The night arrived as scheduled.

The stars appeared in the deep blue night sky, just like their world, except that the moon showed a significant difference.

Most of it was round, but the lower right corner looked as if a greedy celestial dog had taken a bite, found it unpalatable, and spat it back out.

Everyone could clearly see bits like star fragments floating at the moon's missing corner, as if the moon was leading a group of little stars.

Ayatsuki Ayaka looked at the night sky of the Different World and couldn't help but exclaim, "How strange, the moon is missing a piece, or is it supposed to look that way?"

The translator faithfully converted her words into German.

Aileck, upon hearing Ayatsuki Ayaka's confusion, turned his head to explain, "That's not naturally formed.

This world experienced two red moons. Kikyo believed the appearance of the red moon foretold ominous disaster, so she pierced a part of it with an arrow, and since then, no more red moons have appeared in this world."

"That's amazing!"

Ayatsuki Ayaka's wheat-colored cheeks were full of awe; she couldn't imagine someone shooting an arrow through the moon from the ground.

The fractured area of the moon seemed small, but landing on the moon from the ground, the area might be beyond Ayatsuki Ayaka's imagination.

Kikyo's power is truly terrifying, but how much more terrifying must Naraku be to have killed Kikyo?

Ayatsuki Ayaka pondered for a moment, unable to resist her curiosity, "How exactly did Kikyo die at Naraku's hands?"

"Not sure."

Aileck shook his head; he was full of shock when he first heard this news. No one knew better than him how powerful Kikyo was.

That apostle, comparable to a god, actually lost.

Moreover, there were powerful Demi-Demon guards by her side.

Aileck thought and thought, but couldn't find a reason for Kikyo losing to Naraku.

Phoenix Academy Maggie joined their conversation and stated her speculation, "According to Inuyasha, Kikyo probably used too much power to destroy the Shihunzhiyu, allowing Naraku to exploit a weakness."

"Oh, oh!"

Ayatsuki Ayaka nodded quickly, smiling as she said, "Maggie, you know a lot."

A sincere smile spread on her wheat-colored cheeks.

This kind of admiration, Phoenix Academy Maggie had seen plenty before, but it seemed to have a different charm when coming from Ayatsuki Ayaka, always making people feel delightful.

Maybe it was related to Ayatsuki Ayaka's personality.

Her clear spring-like character made it hard for people to feel any disdain or reserve.

"I suppose so?"

Phoenix Academy Maggie casually replied, then heard a thudding sound and directed her gaze to the distance.

At the horizon's edge, a group of giants appeared, running towards them.

Everyone present ceased their dialogues.

All forty-eight Noble Phantasm Users had arrived, both to befriend and to intimidate.

The soldiers had swapped shifts. Those busy during the day were now resting.

Soldiers working at night continued constructing a military base there.

Warships floated on the sea, cargo ships moved back and forth between the two worlds, and transport planes did too.

Those beers were in huge barrels placed on the ground.

Food was carried by the giants.

They sprinted over, gazing at the array of stacked beer barrels and neatly folded clothes.

Thunder laughed heartily: "Haha, you indeed kept your word. We like making friends with honest people."

They ran up, greeted, and then shifted their gaze from the fine drinks to the clothing.

They placed the food on the ground, each grabbing an outfit, but didn't hurry to shed their beast skins on the spot.

The giants dressed ruggedly, but they weren't totally wild, refraining from changing in front of others without restraint.

They hid in the nearby forest to change into their clothes.

Uniform black T-shirts paired with knee-length black shorts.

The giants returned to the scene and began a lively banquet.

Seated on the ground, laughter and voices of conversation boomed like thunder, leaving ears ringing.

Ayatsuki Ayaka was visibly excited, nudging Takahashi Saeko beside her, "Saeko, look, we're walking among giants.

They're so huge, just like in Western fantasy films, aren't they?"

"Yes!"

Takahashi Saeko replied loudly, otherwise her voice wouldn't reach Ayatsuki Ayaka's ears.

...

The Noble Phantasm Users, led by the translator, weaved through the banquet. Some chatted with the giants about matters related to the Different World, while others talked about topics of interest to men.

Some, like Aozawa, didn't chat much and simply wandered around with a wine glass, soaking in the lively atmosphere.

Hojo Shouko meticulously sliced off meat brought by giants, wanting to understand the Giants' cooking methods.

Because the grill smelled good, she wanted to learn how to cook it for Aozawa-senpai later.

Morimoto Chiyoda and Emily conversed with the giants to gather intelligence on the Different World, ensuring Aileck hadn't inserted deceit in the information.

Hojo Tetsuji hid on the side, secretly chatting online with Little Sayuri.

Seizing the moment Aozawa was alone, Arakawa Reina sharply took the chance, carrying a mug of beer forward.

Her black curls fell on her shoulders, a thin blush spread on her fair cheeks, her eyes looking dreamy.

"Mr. Aozawa, I toast you."

