Chapter 59: Yuriko Mariya

"So, please go welcome that King. What, any objections?" His tone was indifferent, tinged with a hint of disdain, yet filled with an undeniable authority.

The man, half-hidden in shadows beneath the classical Japanese-style veranda, said this. What kind of man was he? His tie was slightly askew, and his clothes seemed to be casually thrown on, making them appear untidy. Indeed, if one were to truly speak, perhaps no one would have imagined that he was a member of the Official Compilation Committee, that most abominable magical organization that controlled the future of the island nation.

If this man fully suppressed his aura, he would be among the so-called "calamities" that even the high and mighty God Slayers might not be able to perceive. To some extent, this incredibly arrogant man had truly brought the profession of "ninja" to the limit of humanity, a realm almost impossible to reach. Perhaps, he even possessed the ability to escape with his life from the hands of the Disobedient Gods.

However, even if it seemed so, the limits of mortals were merely the limits of mortals. No matter how much effort was put in, one would never reach the realm of a God Slayer.

"So, Yuriko Mariya, you have no objection, do you?"

He said softly, and even when addressing the highest-ranked shrine maiden among the most revered, named 'Hime,' his tone remained dismissive. At this moment, the young girl who was sitting upright in the room slowly turned her head back. Her light brown short hair shimmered brightly under the sunlight filtering in.

"I understand." It was as if she was suppressing her own reluctance, as if she was acquiescing to the resentment in her heart. The young girl softly repeated. "Yes, I understand."

Seeing her expression, a relaxed look, instead, appeared on Amakusa Touma's face. His somewhat unruly face once again bore a hint of frivolous smile.

"So, please prepare well. You must know, that is 'The King'!" Saying this, he bowed slightly, as if truly holding a hint of respect in his heart.

Watching the crude man who walked backward and out, who was clumsy no matter how you looked at him.

Yuriko Mariya gently stroked her clean white pleated skirt, sighing softly. Under the patronage of the 'Official Compilation Committee,' she naturally had to fulfill her obligations. Even if it was a task that endangered her life, she absolutely had no possibility of refusing.

Rather than a request, it was more like an order. She, who deeply knew this point, did not want to involve her own family, especially her younger sister, Hikari Mariya. Even knowing their true intention was to use her hatred for the God Slayers to express the island nation's stance, and even if this task was no different from a suicide mission, she still accepted it.

She gently picked up the teacup on the wooden table, which was specifically used for tea ceremonies and bore traces of ancient simplicity. Looking at the softly rippling tea water, the young girl's face was faintly marked with paleness.

So, was it a King who loved wanton slaughter, or a King greedy for wealth, or a King obsessed with beauty?

Smelling the faint fragrance coming from the clear tea, Yuriko Mariya only shook her head gently. No matter what, since it was that God Slayer, then he must be a heinous villain.

A few hours later, at an airport in Tokyo.

From several trucks, a large number of unfriendly-looking individuals disembarked. They used brutal methods to clear out everyone at the airport. Even high-ranking officials and nobles were 'invited' out without hesitation. They ignored these people, who were perhaps rushing to board flights or waiting for their loved ones.

That man, the instigator, leaned against a pillar outside the airport, sighing softly.

"It's really not a good task." Complaining about his superior, Amakusa Touma slowly rose from the load-bearing pillar. As he moved, an aura that seemed to "not exist" in this world emanated outwards.

This man, who had only slightly glimpsed the surface of martial arts, naturally couldn't achieve the so-called 'En' or even 'Gyo', but he could subtly change the aura around him, which was quite easy for him.

"You said it, Section Chief?"

With incomparable humility, mixed with an indescribable sense of discomfort, Sayaka Kisaki spoke from behind the crude man. Perhaps, this unkempt man was truly unsuitable for such serious actions. Old rats, to adapt to those dark sewers, naturally found it difficult to appear under this sunlight.

"It's still too early to say these things now."

Sayaka Kisaki calmly ignored the man's act of claiming credit for himself. After all, if they were truly judged by their brazenness, she, being merely a high school student, could never compare to this sinister man. At this moment, a series of tearing sounds, accompanied by the roar of engines, came from behind them.

"That King has finally arrived here too."

The rugged man lightly brushed his slightly messy hair with his hand, then walked with heavy steps towards the airport runway.

"Then, let us go to welcome him, all members of the Official Compilation Committee!"

A softly humming tone, and a melodious and clear voice, slowly echoed throughout the airport. "For my glory, for the glory of our nation, for the glory of countless people!" At this moment, it was filled with echoes and cheers.

Dozens of people, all formidable experts, or rather, the backbone of the island nation, were gathered. At this moment, their eyes burned with passion, as if challenging the King's authority, something so natural and right.

As that pure white, faintly light-blue decorated iron bird slowly descended onto the ground, rows of red carpets, or rather, rows of reception personnel, slowly took their places along with the grand and passionate music.

Finally, with a suspicious or arrogant expression, the cabin door of that private jet slowly opened.

As the young girl in a light blue gown emerged from the cabin, the malice permeating the airport grew even thicker.

However, that was as far as it went.

That was the high and mighty, or rather, the uniquely domineering tone, which also seemed so natural and right, spouted from the mouth of that golden King.

"Ha! Who allowed you contemptible rabble to stand on this same earth as me?!"

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