Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

On the coastline of Hakone, near the reefs.

A broken sword was firmly embedded in the crevices of the rocks. Waves crashed against the reefs, with white foam surging up, filling the air with a damp, salty scent.

There stood a noble-looking man with brown, choppy hair and a beautiful young girl with short silver hair.

“Indeed, there's a unique aura here.”

“It seems you suffered quite a bit here.”

Stroking his chin, Harumura Makoto casually sat on a protruding rock, his gaze sharp as a knife.

His vision was like an X-ray, piercing through everything, leaving nothing hidden before him.

“Indeed, I took a bit of a loss at first, but I've already paid it back.”

Athena raised her snow-white, swan-like neck.

She didn't deny her initial setback, but in her fully restored state, she had reinforced the seal on this fellow several times over.

“It's certainly a sturdy seal.”

“With such a seal, even a God Ancestor would only be able to ignore it.”

“Even most Heretic Gods wouldn't be able to detect it.”

Harumura Makoto didn't hold back his praise for Athena.

Athena wasn't particularly skilled in the art of sealing.

But the seal she displayed here was extraordinarily well-done.

“But, Goddess of Wisdom,”

“Have you considered a certain possibility?”

Harumura Makoto, who had been sitting, suddenly stood up and walked directly to the broken sword.

“Possibility? What possibility?”

Athena didn't quite understand what Harumura Makoto was trying to say.

“That is,”

Harumura Makoto suddenly reached out and grasped the exposed hilt of the sword.

A faint golden magic naturally emanated.

“What's here is nothing more than a decoy.”

“How could it be…”

Before Athena could finish her sentence, the magic power within Harumura Makoto had already erupted.

The broken sword, which sealed the Last King, the strongest steel in the world, was pulled out by Harumura Makoto just like that.

“Bang!”

Magic power exploded like a volcanic eruption.

A terrifying aura spread continuously, as if some terrifying entity was about to awaken.

The current changes in the world were merely a welcome to this great existence.

“Are you crazy? You're going to face that guy now?”

“This doesn't sound like what you said earlier; it's clear that this guy is sealed here.”

Athena immediately retreated several steps away.

She had been genuinely startled; she couldn't help but be shocked when things were going so well, and then someone just broke the seal.

“Don't be ridiculous.”

“Even if we're acting, we have to make it real, make it believable.”

“Otherwise, how could we fool you, the Goddess of Wisdom, right?”

Harumura Makoto rolled his eyes in annoyance.

The eruption of magic continued, but as Harumura Makoto said.

The person who should have been there didn't emerge from the seal.

A long time had passed; even if he was asleep, he should have woken up by now.

Athena's expression had become quite unpleasant.

Now, even she couldn't stubbornly deny it and had to honestly admit that Harumura Makoto was correct.

First, she was injured, and the location she painstakingly sealed was actually just a smokescreen set up by the enemy.

She, Athena, the dignified Greek Goddess of Wisdom.

She had been blinded by a smokescreen; she had lost a lot of face.

It was at this moment that.

Harumura Makoto's phone suddenly rang.

“Erica, what's wrong?”

…

The Netherworld, an old wooden hut.

Inside the hut, three figures sat around a sunken hearth.

A sunken hearth is a unique feature of traditional Japanese houses.

Specifically, it's a square space dug into the floor of the living room, lined with ash, for lighting fires and cooking.

And now, three elders of the Orthodoxy Compilation Committee were gathered around the hearth, conversing.

A burly, elderly man with a thick beard, Susanoo.

A gorgeous and graceful God Ancestor wearing a twelve-layered kimono, Sita.

And a black-robed archmage who had transcended the boundaries of human life and death, as gaunt as a skeleton.

The three of them had rarely gathered together in one place, sitting around the hearth.

The first to speak was the black-robed archmage, who asked in a hoarse, dry voice, “Are we just going to sit here and watch?”

Sita and Susanoo turned their gazes to the black-robed archmage.

The latter pursed his lips.

“That woman moved too fast, without any warning. The Shiki blade was already taken. By the time I noticed and wanted to stop her, it was already too late.”

