Japan, Chiyoda Ward, Sansan Street, inside a detached residence.
At this moment, Touma had arrived at this residence and was reporting the situation to the person before him, who looked like just a high school student.
Standing by the window, looking at the bright sunlight outside, Sayanomiya Kaoru's delicate face carried a slight worry. A pair of black-rimmed glasses didn't make her appear more composed.
Even though she was young, as the head of the History Compilation Committee's branch office, her mood was still as heavy as when attending a funeral.
After Touma finished his report, the room fell into silence, only the clock ticking rhythmically.
Kaoru rubbed the windowsill railing... the marble pattern on it was somewhat rough. Her slender fingers felt a slight pain from the friction, but she couldn't care less now.
She was deep in thought but didn't want to appear too flustered, so only this slight physical sensation could calm her down a bit.
Suddenly, she stopped her hand's movement and looked back at Touma.
"You just said this Campione is called 'Yusei-sama'?"
Touma didn't know why his superior asked this, but he still nodded: "Correct. According to informant reports, Erica Blandelli always addresses that young man as 'Yusei-sama'."
"I speculate that the young man probably dislikes others calling him 'King', so he just asked her to call his name directly. Then..."
As he spoke, Touma's voice gradually trailed off, an expression of disbelief appearing on his face.
"It seems you've realized it." Kaoru breathed a sigh of relief, a slight smile appearing on her face.
"Yes, besides the name, combined with the first time we saw him... he appeared in our Japan, and his Authorities share similarities with Susanoo-sama... meaning... he is most likely a person from our country!" Touma's face showed delight.
Kaoru smiled and nodded, "Correct, that's highly possible."
"This could be a breakthrough point. I need you to immediately send people to make contact, take a conciliatory approach and actively show goodwill. Additionally, we also need a backup plan..." As Kaoru spoke, she looked towards the east.
"You mean... that Lord?" Touma asked.
Kaoru withdrew her gaze, her eyes holding depth.
Without directly answering Touma's question, she walked towards the door.
"Prepare a car for me. I'm going to the Mariya Household."
"Yes."
...
On the other side-
Yusei, who had accidentally blown up a Copper-Black Cross property in the morning, naturally wasn't homeless. Such a large organization, forget strength, at least they had considerable funds. In Japan, they certainly couldn't have only this one property.
Soon, under the guidance of Erica and the others, Yusei moved into another detached residence.
Similar to before, it was built in a relatively quiet location. Yusei was happy with this. Not being picky about his living quarters, he directly picked a room and stayed inside.
His left eye's sudden rampage this morning left him restless, and no matter what, he wanted to figure out what was going on with his left eye.
What were those complex scripts? What was the boar that charged out this morning?
These abilities weren't as straightforward as game descriptions, and he had to figure them out himself.
Especially since this wasn't an innate Mangekyo's Dojutsu, so there was no such thing as 'naturally understanding' it.
Inside Yusei's room.
Yusei sat cross-legged on the soft mattress, pondering his left eye.
This time, he was smarter. Not wanting to destroy this temporary residence again... he specifically chose a room facing a forest. The bed was also moved next to the window.
Just by looking outside, even if he lost control and another giant boar appeared, it wouldn't directly blow up the villa.
Just as he was exploring his left eye's abilities, Erica received a call from her uncle. After hearing the content, her expression changed repeatedly, finally settling into a grave nod.
"I understand, Uncle. I will inform Yusei-sama. By the way, will that King take his anger out on you?" Erica sounded worried again.
"He probably won't. After all, he is a King interested only in swordsmanship and battle, and nothing else."
"Mhm... If you need anything, Uncle, be sure to contact me quickly."
"Alright."
The call ended.
Erica didn't hesitate at all. She went directly upstairs towards Yusei's room.
She had something extremely important to report to Yusei. Even though Yusei had instructed earlier that he was resting and not to be disturbed.
But now, the one in danger wasn't just Erica herself... the one truly facing trouble was Yusei himself.
Therefore, in Erica's opinion, even if it made Yusei angry, she had to report this matter. Otherwise, if that person suddenly showed up, it would only cause greater trouble.
Going up to the second floor and following the corridor, Erica arrived at the innermost room at the end.
She stood at the door, took a deep breath, and was just about to knock when she heard a voice from inside.
"Come in."
Erica was momentarily stunned, then immediately opened the door and walked in.
Entering the room, Erica immediately noticed the odd arrangement of the room's furnishings.
But these were minor issues. Although they didn't match aristocratic aesthetics, they were just trivial details.
"Yusei-sama." Erica bowed respectfully.
Due to the panic this morning, she had come out wearing only pajamas. At the new residence, after taking a bath and changing clothes, she looked completely different from her disheveled appearance in the morning.
Now, she could be described as radiant and captivating.
Moreover, because she had discovered Yusei's 'weakness,' today she deliberately wore a pure white long dress and white stockings, similar to her attire on the first day they met.
But the difference was, on the first day, it was a long dress, but today she wore an ultra-short skirt.
Whether it was intentionally cut this way or not, this style of clothing was indeed rare.
The upper part looked like a normal, elegant princess gown, but the lower part was extremely short, revealing the 'absolute territory' required only a slight bend.
The moment Erica entered, she paid attention to Yusei's gaze. Finding his eyes lingered on her shapely white thighs for a second, she felt somewhat smug.
However, she understood now wasn't the time to think about this. She seriously looked at Yusei and reported.
"Yusei-sama, the [Sword King] who originally led the magical associations, Salvatore Doni, is coming. He wants to fight you."