Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Despite her strong reluctance to admit defeat to the Demon King, Eri couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that he also has some kind of evil spirit attached to him?"

“I just don’t want him to become a victim of the ‘revolution’ again, especially since it wasn’t a revolution at all.”

Silver-haired Erise raised her eyes as Louis's figure quickly receded into the distance. "The reason for the birth of the Avengers is justified, but the goal of revenge is wrong."

Meanwhile, Louis XVII ran while contorting his expression.

"Can I still survive?"

In the end, Louis recalled his prayer to God before he died, even though God did not exist anywhere, only meaningless images of church saints were there.

"--Is that so? Gods can only exist in our imagination."

He suddenly remembered the definition of God.

It possesses love, great power, kindness, and boundless gentleness, yet ultimately it is all nothingness—

In any case, the humans who brought themselves some salvation died long ago in the past.

"If I were a real god, even a little angel would be fine."

Once upon a time, she murmured, "More like the mother of God than the real God."

"That way, Ciel, you can escape."

……

The next day, it rained again outside the city.

For some reason, it's been raining so much lately at Kuonji Temple, something that's rarely seen before.

"...Is anyone there?"

Amidst the torrential rain, the gushing magic caught the attention of Kuonji Yuzu, who frowned as she watched the magic unfold in the rain.

The heavy, oppressive air seemed to choke one's throat. Thick, dark clouds loomed overhead, making it almost impossible to see any light, with only countless blurry spots reflecting the desolate, seemingly inverted landscape.

"No, it's a Noble Phantasm!"

The instant Ayumu realized this, a visible shockwave surged forth, tearing the falling raindrops in two and easily ripping open a large curtain of rain, revealing the radiance of the Noble Phantasm standing tall in the darkness, swaying in the light.

Louis XVII's Noble Phantasm, Death Redemption in the Mire Prison, can completely isolate the target from the outside world on both physical and magical levels. As long as a human is caught within the range of this Noble Phantasm's effect, it will be impossible to ask for help from the outside world, just like he himself.

Therefore, even the familiars of the pearl were unable to rescue their master in time.

"The plan was a success."

The leatherworker's shadow was like that of an Asura.

"Yes."

During the conversation, the leatherworker picked up his needle and thread. He wanted to keep the unconscious Kuonji Yuju alive, to process her while she was still alive, hammering brass rivets into her body, then carefully tanning it with chromium sulfate, and then sewing them together with needle and thread, so that she would know how painful it was to live in this world.

However, just as the leatherworker was about to hammer in the brass nail, the unconscious Kuonji Yuju suddenly woke up.

"how come!"

A spiral-shaped magical power appeared in one of Kuonji Yuju's hands.

It's less like magic and more like the divine power of the deity itself.

Within the space of this treasure, the magic that should have been under Louis's control was tightly united and rushed directly toward Louis and the leatherworker.

Its power and precision far exceeded the two men's expectations.

In their desperation, the defensive and offensive magic spells they unleashed together were all deflected, and the two who were knocked away crashed into the prison wall.

Only then did they realize that Kuonji Yuju's hair had turned silver at some point.

"Long time no see, gentlemen. We've caught you red-handed."

Since yesterday, Novia has been paying special attention to the two's whereabouts. Today, she discovered that they had secretly come to the outskirts of the city. Without even thinking, she knew what they were up to, so she left Eri's body and came to Arisu's body to avoid any unforeseen circumstances.

"you--"

Before the leatherworker could finish speaking, the space of Louis's Noble Phantasm trembled violently in the next instant.

"These are not PLOYs."

Kuonji Yuju explained, "It's something else... it's an aura similar to that of Yoruichi Yukinobu."

Novia naturally understood that this was a shock from the gods.

The Night Raiders? Ōkuninushi? Kunitsu-gami… could it have been Eri-se who did it?

Although Erise is currently unaware that she is a descendant of Izanami, her bloodline is still quite evident. Furthermore, given that they are currently in a desolate area surrounded by the sea outside the city, coupled with the 'aura similar to that of Ōkuninushi' mentioned by Ari, it's inevitable that Novia would think of something Erise might master in the future—

The Heavenly Rama Ship.

