In this zone, overflowing with various ACG cultures, cosplayers dressed in anime costumes were almost omnipresent.
Most of them were local high school students who earned some extra money with part-time jobs in their free time, while others were adults who specialized in this profession.
And on this street, full of chuunibyou vibrations, four figures walked slowly, one after another.
Leading the way was a young man with black hair, apparently slender, dressed in casual loose clothing, with a gentle smile on his face as he observed his surroundings, his deep eyes as deep as the stars, and his beautiful appearance frequently attracting the attention of passersby.
"I didn't expect the King to have such common hobbies."
Princess Alice, walking alongside Kaido, spoke with a surprised tone; in her impression, wasn't this ACG culture something that only recluses liked?
By the way, because Princess Alice had been bedridden for the past few years due to her physical condition, her excessively fragile body prevented her from appreciating the joy of ordinary people walking, so watching videos became one of her few interests.
So, strictly speaking, Alice was also a semi-recluse.
"Before I became king, I was just an insignificant commoner."
Kaido, with his hands in his pockets, turned to look at Alice, raising an eyebrow.
If he weren't a recluse, how would he know the plot of Godslayer?
Moreover, anime isn't just for kids; there's nothing wrong with watching it from time to time.
Kaido said, shrugging his shoulders.
"King, the people here dress in a very strange way."
Erica, on the other hand, seemed out of place in this noisy environment; the girl's expression was slightly furrowed, and having been born in Milan, the fashion capital, she couldn't understand why those girls wore strange and oddly shaped costumes.
It wasn't discrimination, but from her fashion perspective, those garments were really very strange.
Not only that, some even had furry ears and tails as accessories.
What was the point of doing that?
"You'll get used to it, let's walk around here first and then go to other places."
Upon arriving at the so-called two-dimensional holy land, Kaido wasn't as excited as he had imagined.
Perhaps he had already passed the age of chuunibyou; now, at most, he only looked at beautiful girls.
"Liliana seems to like it here a lot."
Kaido looked at the silver-haired Grand Knight, whose eyes occasionally revealed curiosity, and said with a smile.
"It's okay, I'll try to get used to it here."
Erica sighed and then, as if feeling something, her face revealed a vigilant and serious expression.
"King, it seems someone is following us."
Erica's expression suddenly tensed, and the power of the magic latent within her body gradually emerged like a spark.
Liliana also noticed the anomaly at the same time, her slender and small hands slightly curved; if there was any movement, she would immediately draw her sword and stand in front of Kaido.
"Both of you can relax completely; those followers are nothing but ants in the eyes of the King."
As the witch with the most outstanding spiritual talent in all of Europe, although the aura of those followers was well-hidden, Princess Alice still detected it clearly.
And in Kaido's perception, those hiding in the crowd were as dazzling as beacons in the darkness.
Magicians with spell power and ordinary people had two completely different auras.
As knights, it's also our duty to be vigilant against those insignificant individuals who approach the King, and it has nothing to do with whether the opponent is strong or not!
Erica Brandelli's face had an extremely serious expression.
Somehow, when she saw Princess Alice and Kaido standing very close, a wave of nameless anger surged in her heart; she understood it was female jealousy, and she also knew she had no right to interfere in Kaido's private life, but she simply couldn't feel any goodwill towards Princess Alice.
"What a obedient knight! The King must be very fond of you."
Princess Alice was very aware of Erica's aversion.
However, like Erica, she wasn't the kind of ordinary woman who wagged her tail and begged for favors or got involved in petty jealousy; using her abilities and charm to obtain the appropriate status was what they did.
"The King's love is equal; as the King's first knight, I won't ask for too much."
Erica didn't respond with humility or arrogance, a smile bloomed on her face like a camellia in full bloom in spring.
I know the King isn't a fickle person, but as a woman, I really hope to receive more attention.
Princess Alice covered her mouth slightly, her tone was noble and elegant; a princess who had negotiated in high society for a long time, possessed a maturity and dignity that Erica lacked.
Of course, after dealing with Prince Black Alec for so many years, her personality was naturally quite astute.
As for the degree of favoritism, you'll surely experience it firsthand in the future, but for now, let's address that bug; although I don't know what it wants to do, it's still too unpleasant to be constantly near.
Kaido timely stopped the two women who were clashing, then looked towards a certain point in the crowd with a half-smile.
"My friend, you've been following me for so long, what do you say to coming to a meeting?"
In his hometown, there was an old saying: "It's a joy to have friends who come from afar." Kaido's attitude towards the appearance of this "new friend" was quite enthusiastic.
The Committee that Compiles the True History of Japan.
In the original plot, it was a quite intriguing organization; apparently loyal to Kusanagi Godou, in reality, they took him for a fool, forcing the protagonist to clean up their messes without paying any price.
A true model of "true loyalty".
The surrounding crowd unconsciously abandoned the area, due to Erica and Liliana actively deploying a barrier to repel people.
Perhaps realizing he had been discovered, the tracker hiding in the crowd had no choice but to come out of his hiding place.
He was a middle-aged man, dressed in a black suit, around thirty or forty years old, with a rough and unkempt face that showed a look of helplessness.
He adjusted his glasses and then bowed to Kaido with a formal smile: "A pleasure to meet you, esteemed King, my name is Amakasu Touma".
The middle-aged man paused and then continued: "I'm affiliated with the Committee for the Compilation of the True History; it can be considered a national security department, but it's responsible for matters related to the occult world".
"If you're from the official side, why didn't you receive the King directly, but instead followed him secretly?"
