A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 75 Things are changing

America!

"How dare you?! How dare you—"

This sudden turn of events caused Director Fujita to lunge onto the command platform, his eyes wide open and filled with rage!
The Metropolitan Police Department sacrificed so many personnel, including the supernatural beings who suffered heavy casualties, and it seemed they were finally able to take down the princess through a 'mechanical kill'.

Then, they obtained information about the 'fairytale world' from her. At this point, America suddenly jumped out to steal the fruits of their labor?

The director was so angry he almost fainted on the spot.

"Call Lieutenant General Thomas!"

One hand supported her trembling body, while the other pressed hard against her temple.

After the secretary handed him the phone, Director Fujita took a few deep breaths:
"Lieutenant General Thomas?"

"Haha, dear Fujita, you don't sound well?"

Lieutenant General Thomas's laughter came from the other end of the phone, and even Director Fujita could picture the other man's smug expression in his mind.

"What does it mean?"

"I don't understand what you're saying—"

The director, so angry that his jaw was chattering, didn't even bother with diplomatic language.

"Thomas!"

"Our side suffered heavy casualties, and at the last moment you sent people to steal the spoils of war?"

"Is this the behavior of an ally?!"

With bloodshot eyes, Director Fujita roared angrily into the phone.
The underlying anger caused everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department's command center to lower their heads and stare at the ground, as if they were clay or wooden sculptures.

"Mr. Fujita, are you questioning me?"

However, he was answered by Lieutenant General Thomas's suddenly cold voice.

"What gives you the right to question me—your incompetent cabinet, your weak Self-Defense Forces, or your unresponsive 'gods'?"

"you----"

The voice on the other end of the phone was like a bucket of ice water poured over Director Fujita's head.

"Do you really think we're unaware of the tricks your cabinet is playing?"

Lieutenant General Thomas's voice continued.

This completely overwhelmed Director Fujita's anger and resentment.

The island nation has been under American control for so many years, and there are countless pro-American people within its borders;
The information that the cabinet went to the shrine to worship the 'Three Sacred Treasures' but gained nothing has already been obtained by America.

The gods did not respond to the island nation.

What are you waiting for?
"If you want to negotiate, then offer real bargaining chips. Why create cards out of thin air?"

This is America's specialty!
Clang,

The phone fell to the ground from his hand.
Director Fujita lowered his head, looking utterly dejected.

Island nations ultimately lack the qualifications to engage in direct confrontation with the United States: after fighting tooth and nail, the spoils are easily taken away by others.

Bang!
It slammed heavily onto the command platform.
Blood flowed down his fist.

However, no matter how angry, humiliated, or unwilling Director Fujita was, the fact remained:

The American fleet in Yokosuka could easily raze all the island nation's government institutions in Tokyo to the ground.

After the "divine protection" card failed, what can the island nation do? Rely on its locked weapons to try to resist? Or resort to mass seppuku for a laugh?
"Why,"

In the end, all the words I wanted to say were reduced to a long sigh.

Expecting America's mercy?
How can it be!

"Director,"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine"

To others, Director Fujita's distraught appearance didn't seem like he was 'alright' at all.

But what can they do?
Throughout the island nation,

Ultimately, they had no power to resist.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"That won't do,"

Akizuki Ritsu naturally could not allow such a development.

America is used to being the 'world's leader' and wants to dominate everything: although it doesn't matter who is used for experiments, if America is allowed to become stronger, how can we start wars in the future?
Without war, how can various abilities be upgraded?

When will he achieve his goal of breaking out of the solar system?
Chaos is what Akizuki Ritsu wants to see.

"So, I took action."

Since it's a 'fairy tale', it should have the ending that a 'fairy tale' should have.

The princess and the prince lived happily ever after.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Step back, Ms. Inoue!"

"Princess Cinderella, you're under arrest!"

The American 'super soldiers', dressed in exoskeleton powered armor and wearing high-tech night vision goggles, surrounded them from all directions.

The armor they wore was the 'Guardian Type I' manufactured by Lockheed Martin. Originally, due to issues such as exceeding weight limits and problems with Commissioner Smith, the product had been delayed for a long time. This time, thanks to the 'Supernatural Era,' a large sum of money was allocated, and it was immediately sent to the 'front lines.'

That is, island nations

"Step back, Miss, step back."

Besides being wary of the 'Cinderella Princess' on the ground,
Two 'super soldiers' also pointed their Barrett rifles directly at Inoue Kaori.

"You guys."

"Shut up, Number 2!"

With only two bullets remaining in her pistol, Inoue Kaori retreated without hesitation, having no intention of confronting the American soldiers head-on.

"Master, are we just going to let it go like this?"

After retreating more than ten meters, 'Number 2' emerged from the pod with a look of resentment.

How could someone have so blatantly stolen the victory from us?

How could I tolerate this?

"Don't get agitated,"

Kaori Inoue raised her hand, signaling to calm her weapon down.

On one hand, her goal was simply to stop the 'princess from going berserk'; on the other hand, the girl had her own plans.

"It's not that simple."

A story has been told, and a female protagonist has emerged.

