This is not the date I wanted.

Muttering softly in her heart, Kuang San landed in the corridor of a high-end apartment building, the room number was 1801 - Honjo Niya's room.

Sinking silently into the shadows, Kuang San passed through the security door without any hindrance and entered Honjo Niya's dormitory.

At this time, Honjo Nia was lying on a large bed piled with comics, with a dazed look on his face.

And above her, a huge leather book was floating slowly.

The Whispering Book records all the information about all things in the world - the omniscient angel.

After learning about Niya's abilities from the clone, Kuang San's eyes couldn't help but become hot.

If she had this angel, even if Erya didn't know what happened thirty years ago, she would be able to get the truth she wanted.

“…No, no.”

As if after making some kind of weighing, Erya let out a breath of self-loathing and closed the book of obituaries.

"——Ah, ah. A rare angel but you don't want to use it?"

"……!who!?"

Hearing Kuang San's voice, Niya suddenly turned over from the bed, ignoring the mountain of books collapsing like an avalanche around him, and looked around vigilantly.

Slowly walking out from the shadows, Kuang San politely lifted the hem of her skirt and gave a ladylike salute to Niya.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Nia. My name is Tokisaki Kurumi, please give me your guidance."

"Tokisaki Kurumi..."

Vigilantly keeping a certain distance from Kurumi, Niya repeated Kurumi's name and touched the Confession Volume with her hand.

In an instant, the huge book suddenly opened, revealing lines of text that Kurumi could not understand.

At the same time, Kuang San noticed that Niya's expression had changed slightly. She understood that the other party had used the angel to investigate her information.

(Is it only me who can use the Angel of Understanding...)

After realizing this, Kurumi gave up her plan to use force to extract a confession from the other party and smiled, which she thought was very friendly.

"Next~ I believe Miss Erya has a specific understanding of my identity, so a detailed self-introduction is not necessary, right?"

"Forehead……"

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Erya looked at the elf in front of him who was full of murderous intent and couldn't help swallowing.

Judging from the information provided in the proclamation just now, the enemy in front of him, whether in terms of brutality or strength, can kill ten of his own level as easily as killing ants, and he has no power to fight back at all.

(Calm down. I still have the upper hand in the intelligence war. I must not let the other party think that I am easy to bully.)

Taking a deep breath to relax his tense body, Erya asked in a calm tone.

"What on earth are you doing here, the most evil elf-lord, barging into someone else's room without knocking at this late hour of the night?"

Hearing Erya's words, Kuang San couldn't help but raise a smile. At the same time, Erya's heartbeat rate also increased to the limit in an instant.

"That's a good question. I'll get straight to the point. This time I want to ask Miss Niya to use your angel to help me fulfill a small wish."

Hearing that they were not here to kill him, Erya immediately felt relieved, and the big stone in his heart finally fell.

"You mean, you want to get information from me?"

"Yes."

Kurumi nodded gently. Although Niya wanted to agree directly and let her leave quickly, she still touched her chin and muttered with a look of hesitation just in case.

"Well... For the time being, I was able to escape thanks to you, so I'll just consider it a favor. But let me make it clear first, I'm a pacifist and I won't leak information that's too dangerous."

"Don't worry about that. This is a very personal wish. I promise you that this information will not lead to war or bring misfortune to people."

"Oh?"

After hearing this, Erya became curious.

After adjusting her mood a little, Kuang San gently opened and closed her lips and asked.

"So, please tell me. ——The 'first elf' that appeared in this world thirty years ago. The reason why she appeared, the correct coordinates and time of her appearance, her abilities, and ——how to kill her."

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December 12th, five in the morning.

It was a time when most people were still sleeping. In the dim and quiet town, a bright light was flickering in a room next to Gokawa Shido's house.

"Page 12...finished."

Putting down the draft in his hand for the time being, Shidao rubbed his sore eyes and put an ice patch on his forehead. A can of nutritious drink gurgled down his throat and slid into his stomach, relieving the gradually rising sleepiness.

Shidou stretched slowly and looked around the room.

"Hmm... the pure white holy place stained black by dark tears?!"

"Shake. The ink has seeped under the ruler."

"No problem... yes."

"This is just a small matter that can be corrected. Let me deal with the two manuscripts later."

"Shidou, bring the finished manuscript to me."

In a spacious room filled with a large number of comic tools, Origami, Yakuya, Yui, and Nanashi were processing the A4 papers in their hands intently. Not far away, Mengyue was sitting in front of a desktop computer, tapping the keyboard at a speed fast enough to produce afterimages.

After the comic competition with Nia was finalized, Kotori quickly gathered everyone together to prepare the comic.

First of all, drawing is a necessary foundation for comics. After a simple test, Shidou, Yakuya, Yui, and Origami all showed good drawing skills. Surprisingly, Nanashi's drawing skills were so high that they were almost at the professional level. According to her, she imitated comic artists when she was bored in the past.

So, Kotori decided to use Nanashi as the main artist, with the Yamai sisters and Shido as assistants to draw the comics.

As for Mengyue, although her drawing skills did not meet the passing line, she said that she had previous creative experience, so she was responsible for the script and proofreading of the lines.

Although he was a little curious about what Mengyue meant by creative experience, after noticing Mengyue's smiling but dagger-hiding expression, Shidao rationally swallowed the question.

"Give it to you, Mengyue. The original manuscript of page 12."

