diner, who was about to enjoy her meal, held her newly broken disposable chopsticks and looked at the udon noodles in front of her, which were covered in a layer of dust, with a gloomy expression.

What's going on upstairs?

"They're probably under renovation."

A gentle voice of comfort came from the side. A young man with black hair and black eyes, who had taken a seat at some point, smiled at her in a friendly manner. His handsome face was full of approachable charm.

"Oh, what bad luck."

The pink-haired, blue-eyed female diner reluctantly put down her disposable chopsticks and painfully pushed away the steaming, fragrant udon noodles.

However, the cheerful girl quickly calmed down and turned her gaze to the bubbling soup pot in the kitchen, and the lumps of udon noodles tumbling inside.

It's okay, there's still plenty of udon inside.

"Boss, another bowl, please!"

The girl raised her hand high and made her request.

Fortunately, the restaurant owner was very helpful. Seeing that the noise was disturbing the diners, he took the initiative to replace the bowl for them free of charge.

This gesture delighted the female diners at the table, who even extended an invitation to the newlyweds who had just entered the restaurant to share a table, and enthusiastically made recommendations.

"Hey buddy, are you here for noodles too? I highly recommend the beef broth udon here. The noodles are smooth and the broth is rich and flavorful. You absolutely have to try a bowl when you come here!"

"And another thing, the curry pork cutlet udon here is also great. Eating it with wakame seaweed, vegetable tempura, and green onions right after it's cooked is simply a treat!"

"..."

The female customer was enthusiastic and had a bright smile. She knew the different types and textures of udon like the back of her hand, clearly a passionate udon lover.

At the enthusiastic recommendation of this local resident, the young man with black hair and black eyes reluctantly agreed and ordered a bowl.

"Boom!"

However, just as the two bowls of noodles were served, a violent shaking came from upstairs again. Before the two could even pick up their chopsticks, another layer of falling wall dust covered their noodles.

……

The female diner's lips twitched slightly, and an unbearable heartache was revealed in her pure blue eyes.

Meanwhile, complaints began to rang out in the store.

The boss hurriedly came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands and apologizing repeatedly.

"Boss, please give me and him another bowl. I'll pay for it anyway."

As she spoke, the female diner gave a gentle smile to her fellow diners at the shared table, then stood up from her seat, revealing two samurai swords at her waist, and turned to walk outside.

"You go ahead with your work, I'll go upstairs and take a look."

However, as the female diner turned around, one of the diners who had been pulled to share the table put down his chopsticks and, taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, quietly slipped through the kitchen and reached the small door on the other side.

"Boom!"

But just as the figure was about to reach the doorway, the upstairs area shook violently, and the entire concrete slab collapsed and fell.

pat...

Amidst the crisp sound of disposable chopsticks hitting the ground, the female diner, who was standing outside the door and about to head upstairs, was struck dumb at the sight of the messy kitchen and the pot of broth and udon noodles buried in cement blocks.

"Archer, stop! Stop! That guy is nearby, I can sense him, I'm not mistaken!"

"Where is he? There's nothing here! Lancer, you're trying to fool me?"

Amidst the thick smoke, two figures entangled together faced off.

"You ruined my udon noodles...and wrecked my favorite shop!"

Meanwhile, the female diner who saw the two people on the cement slab had red eyes, and her voice trembled slightly with extreme anger as she made her accusations.

"You...you've gone too far! You've gone absolutely too far!"

Tomoe Gozen and Suzuka Gozen turned around at the same time upon hearing that familiar voice, their faces filled with astonishment.

What's Saber doing here?

"Wasting all the food when people are hungry is simply unforgivable!"

At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi, one of the Seven Riders of the Shogunate and the Sword Knight, the great swordsman, roared and angrily drew his two swords from his waist to launch a righteous trial against the two villains.

"Namo, O Great Self-Existent Deity of the Heavenly Realm—Two Arhats, Minor Celestial Phenomena—!"

"Four blades, one mind, writing five cycles, one path without emptiness, sword strikes and blades are drawn! Ishana, Great Celestial Phenomenon—!"

In an instant, a majestic four-armed Buddha, in a fierce and wrathful posture, emerged from behind Miyamoto Musashi, wielding the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind with overwhelming force, and unleashed his divine might upon the two criminals who had not cherished food.

Rumble——!

The thunderous explosion reverberated for miles around, and dust billowed throughout the streets. Citizens and fallen heroes, suffering undeserved calamities, cursed the unknown culprits as they fled in disarray, away from the battlefield where swords clashed and shadows flew.

"Ah!"

Meanwhile, on the subway heading to Shinjuku, a handsome guy with black hair and black eyes sitting in a corner sneezed loudly.