This Rama is not the Rama of India. He is the young Ōhiko, who, along with Ōkuninushi, founded the country and arrived in the present world after parting the turbulent waves of the eternal world, rode on a ship made of milkweed fruit (dried pods), also known as the Empty Ship.

The torrential rain continued outside the range of the Noble Phantasm, and the damp wind was washing over the bodies of the PLOYs who were panicked because their master was missing. However, at this moment, they were all confused.

What happened again?

What exactly is it—

In an instant beyond comprehension, from the direction of the Izumo region of old Japan, an enormous ship traversed the rising sea level, crossed the wasteland where humans could hardly survive, and rushed straight towards this place like a meteor, following a 'magic bullet', slamming hard into Louis's Noble Phantasm barrier.

The ship is so big that it feels more like a small city not far away than a ship.

Within seconds, the entire ship began to rock violently.

A girl with pink hair and a golden horn on her forehead emerged from the boat, her body soaked and seemingly falling apart. Her hand trembled as she reached out.

This person was Frankenstein, who was bored in London and wanted to travel to other cities via underground routes, but was ambushed along the way.

"This...is Akihabara?"

At the same time, in her other hand she was holding Erise, who was unconscious but frantically spitting out white foam.

However, for Fran, who was prone to yelling, she could at least manage to translate what the unknown dark-haired girl meant—

You bastard, you Egg Demon King, die! I've only been here a few days and you've already been secretly hanging out with Miss Kuonji. What are you planning to do outside the city?! I hate guys like you the most! I never want to see you again! Die, die, die, die! I hate you so much…

Fran gave a subtle look.

Oh dear, it's a romantic entanglement. But this child... I'm afraid... are the rules in Japan now even allowing children this age? Or is it...?

"No matter what, cheating on two people is still such a scumbag. Fran feels very unfortunate. Sigh, how could he do that?"

She whispered this.

Fran, who had walked to the bow of the ship, activated the water purification system that Babbage had added to him.

She twisted the corner of her forehead as the water from her body dispersed in all directions.

Huh? This is……

I had a feeling that something was blocking the ship's path, and there was something strange ahead of it.

Although I can't express it in words right now, I have a feeling that stirs my heart.

Suddenly, Fran had this thought again.

Dad, I really wish you could contact me now, since you're in a London prison. I want you to see that moment when Grandpa might actually appear. Wait, what if this child is actually talking about Grandpa...?

That's a different story, Fran's eyes seemed to say.

However, Fran also vaguely recalled two women who were very 'close' to his grandfather: one with black hair and the other with blonde hair. He didn't know what hair Kuonji had, but this one had black hair.

"Ah, I remember now, since it's black hair..."

Fran smiled shyly, looking at Eri, whom he had just lifted up.

"Yes, that's right, you must be that rain god or something."

Chapter 487 Yuzhu: You may be a demon king, but you're an idiot.

This morning, Eri walked out of the old human lecture hall in Akihabara.

The morning breeze in Akihabara carries the salty scent of the sea, mixed with the aroma of synthetic matcha wafting from vending machines along the street.

She had been in Akihabara for about four months. Having made a deal with the demon king on her body, she had naturally worked hard to earn her credits, which earned her the privilege of attending the lecture hall once a month.

Walking down the streets of Akihabara, little Eri felt dizzy from the clothes worn by the people around her.

The crowds in the tourist city of Akihabara were either wearing very short swimsuits or revealing casual clothes, which made Erise, who was wearing a black leather jacket over her casual clothes, feel too heavy. After all, not long ago, Shinjuku, where she was, was a place dominated by the Taisho style.

……No.

Eri changed her mind.

Akihabara is, after all, a coastal city, not a nostalgic one, so some differences are normal. In fact, in a more populated area, this is quite natural, even though the two places are only about a 20-minute train ride apart.

The girl pondered earnestly, her feet moving forward as she gazed at the city she protected as a night watchman.

Why is the Demon King so quiet today?

While he can be well-behaved at times, he's usually the most disruptive student in class, constantly babbling on about various subjects, as if he thinks he's some kind of great teacher? However, it's a fact that his tutoring has managed to get him a decent number of credits...

Erise secretly wondered, could it be that she was afraid after learning that she had become stronger? Is that why she had been silent for so long?

As she thought of this, the architecture of the Kuonji Western-style mansion came into view.