"Got it. I will finish the embedding and proofreading. Shidou, go help Nanashi and the others."

Without raising her head, Mengyue took the manuscript and put it into the printer to scan, then operated the computer skillfully to do her homework.

Not wanting to disturb Mengyue who was concentrating so much, Shidou left with light steps.

"Finish a 64-page comic before the 30th... Hell."

This is the conclusion that everyone can draw after combining Mengyue's script with the situation. After all, this is the minimum requirement to make Nia fall in love with "Shidao" in a complete story.

After thinking about the amount of work he would have to face, Shidao's facial muscles twitched involuntarily.

(No, this is just the beginning. Don’t say such discouraging words.)

Shidou pinched his thigh hard, took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and walked to Nanashi's table.

"Nanashi, I'm here to get the manuscript that needs to be revised."

"Yes, Shidou. The manuscript of pages 14 to 17 is already over there."

Nanashi nodded slightly and continued to draw the comics quickly.

So fast. Shidao couldn't help but secretly marvel.

During the entire painting process, Nana Sin actually had the greatest burden. After all, everything from storyboard design, draft, to cover line drawing was done by her alone. If she didn't do this, there would be differences in the direction of the story and the style of painting, which would be quite fatal to the comics.

When I got the manuscripts in my hands, I found that each one was completed very well, without any trace of carelessness.

But in exchange, the energy that the Seven Sins need to consume is imaginable and very serious.

"Are you okay, Nanashi? If you're tired, you can go take a rest first."

"It's fine."

After pausing for a moment, Nanashi shook his head, clenched his palms to stop the trembling, and then continued to hold the pen and began to draw beautiful lines on the manuscript paper.

"Perhaps, I am of no use in a critical moment. Then at least I must do this little thing... After all, it's rare that I can help everyone."

"Seven Sins..."

"As for me, I was actually very happy when I got everyone's help and found a place to stay... Being able to work together with everyone to accomplish something is something I could never have dreamed of before... Compared to the hard work, I feel extremely fulfilled now. Moreover, it is rare to be able to draw such an excellent script, and I must also perform at the corresponding level."

It was rare to see some courage in Nanashi's words.

"Don't worry, stupid Shidou, I will help you completely defeat that old stubborn man named Niya!"

13 Foreign Travelers

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December 12th, 30 p.m.

"Hmm~ah——"

Gradually regaining consciousness, Shidao slowly stood up and stretched hard.

"What time is it now..."

Wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth, Shidou looked around in a daze. Around him, Yui and Yakuya were lying on the sofa, sleeping next to each other, making slight snoring sounds. Deep inside the house, Nanashi was curled up in a chair and sleeping like a hibernating squirrel; even Origami seemed to have reached her limit at this time, and fell asleep on the work table next to him.

This is not surprising, you know, they stayed here almost without sleep, and finished more than 60 pages in just two days while maintaining the quality. According to common sense, it is not strange that such a comic takes one or two months to finish.

It was precisely because of this that when the cartoon was finished at noon, there was not even time to cheer or celebrate. Everyone fell asleep like puppets whose strings had been cut.

"…Thank you all for your hard work."

With a hint of gratitude, Shidou murmured a thank you, gently pushed the chair away, and stood up while trying not to make any noise.

"Ok?"

Shidou felt something fall off his shoulder and onto the chair. He looked down and saw that it was a dark blanket.

(Who put it on himself?)

Shidou couldn't help wondering. Then he noticed that not only he, but everyone was covered with something similar.

Except for one person who wasn't there.

(I see……)

Shidou vaguely guessed who had covered the blanket when everyone was asleep, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in his chest.

If you concentrate a little more, you can notice the faint sound of keyboard tapping coming from the corridor outside the room.

Shidou tiptoed out of the room to avoid waking everyone up with his footsteps.

When he opened the door, Shidou saw a girl with long brown hair sitting cross-legged on the floor of the corridor with her back against the wall. There was a laptop on the folding table and she was wearing a pair of white headphones. Her amber eyes were fixed on the screen and her fingers were rhythmically tapping the keyboard.

"Mengyue, it's easy to catch a cold if you sit in a place like this."

Shidou couldn't help but let out a helpless smile.

"Hey, Shidou, are you awake?"

Hearing Shidao's voice, Mengyue was not surprised at all. She stopped what she was doing and greeted him.

"Yeah, just now."

Shidou nodded, sat next to Mengyue, and asked curiously.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, I was just working on a promotional PV for our comic."

"Promotional PV?"

"Ah."

Meng Yue nodded, clicked on a video file in the folder, and explained.

"It's to edit the comics drawn by Nanashi and the others into a video using editing software and upload it to the Internet. No matter how good the comics are, if the promotion is not good enough, sales will not increase."

"Oh...Is that so! Wow! It's moving, so cool! Mengyue, look, the characters are moving like an animation. And the special effects are so cool!"

Shidou couldn't help but exclaimed with shining eyes. To be honest, seeing the manga that he had worked so hard to draw come to life, the feeling can only be described as "touched".

"Well, it's for publicity after all. And I'm not the only one working hard."

Seeing Shidou's exaggerated reaction, Mengyue chuckled, took off one of her headphones, and leaned towards Shidou.

"Meng, Meng Yue? What are you doing?"

Seeing the other party suddenly take the initiative to close the distance, Shidou's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He reflexively distanced himself and asked nervously.