“Releasing the God Monarch is a small matter, but if the God Monarch is killed, the fact that Rama is sealed here will also be exposed.”

“Not only that, but we didn't want to provoke that Godslayer in the first place.”

“This time, with the God Monarch released, our exposure is inevitable.”

“When that happens, neither of us, nor even you, Lord Governor, will be able to withstand that Demon King, will we?”

Susanoo narrowed his eyes, took a swig of sake, and remained silent.

After the black-robed archmage finished speaking to the Lord Governor, his gaze also shifted to Princess Sita.

“If the Strongest Steel senses the aura of the Godslayer, it will probably revive directly, right? Does Your Highness Sita really want to watch Rama awaken?”

Stared at, Sita raised her jade hand to cover her mouth.

“Don't joke around, I don't have the power to contend with the Demon King.”

After saying this, Sita looked at Susanoo.

Susanoo rolled his eyes directly.

“Forget it, this old man graduated from the position of Heretic God a long time ago. Otherwise, why would I be hiding here?”

Susanoo paused here.

“What's more, the God Monarch may not necessarily lose to this Demon King.”

“Hmm? Does the God Monarch have even stronger power?”

Sita immediately became interested, staring at the Lord Governor with great enthusiasm.

Taking out his smoking pipe, lighting the tobacco inside, taking a deep puff, and exhaling a cloud of smoke.

“Of course, otherwise, why do you think I chose the God Monarch as Rama's suppression medium?”

At this time, the black-robed archmage snorted.

“Stop speaking in riddles, Lord Governor, now is not the time to play games.”

“Impatient fellow.”

Tapping the ash from the smoking pipe, Susanoo chuckled.

“Choosing the God Monarch as the guardian god for suppression, firstly, is certainly because the God Monarch has many similarities in the attributes of the Steel God and Rama's attributes.”

“Using the God Monarch for suppression can achieve twice the result with half the effort.”

“Secondly, naturally, is strength.”

“The God Monarch's strength as the Steel God is second only to the Strongest Steel. It is also because of this that the God Monarch has become one of the very few gods who understand that secret method and can use it.”

“That secret method?”

The black-robed archmage was stunned.

But Sita was the first to react, her expression changing slightly, “Is it the Covenant Great Ritual?!”

“Yes!”

Susanoo clapped his hands and said with a smile, “So we don't have to worry about anything at all.”

Saying this, he narrowed his eyes and said with a playful tone:

“The Demon King, as a Godslayer, is certainly powerful, but the identity of Godslayer is destined to make them vulnerable when facing the God Monarch.”

“With the Covenant Great Ritual, the more Godslayers come, the more dangerous it becomes. A moment of carelessness can lead to death at the hands of the monkey.”

Susanoo laughed at this point and said:

“So, for us, we just need to watch.”

“If that's the case, then that's really good. We just need to sit here and watch the tigers fight.”

After Susanoo explained it this way, the black-robed archmage instantly understood and felt relieved.

He was clear about the terrifying nature of that secret method.

Coupled with the God Monarch's innate sensitivity to battle, this was simply impossible to lose.

Hearing this, only Sita's expression was a little strange.

“Even if the God Monarch wins, it's not very good for us, is it?”

“We've imprisoned the God Monarch for so long, I'm afraid the God Monarch will come to kill us first after solving the Godslayer.”

“Last time it was a surprise attack, but this time I don't have the confidence to trick the God Monarch again.”

As soon as Sita said this, Susanoo and the black-robed archmage fell silent.

The reason they were silent was that Sita said absolutely nothing wrong.

It was they who, in conjunction with some forces within humanity, summoned the God Monarch and set a trap for the God Monarch.

This God Monarch's heart is not big at all, and it is inevitable that he will seek revenge on them.

“Let's wait for the results.”

“If it really doesn't work, then let's find another place to run away.”

“That monkey doesn't have that much patience. As long as he can't find us for a while, he'll probably give up on his own.”

“Yeah, probably.”

After a long while, Susanoo said dryly.

In fact, it was already very obvious that he himself felt that the possibility of what he said was extremely low.

The atmosphere that had just become relaxed now became gloomy again.