So, what about the male lead?
Admittedly, in most fairy tales, the prince is merely a 'tool'; but now that the 'princess' is in trouble, I fear—

Splash,

Just as America's 'super soldiers' surrounded Cinderella, preparing to put her in shackles...

Countless sheets of paper flew out from the nearby building, layering and merging together.

They form a giant 'fairytale book', like a doorway. When the book is opened, flower petals flutter down from the pages, and a magnificent horse, clad in armor, gallops out!

Meanwhile, in fairy tale books all over the world, the story of Cinderella continues to be written out of thin air:

Amidst the wolves' watchful gaze, the princess finds herself in dire straits!
But then the prince rode his white horse like a shooting star through the fog.

The sword light flashed like a divine might descending upon the world—

In the name of the Silver Blade and the Golden Sword!

He shouted,
The cloak billowed up, casting a crimson glow.
"Don't hurt my love!"

? !
tear-

With a swift slash, the two 'super soldiers,' armor and all, were torn apart like paper!
tap tap tap,

Amidst the heavy clatter of hooves, a warhorse clad in magnificent golden armor, carrying a prince clad in equally gleaming golden plate armor, charged into the battlefield.

No, using 'battlefield' to describe it is somewhat inaccurate.

Because this prince, who had charged out so aggressively, merely rode past, his longsword drawing an arc in his hand:
Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!
The 'super soldiers,' who had cost America a great deal of money and were on whom high hopes were placed, were sent flying backwards: with severed limbs and decapitations.

Meanwhile, fairy tales from all over the world describe all of this in various languages:
The armored formation surged like a raging wave.
The prince's golden blade cleaved through the tide of misfortune;

Every strike plays a note of freedom.
Shattered armor fell like a torrent of redemptive snow.

The writing is quite poetic, but the high-ranking officials who witnessed all of this through drones were all cold-handed and utterly horrified.

"Fuck—?!"

At the Yokosuka base, Lieutenant General Thomas, who had been brimming with confidence, suddenly lunged at the command platform in horror.

Just like the previous director, Fujita.

In the blink of an eye,
His 'super soldiers' were already dead without even firing a single shot!
"Shit, shit! How dare he? How dare he?"

If Director Fujita were here, he would surely 'empathize' with Lieutenant General Thomas and then laugh at him mercilessly!

Violence will only succumb to greater violence.

"A book! Give me a book right now!"

At Lieutenant General Thomas's shout, the officer next to him immediately presented him with a copy of Grimm's Fairy Tales.

After the story of Cinderella has been unfolded, words continue to appear out of thin air, writing down passages of text:
Don't be afraid!

The prince dismounted.

He picked up the glass slipper and reached out his hand to the princess.
Like the most glorious chapter in a chivalric romance novel,
Even with thousands of enemy troops surrounding them,

My passionate love will never waver!
Please wait a moment, and I will clear all obstacles for my beloved.

? ?
Could it be——

Upon seeing this, Lieutenant General Thomas suddenly looked up at the base's screen, which showed the prince remounting his horse after taking the princess's hand.

"You despicable thief, how dare you harm my beloved!"

With one hand on his horse and the other holding a golden sword, the prince gave the order.

"Today, in the name of the Crown Prince of the Silvershine Kingdom, I will wipe out the enemy!"

"My warriors, I will charge ahead, and you will follow me to victory—Long live the Silvershine Kingdom!"

"Long live!"

A sound like a mountain roaring and a tsunami erupted from the fairy tale book, which resembled a giant doorway;

One after another, Western European knights, their silver armor gleaming and their bodies completely covered, not a single inch of skin showing, rode out.

Homitz: Cavalry
Essentially, they are the 'chess soldiers' of the Big Mom Pirates.
Don't underestimate them just because they're 'soldiers'; being able to serve as grunts in the New World means they must be quite capable.

Each knight is composed of the souls of a hundred people; moreover, the silver plate armor worn by these knights is a "magical equipment" created by someone using the Devil Fruit power granted to the "prince".

Otherwise, when facing the 'Racing Princess', instead of flying everywhere, she would shatter into pieces on the spot!

Fairy tales are never a paradise for the weak.

Which protagonist doesn't have some kind of 'magic' power?
"Follow me on the expedition!"

Led by the golden-armored prince, this 'steel torrent' strode forward with a thunderous roar, heading towards:

They sped off towards Yokosuka.

???

"This"

"Excellent! Fantastic!"

In the Metropolitan Police Department's command center, Chief Inspector Fujita, having recovered from his shock, clapped his hands in delight.

To think they'd provoked the power of a kingdom from a 'fairytale world'! In that case, these Americans were a lucky and opportune arrival! But what about Ms. Inoue—

My gaze fell on a screen where a large number of silver-armored knights, led by a golden-armored prince, sped off to search for the enemy's trail.

The 'princess', who had been standing there in a daze, finally lowered her eyes.

"Little girl,"

The princess turned around and looked in the direction of Inoue Kaori.

"Can we talk?"

"Okay."

Although I don't know what the other person wants to talk about, it seems like they don't have any hostility.

As long as there's no fighting, everything is negotiable.

"How should I address you, sir?"

As she stepped forward, Inoue Kaori tentatively inquired;

Cinderella, Cinderella, or Princess?

"A defeated general has no right to speak of bravery."