Erica abruptly drew the Lionheart and asked with a severe voice; as soon as she saw this Japanese man with a furtive gaze, she felt that he had ill intentions.
"It must be... Miss Erica? If you think that, you've misinterpreted us."
Amakasu Touma's smile remained unchanged.
The arrival of the new King wasn't notified in writing to the authorities, so we didn't dare to go and receive him with presumption. I hid only to help the King eliminate possible threats, as I didn't want to leave him with unpleasant memories on his trip.
After speaking, the middle-aged man still kept his head bowed, waiting for Kaido's response.
Having worked in the Committee for the Compilation of the True History for many years, he had dealt with all kinds of people.
When the seventh King was born, the committee immediately mobilized all its resources to gather information related to Kaido.
From his encounter with Erica Brandelli, a Grand Knight of the Red Bronze Cross, over half a year ago, to Kaido's defeat of Marquis Voban in the Adriatic Sea, everything had been thoroughly investigated by the organization.
And upon learning that Kaido had boarded a plane bound for Japan, the entire committee reacted and made the necessary preparations.
Amakasu Touma, a descendant of ninjas and an expert in various concealment techniques, was sent to secretly monitor Kaido's activities.
Although he became a God Slayer, he wasn't a Demon King like Voban who acted without restrictions; instead, several times when fighting against disobedient gods, he made his subordinates evacuate local civilians in advance to avoid harming innocents.
Along with the fact that his attendants were three charming girls, the committee concluded that a young man of Kaido's age should be in a relatively passionate and just phase, and also possessed the common masculine trait of "lust".
If they could cater to his preferences based on the gathered intelligence, they would have a foundation for obtaining greater benefits in the future.
However, the situation might not be as simple as Amakasu Touma imagined.
Or rather, the deeply rooted Japanese mentality tends to "adapt" to others in their own way.
"You're lying."
As soon as the words fell, the growing magic power transformed into an unstoppable impact.
In the next second, Amakasu Touma felt a sudden and agonizing pain in his abdomen, accompanied by a sound of instantaneous crunching; even without looking, he knew that several ribs were broken.
In Amakasu Touma's gradually darkening consciousness, he saw the young man with black hair, who had been smiling at him, now had an impatient expression.
Kusanagi Godou was firmly controlled by the committee precisely because of his tendency of "hot-blooded chuunibyou high school student" to act impulsively.
But did they think he was that idiot Kusanagi Godou?
I give you twenty minutes; someone in charge had better find me immediately. Don't make me wait a single second longer.
This isn't what the information said.
The Committee that Compiles the True History is the largest special organization established jointly by the Japanese government and some prominent families in the occult world, specifically responsible for managing all occult affairs within Japan.
As a special department, this agency has considerable power at the national level.
And Amakasu Touma is a capable subordinate of Sayanomiya Kaoru, the head of the Tokyo branch of the Committee for the Compilation of the True History and the spiritual figure who exercises power over the Kanto Committee.
Therefore, his assignment to the monitoring mission was only carried out with the permission of the current head of the mysterious Sayanomiya family, Kaoru.
According to the available information, the powerful figures behind the committee classified Kaido as someone who could be influenced by interests, or even controlled.
However, contrary to their expectations, the current situation surprised everyone.
The young man with black hair, who shouldn't have any connection to the term "Demon King", inexplicably severely injured Amakasu Touma.
And energetically ordered all the executives to meet with him immediately.
As for the location, of course, it was Akihabara.
But if a group of executives who usually sit in office chairs and order their subordinates to carry out their orders were to go together to an otaku holy land to meet a young man, if word got out, where would their dignity be?
However, upon receiving this news, no matter how unwilling they were, they could only swallow their bitterness.
After all, who else was to blame for this situation but themselves?
If they hadn't sent Amakasu Touma to monitor the new King, perhaps none of this would have happened.
In the conference room of the Tokyo office of the Committee for the Compilation of the True History, a group of men and women with diverse suits and appearances gathered, ignoring the soft chairs beside them and instead casting anxious and fearful glances towards a young woman sitting at the head of the table.
She seemed to be around eighteen or nineteen years old, with a delicate appearance; although she had a Japanese-style haircut, the curve outlined by her chest still indicated that she was a woman.
The current head of the Sayanomiya family, Kaoru, the director of the Tokyo branch of the Committee for the Compilation of the True History, and the spiritual figure who exercises power over the Kanto Committee.
However, for the first time, this powerful young woman felt so powerless.
The previous plan seemed absolutely foolproof to everyone, but they never expected something like this to happen.
Although it was the season when spring was giving way to summer, in Tokyo, with its numerous and imposing buildings, it was still hot.
Even with the central air conditioning continuously supplying fresh air to the interior, everyone's foreheads and backs were still drenched with cold sweat.
"How is Amakasu Touma's condition?"
Sayanomiya Kaoru took a deep breath, and her voice trembled slightly.
"He broke six ribs in total; if he hadn't been rescued in time, he would probably be dead by now."
Someone responded from below.
"Uh..."
Upon hearing this news, Sayanomiya Kaoru finally let out a sigh of relief.
Mortals cannot defy the great power of a God Slayer; this is an eternal and unchanging principle.
The fact that Amakasu Touma survived at the hands of the new King indicated that he restrained himself.
Therefore, there was still room for communication between the two parties.
At least, calling them there wasn't to kill them in anger.
"Where does the King want us to meet him?"
Thinking of this, Sayanomiya Kaoru suppressed the fear in her heart and slightly regained her composure.
"A maid cafe in Akihabara."
"..."