"Those who can't keep up with me, if they wallow in self-pity like this, it's only in line with your image as the Demon King."

Then, Eri pushed open the door with a mischievous smile. "After all, being too weak is a mistake. There's nothing I can do about it. I can accept it. Hmm, after thinking about it, it's not a bad idea to let you use my body to try out the Magic Bullet Shooter. You can also use this to understand your own shortcomings and those of other stories. Try your best."

It's unclear whether Eri didn't completely hide the joy in her voice, or if she never intended to.

Unfortunately, the sound she wanted still didn't come.

Why aren't they coming out yet? They could at least say a few words...

In Eri's view, it doesn't matter if the Demon King wants to fight with her, because the most unbearable thing is not being able to see the person you want to see.

At this moment, she didn't know what to say, so she could only obediently lower her eyes, lying limply on the big tree in the front yard, as if she were sulking with her eyes closed. If Novia's voice were to sound at this moment, Eri would definitely cover her ears with her hands and keep shouting loudly.

After leaning back for a while, Eri extended her fair fingers and pressed them against the center of her chest, which was relatively full compared to others her age.

In her view, this was a method she and the Demon King had agreed upon long ago, so she couldn't just not possess him now, could she? Besides, it wasn't impossible for her to remain silent after possessing him.

Then--

"Ok?"

Eri blinked and realized that there was still no change in her body, even when her fingertips pinched her flesh deep through her clothes.

Immediately afterwards, seven ethereal bullets were loaded into the girl's magic circuit at an alarming speed.

Eri raised her left thumb forward, and slowly tapped it as if pulling a trigger. A visible blast of air rolled up in the front yard of the Kuonji Mansion, heading straight upwards before flowing out of the city.

The sunlight filtering through the tree canopy cast dappled shadows on Erise's face. Her shoulders trembled as she gritted her teeth, her breath coming out of her nostrils becoming extremely heavy. Even the five fingers of her drooping right hand dug deeply into the bark, with fine wood chips mixed with cold sweat sticking to her palm.

"Southeast...when did it get outside the city? And...who is it with..."

For a fleeting moment, Eri suddenly thought of Kuronji Aratsume, because among the people she knew, it seemed that only she habitually ventured beyond the city to survey the blocked skies...

But how could Miss Kuonji be with that Demon King? No, how could that Demon King sneak into someone else's body? Isn't it only me who can do it? Aren't I the only one for him...?

Eri Sei's thoughts on the new era flashed through her mind once again.

She has no followers, has lost her parents, and has no one in this era who can accept her. Even if she continues to live, she will never be able to accept this new era, and the new era will not accept her either... All she has are evil spirits that torment her and the 'Demon King' who has been with her for a long time.

The mere thought of losing everything fills me with unbearable fear.

Eri stiffly turned her tense body, forcing herself to walk towards the outskirts of the city. At the same time, the bullet in her hand did not dissipate but remained.

Each time this bullet is fired, its accuracy and impact force will increase. If the seventh bullet is fired, even the shooter herself, Erise, will suffer a recoil injury equivalent to being hit by the bullet. Since the first bullet can only temporarily determine that the Demon King is outside Akihabara, Erise plans to find out exactly where the Demon King is now, even if she uses all seven bullets.

Even though leaving the city without permission is a 'criminal act,' Eri didn't care. However, she was still rational enough not to directly break through the city's defense system, since she didn't have the strength to deal with so many Servants.

Therefore, she chose to jump into the sea and intend to swim out.

However, in her extreme anger, Erise forgot one thing: she didn't seem to be a very good swimmer.

The salty waves rushed into her mouth and nose, seawater soaked her clothes, and her long black hair floated before her eyes like jellyfish tentacles. In the instant of extreme anger, Eri realized that she had made a fatal mistake: she didn't seem to be a very good swimmer.

"Wow..."

The sea breeze blowing from the ocean swayed her struggling black hair, and her aura of the underworld echoed on the calm sea. Her 'divine aura' rode the sea breeze and crashed into the waves, shattering into countless pieces.

Why are there so many of these things in Akihabara? It's not like I haven't seen them on the beach before.

Now that things have come to this, Erise regrets not having asked the Demon King to teach her how to swim.