The act must be executed thoroughly; only in this way could the young lady be baited.

Phoenix Academy Maggie heard this and fell into brief silence, involuntarily recalling the emotions that had surged within her just moments ago.

Indeed, under the shyness, she completely forgot about her weakened state, almost forgetting where she was.

But thinking about having to personally agree to such a thing in the state stained with a monster's blood...

The intense conflict made it difficult for Phoenix Academy Maggie to agree, for she felt that in her current condition, the setting was clearly not suitable for such a thing.

The air floated with a bloody stench instead of expensive incense, no rose petals scattered, and monster organs were strewn everywhere.

Strangely, previously when she killed monsters, she always managed to destroy the bodies completely. Now, the monster corpses could remain.

What's the reason behind this?

A fleeting doubt arose in Phoenix Academy Maggie's mind, but she quickly dismissed such a negligible question. Whether she should agree was the important issue now.

She thought for a while, eventually shaking her head, "No way!"

Aozawa saw that she didn't agree with the proposal and lowered his demands, saying with a smile, "The magic replenishment I mentioned doesn't need to reach that step.

In my opinion, as long as you take action, you can possess the powerful will to overcome weakness.

Trying over clothes shouldn't be a problem, right?"

His gentle tone was akin to a demon tempting a mortal to follow their inner desires.

Phoenix Academy Maggie looked at the human-faced lion that continued to circle, with the dust it raised increasingly coarse, showing signs of spreading inward.

This can't be dragged out any longer!

She took a deep breath, about to agree, when suddenly the question dawned upon her, "Wait, what do you mean as long as I take action?"

A look of confusion emerged in her eyes.

Phoenix Academy Maggie felt a sense of being underestimated, as if she hadn't ever had meat.

Even though she indeed hadn't tasted it, she had at least seen meat; rounding up, she considered herself battle-hardened.

"I, ah, can't do it anymore, seem to be losing control."

Aozawa quickly changed the subject, presenting himself as awkwardly struggling with hypnosis.

Phoenix Academy Maggie no longer pursued the details, sternly saying, "Let's do it! All this is for victory!"

"Alright, I understand your meaning."

Aozawa nodded, holding her hand, slowly tightening his grip inward, letting Phoenix Academy Maggie feel as though she were firmly grasping the Sword of Promised Victory.

Her body trembled lightly, experiencing what the tide coming in Kanagawa felt like.

Aozawa leaned close to her jade-like cheek, blowing a breath over the surface of her earlobe, saying, "Maggie, I'm taking action."

"Mm."

Phoenix Academy Maggie's voice quivered slightly like a fawn facing its mother, emitting a slight coquettish squeal.

She felt that her already soft and weak hands now evolved into a state of total powerlessness throughout the body.

This body seemed to be glued to Aozawa.

Thump, thump!

The intense heartbeat transmitted through her back to Aozawa's chest; he looked at Phoenix Academy Maggie's blushing cheeks, resembling red agate, yet having a sweet strawberry-like taste.

He really wanted to take a bite.

Aozawa followed his heart, opening his mouth to take a bite.

...

In an instant, Phoenix Academy Maggie felt a sudden jolt in her heart, like a hidden time bomb exploding.

The sensation of Aozawa's teeth caused her right cheek to tremble.

The Sword of Promised Victory she held suddenly flickered with dazzling golden light.

The sword resonated with her surging emotions, the power from the hilt filled her body, making her raise the Sword of Promised Victory, "Kill!"

Phoenix Academy Maggie roared to vent her inner embarrassment, fiercely striking down at the circling human-faced lion.

Swoosh!

The sword light was incredibly sharp, directly slicing the human-faced lion from head to foot.

Then, just as it was about to fall to the ground, the sword light suddenly dissipated.

Phoenix Academy Maggie suddenly felt her strength drained away, her figure wobbled a few times before collapsing back into Aozawa's arms.

Her hair brushed against his chin.

She lifted her head, displaying a smile, "Aozawa, we succeeded."

"Yes, it was faster than I imagined."

Aozawa showed a hint of helplessness.

He hadn't anticipated such a simple action to cause Phoenix Academy Maggie's inner turmoil, exploding with such remarkable power.

Then blame the setup he originally intended — the stronger Phoenix Academy Maggie's mental fluctuations were, the more powerful the Sword of Promised Victory's attacks would become.

"That's because my willpower is strong!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Phoenix Academy Maggie responded with flushed cheeks, embarrassed to admit her thin skin.

She immediately urged, "This place is dangerous, let's shift ground first."

"Okay."

Aozawa nodded, lifting her in a princess embrace, jokingly saying, "Princess, please mount."

"Don't make jokes like that."

Phoenix Academy Maggie gently tapped his chest.

...

At Giant Rock Territory, in the wide sacred duel arena stood a temporarily established operational command center.

Masato Yasaki was staring at the screen inside the hall.

Displayed were images sent back by drones from various countries, large and small, amounting to about a thousand screens.

Not being the relevant person in charge, he couldn't clearly identify the exact number of screens, relying only on guesses.

He wasn't the only advisor viewing here.

Advisors from various countries were also focusing on the screens here.

Their debated orders were ultimately transformed into directives, transmitted via communication to the front-line Treasure Users or Giants, other six nations' Angel Envoys.

The advisory board ensured the monster waves were intercepted within Catalivo through quick and correct decision-making.

"Aozawa and Phoenix Academy Maggie have made contact."

A communication officer's words made Masato Yasaki turn his head, revealing a slight relief, asking, "Do the two need medical team assistance?"

"Yes, Miss Maggie was exposed to the enemy's poison gas, making it impossible for her to continue fighting for a short period."

The communication officer's words prompted Masato Yasaki to order, "Dispatch a helicopter immediately, call on the medical team and bring corresponding emergency kits."

Due to the lack of healing-related powers or Noble Phantasms in both this world and theirs, if something happens, they have to rely solely on modern technology to resolve it.

If unresolved, it could only be said that destiny entailed such a tribulation.

After issuing this order, Masato Yasaki turned again to the screens where the primary display was just outside Catalivo's Royal Capital.

According to terrain analysis by scholars from other countries, it was inferred the image position was ten miles south of the Royal Capital.

Why did Naraku stop here?

Masato Yasaki couldn't comprehend, watching as dense dark clouds obscured the sky, resembling an impending storm, making one sense the profound pressure even across the screen.

He furrowed his brows slightly; evidently, Naraku didn't stop due to fatigue or a need for rest.

This character, continuously transforming villains and dispatching monsters to sneak-attack the borders of six nations, could it all just be probing?

Masato Yasaki pondered deeply, but ultimately couldn't resolve his thoughts, scratching his head, feeling pondering over such things was meaningless.

For an Angel Envoy, Naraku is capable of so many actions.

Even just through speculation, he could think of over thirty possibilities.

If each possibility must be prevented, it undoubtedly wastes time and is hard to persuade others to agree.

Because even he didn't know which option Naraku might choose.

Perhaps even beyond his guesses.

Rather than dwell on such matters, he focused on doing what he was confident in — organizing the military defense lines, transporting reasonable weapons to the soldiers of the six nations, enabling them to form a combat force in a short time.

Maybe this approach, like connecting the dots, is brutal, but that's how war is.

If those people don't die, they must send theirs forward.

Regarding such matters, Masato Yasaki couldn't insist on so-called fairness or justice.

"Hey, look, those clouds seem to be moving!"

Someone spoke in English; no translation needed, Masato Yasaki understood what was said, looking to the main screen.