Arakawa Reina shouted in a voice inconsistent with a drunken state, staggering forward.

Aozawa noticed her unsteady gait and expression, and questioned with some suspicion, "Class President, are you drunk?"

"Not drunk, how could a cup of this make me drunk?"

Arakawa Reina shook her head, her foot slipped, and her body charged like a field dribbling C Ronaldo, crashing right into Aozawa's arms.

The impact of the girl's body made Aozawa pause slightly. He couldn't help but grasp her shoulder and say, "Let me take you back to rest."

"No, I'm not drunk."

Arakawa Reina leaned against his neck, her words turning into a spring breeze brushing past Aozawa's neck.

The inadvertent resistance seemed more like a craving for something.

Her face flushed not from alcohol but from the thrill of her actions in such a public setting.

Aozawa naturally didn't believe her words.

He supported Arakawa Reina's shoulder and returned to the makeshift barracks that had already been set up.

The barracks where Treasure Users resided looked no different from those of other soldiers from the outside.

The key was in the interior; the floor was covered with soundproofing material to ensure no noise would disturb the neighbors, with an added touch of a carpet on top.

The warm-toned crystal lights were bright, with a bed, sofa, computer, and so on, not much different from living environments in that world.

Aozawa took Arakawa Reina back to the room, and along the way, the girl's slight struggles triggered a natural response in him.

That iron-like resilience was caught by Arakawa Reina, and her cheeks blushed more evidently.

"Squad leader, why don't you take a nap first."

Aozawa was somewhat suspicious that she was pretending to be drunk on purpose.

However, he couldn't figure out Arakawa Reina's attitude. If she seemed willing, as soon as he tried to make a move, he was quickly swatted away, as if she only allowed herself to 'burn' one-sidedly.

Sigh, I'm really having a hard time.

Aozawa let out a long sigh in his heart.

He bent down carefully to place Arakawa Reina on the bed.

As if to struggle, Arakawa Reina gave a strong tug with her right hand.

Whoosh, pulling down Aozawa's trousers to his knees.

The air suddenly felt a bit cool.

Seeing the scene, Arakawa Reina's eyes became increasingly hazy, as if a river of spring water was flowing from them.

"What is this?"

Arakawa Reina deliberately murmured with the manner of a drunk, reaching out to grab and examining closely, "Aozawa, how dare you bring such a weapon of mass destruction?"

She's definitely pretending to be drunk, right?

Aozawa shouted in his heart. He couldn't believe Arakawa Reina was this drunk; it could only be said that the alcohol wasn't intoxicating, but people were self-intoxicated.

"Squad leader, be careful, it might blow."

While speaking, Aozawa tried to grasp the curves of the white military uniform.

Arakawa Reina's free left hand slapped his right hand and glared at him, "Mr. Aozawa, you're really lecherous."

Am I that lecherous?

A big question mark popped into Aozawa's mind, wondering if Arakawa Reina had a different definition of lecherous.

Right now, she's the one gripping the Dragon King.

"What's this then?"

Arakawa Reina feigned an innocent look, then started moving her right hand up and down.

She had little experience; the force could only be properly managed through practice.

Neither too forceful nor too weak.

Her mesmerizing eyes stayed locked, seemingly trying to capture every reaction.

"Squad leader..."

Aozawa's voice trembled slightly; he really couldn't withstand such speed.

Almost sparked from it, yet thankfully, his robust physique could withstand her strength.

However, his endurance wasn't quite on par when he was in control.

Like a farmer in the field, Arakawa Reina finally reaped a bountiful harvest after much effort.

Everything landed on her face.

Like milk warmed by a mother on a spring morning.

With the stickiness of natto.

A faint floral scent filled the air, and Arakawa Reina released her hand, then pretended to pass out on the bed.

"I'm not drunk."

She continued to murmur, closing her eyes, feigning sleep.

Aozawa looked at the light that fell on her beautiful cheeks, which should have been bright and charming, but under the white pollution, became particularly alluring.

He only felt that the fire in his heart hadn't diminished at all.

"Squad leader." Aozawa called softly, reaching out, only to have his hand swatted away by the pretending-to-sleep Arakawa Reina again.

Aozawa could only sigh, leaving with a helpless expression.

The door closed, the lights no longer lit, plunging the bedroom into darkness. Arakawa Reina quietly opened her eyes, without a hint of drunkenness.

A strong sense of exhilaration bubbled inside her, as if she had recreated a famous scene from a manga.

The heroine gets drunk and acts recklessly towards the hero, but hadn't progressed to the point of drawing the sword and charging.

But that was deliberate on Arakawa Reina's part; she didn't want to advance too quickly, opting for gradual progression.

Every manga involves step-by-step breaking of boundaries, keeping people in anticipation.

First with hands, then with the chest or mouth, and so on.

Arakawa Reina touched her face with her hand, discretely moving her floral scented fingertips downward.

Immerse.

The scorching, boiling hot soil.

"Mr. Aozawa, you're amazing~"