I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

The yellow talisman suppressed the curse power within her body, the ropes restricted her movements, and the Ame-no-Murakumo sword that should have been at her side was nowhere to be found!

What the hell? Have I run into some kind of gang? Oh right, the Lu family seems to be a criminal family.

And who exactly attacked me? I only seem to remember seeing a security guard...

For a moment, Ena Kiyoshuin could only stare at the suspicious stains on the ceiling and fall into deep thought. Unfortunately, the memories in her mind were always fragmented and could not be connected, which made her feel really uncomfortable.

This situation continued for an unknown period of time until another voice rang out not far away.

The woman's voice was filled with rage.

"Aaaaaah, that despicable commoner magician!" Erica angrily jumped out of bed, her rage intensifying when she found herself bound. "Not only did he use such a low-down trick to ambush me, but he also imprisoned me, a high knight, in this way only commoners would use! Damn it, who does he think he is—"

"Ahem. I never expected that a Japanese magician would come knocking on my door. Oh, or as you would call her, a shrine maiden?"

When Erica saw Kiyoakiin Megumi on the opposite bed, her elegant yet haughty voice drifted over from afar.

"This kind of magic, which follows traditional family traditions, is really rare."

“I can’t pretend I didn’t hear that,” Kiyoshuin Ena couldn’t help but retort. “And what about that golden retriever, who claims to be some kind of nobleman? How come he’s locked up here too?”

Although she had been training with her husband in the mountains and the underworld, after her birth, the Seishuin family gave her intensive training, including but not limited to Godslayers, Disobedient Gods, and magic societies from all over the world, including this proud golden-haired princess in front of her.

"...Oh, so you're not some ignorant commoner priestess after all." A blond man curled his lip. "Since you know my identity...that means you're also here to find this newly born demon king."

Kiyoshuin Ena smiled noncommittally.

As expected, the red copper was worth the southern slope, and the old man was beautiful and skillful. This was a rare and precious thing.

"So what?" Kiyoshuin Ena straightened up as if asserting her sovereignty. "Are you a disciple who serves the Sword King, or do you want to swear allegiance to the new king like I have?"

"Swear allegiance?" Erica's eyes widened. "What? Don't think I can't tell! You're locked up here because you couldn't find the Demon King!"

"Y-yes...that's true." Kiyoshuin Ena chuckled awkwardly. "But you're not much better off than me, are you?"

The two exchanged a glance and sighed in unison, "Alas."

"No, I have to pull myself together! At least we have to escape!" Erica muttered angrily. "Hey, you over there, witch, what's your name? Let's cooperate for now, at least we have to escape."

“That’s right, Kiyoshuin Ena.” The girl shrugged. “But as you can see, I don’t have the strength to move. And I’ve even lost my weapon.”

"Even without weapons, you shouldn't be unable to cast a single spell, right?" Erica crawled to the bedside, groping her bound hands and rubbing them against the headboard, trying to break the ropes.

The Great Knight was in a better position than the Priestess. His body, honed through long-term training, far surpassed that of ordinary people, even without the ability to use magic. Soon, the ropes binding his wrists were worn through.

"Hmph, that commoner magician, I'll teach him a lesson he won't forget." Erica fiercely ripped the yellow paper off her face, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it. "Ena... can I call you that?"

"Although I'd like to say we're not that close yet, we're in the same boat now, so please feel free to do as you please." Kiyoshuin Ena pursed her lips. "If you could, could you please help me tear off these yellow papers first?"

These yellow papers with crimson runes are the culprits that suppress the cursed power within them, and for Erica and Kiyoshuin Ena, cursed power is always the top priority.

"Phew, finally solved..."

The familiar magical power flowed through her body again. Kiyoshuin Ena raised her finger, and a sharp sword aura swept across her body, causing the thick rope knot to fall to the ground.

Ena Kiyoaki looked at Erica, who was dressed in red: "Aren't you planning to leave?"

"You should get your weapon back, shouldn't you?" Erica brushed her hair aside and waved her hand dismissively. "Besides, I haven't settled my score with that commoner magician yet."

The two walked towards the basement door one after the other, and before they even reached the door, they heard it open.

"It's you!" Erica gritted her teeth. "You unethical commoner magician."

"It's you!" Kiyoakiin Ena's eyes widened. "You're that gatekeeper."