Stop yelling, stop yelling! This really has nothing to do with me, I'm innocent too...

Samael rubbed his itchy nose, trying to clear his name.

However, as explosive news flashed across the screen, the wicked snake suddenly fell silent.

"Shocking! Three high-ranking officials from the Shogunate are fighting fiercely in the main street!"

"Breaking news, the cause is suspected to be related to a man who was present at the scene!"

"Terrible! The three knights are actually going to have a full-blown duel over a boyfriend!"

"..."

As he scrolled down the screen, messages flashed before his eyes, and Samael felt numb all over, his heart filled with resentment.

Why is it all just about having a cup of tea, conducting an experiment, and incidentally calming down the crane that wants to repay a debt of gratitude? Why is it suddenly like stirring up a hornet's nest?

Suzuka Gozen, the Knight of the Spear; Tomoe Gozen, the Knight of the Bow; Miyamoto Musashi, the Knight of the Sword...

Along the way, he offended almost all of the shogunate's forces stationed in Shinjuku.

So, Miss Atong, are you repaying a debt of gratitude or seeking revenge?

It's even more terrifying than a weapon based on causality!

Samael, who also suffered an undeserved misfortune and was now burdened with a mountain of lawsuits, was devastated by his current predicament.

Fortunately, since the Tokyo Holy Grail War, the new humans here are all hosts of Holy Grail fragments, making them incredibly resilient.

The three combatants were still holding back, so there was no large-scale bloodshed or casualties.

Secondly, when I go out, I tend to disguise myself with some kind of cognitive ambiguity or mental interference in order to prepare for unforeseen circumstances.

Therefore, those unscrupulous media outlets that fabricated stories about him and the three Shogunate knights were only after traffic; they had no information or details about his appearance whatsoever.

In the short term, I don't need to worry about those three Shogunate Knights. After calming down, I can ambush them at the Golden Deer Bar and gang up on them.

However, just to be on the safe side, let's go to Shinjuku next door to lay low for a while first.

Coincidentally, there are some things I need to check on the way.

Samael made up his mind, then closed his phone, leaned back in his seat, rubbing his slightly sore temples, his eyes flickering with a deep, unsettling light.

There were some gains in this unexpected farce.

At least now we can be certain that although the Seven Riders of the Shogunate are "corrupted" at night, retaining their instincts but losing their minds, they return to normal during the day, and their speech, behavior, and thinking are no different from ordinary people.

Is it because of the day-night cycle again?

Samael muttered to himself, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

"Why are you here?"

Just as the ancient snake was pondering to itself, a surprised question came from among the passengers entering the car.

Samael looked up at the sound and spotted Eriyo in the crowd, carrying a guitar bag and dressed in a blue and white casual outfit.

And by her side was her inseparable best friend, Hana Rin.

Behind the two, the serene and composed demon woman, Momiji, dressed in a kimono, remained as silent as ever.

"Hey, we meet again, handsome big brother!"

As soon as they met, Hua Lin, her eyes sparkling, came up to him and excitedly sat down next to him, extending her fair little hand with a seductive yet mysterious air as she spoke.

"How about it, how about moving in with me? My house is quite big, and I even have a giant dancing dinosaur living there!"

At this moment, Momiji, the demon girl who was watching her master from the corner, stumbled and almost fell to the ground. An unnatural blush rose on her elegant and calm face.

"boom!"

However, before Samael could speak, a swift and precise chop landed on his friend's head.

"Stop swooning in public!"

Eriyo, feeling deeply ashamed, was so angry at her friend's appalling performance that she ground her teeth in frustration.

"But he's so handsome..."

A certain ultimate aesthetics enthusiast, holding his head, muttered dejectedly.

Eri rolled her eyes, ignoring the other person's nagging, and turned to look at Samael in front of her. After hesitating for a moment, she asked with a soft hum.

"What's wrong? You haven't found a job?"

"No, I currently work at the Golden Deer Bar."

Samael shook his head and chuckled in response.

Eri looked suspicious, clearly not believing it.

"Really? Then why didn't you go to work and instead took this bus?"

"I went out this time to pick up some goods in Shinjuku. You won't believe me."

Samael casually pulled out the delivery list that Matahari had given him from his pocket and showed it to his former landlord.

Only after seeing the concrete evidence did Eriyo feel relieved.

"That's good."

Although her tone seemed casual, a clear sense of relief appeared on her small face.

"Huh? Shinjuku? We're going that way!"

Upon hearing Samael's mention of their destination, Hana Rin's eyes lit up. She leaned closer, rehearsing her seductive lines, her desire to abduct him still burning.

"Handsome guy, this is my house..."

"Just enough is enough!"

Finally, Eriyo, unable to bear it any longer, activated her Musou mode and began to furiously pound on that infatuated head.