Li Lin stood at the basement door, looking at the two who had broken free of their ropes and regained consciousness, and nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that the new recruits this time are of good quality."

"What are you talking about?" Erica retorted indignantly. "Your Lu family will pay the price for what you've done."

“This is the Main God Space,” Li Lin said, wanting to go all out. “Think carefully, it has already implanted all the information into your minds. Then look at your wrists, those are your Reincarnator Watches.”

Erica and Ena Kiyoshuu both looked down at their wrists... A crooked watch drawn with a pen was painted on their wrists.

How could someone be so bored!

Ignoring Erica, who was frantically rubbing her wrists trying to erase the drawing, Kiyoshuin Ena stepped forward and looked directly at Li Lin: "Please give me back my sword."

"Your sword is my sword."

“Absurd.” Kiyoshuin Ena raised a finger, and her magical power surged.

Although most of her spells require the Kusanagi Sword to be effective, this does not mean that she is useless without it.

Is a sword such an inconvenient thing?

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Li Lin was jumping around on the spot.

"Come on, hit me in the chest!"

"This can be seen as a declaration of war against the Kiyoakiin family... *pfft*"

Before she could finish speaking, the magical power surging on her fingers suddenly reversed direction, causing Ena Kiyoshuin's pupils to shrink, and she clutched her chest and staggered back several steps.

Blood then gushed from her mouth and nose, and Kiyoshuin Ena knelt on the ground, feeling as if a thousand swords were shooting backwards through her chest and abdomen.

Intense pain coursed through her body.

"What did you do to Ena?!" Erica rushed forward and helped Ena Kiyoshuin, who had collapsed to the ground. She carefully channeled her magical power into the priestess's body and discovered that it was riddled with holes.

"I told her to be careful," Li Lin said, uttering something that didn't actually happen, completely shirking responsibility.

Erica released Kiyoakiin Ena, staring angrily at Li Lin. She reached out and pressed her hand into the void before her. A high-pitched and loud horn sound came from afar, accompanied by a faint war song.

Amidst the clanging of metal, the steel lion poked its head out, opening its massive jaws, and Erica reached her right hand inside.

"The Steel Lion and the Lionheart King as their Ancestor—Hear the oath of Knight Erica Brantelli."

“I am the heir of the Horned Flute, a descendant of the Black Knight. If my heart does not yield, my sword will never break.”

"Lionheart, the essence of struggle is now revealed in my hands. The time for the duel has come—Reinhardt!"

At that moment, a stirring melody and hymn resounded!

Metal lions cleared the way, and majestic, brilliant blades spewed forth from the void. Erica's five fingers gripped the hilt, holding this weapon capable of threatening even the gods in her hands.

Almost simultaneously, she raised the Brilliant Sword in her hand, and the basement was thrown into chaos by the sudden storm, with the walls peeling away inch by inch.

“I don’t know what kind of spell you used, but you’ve angered me.” Erica’s long golden hair fluttered in the wind like a burning flag, and a high-pitched chant burst forth from her throat again, “Argus, Strobes, Brontes, grant my sword the protection of thunder!”

Thunder roared, and wind and thunder erupted!

In the basement, which was originally isolated from the sky, a sharp roar that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth suddenly rang out, and the dim basement was illuminated by violent lightning.

Argus, Stromes, and Brontë were the brothers of the Greek god Cronus, three Cyclopes who rivaled the Titans and were the masters of storms, thunder, and vengeful spirits.

Erica didn't know what tricks Li Lin had used, but one principle was universal—killing the caster would automatically dispel the spell!

"stop!"

When everything seemed to have lost its luster under the raging thunder, leaving only the terrifying silhouette of the lightning-enchanted sword, a hoarse voice suddenly rang out in the basement.

Kiyoshuin Ena supported herself with her arms and shouted hoarsely.

Her eyes shone so brightly against her blood-stained face.

Kiyoshuin Ena struggled to her feet, standing in front of Erica's blade, her face contorted with pain: "If you want to harm my lord, you'll have to step over my body!"

"are you crazy!"

Erica's hands began to tremble. "Wasn't it him who hurt you?!"

“No, you’re wrong, Erica Brantelli.” Seichoin Ena took a deep breath. “It’s because all the magic families in Japan are under a covenant between a king and a god. We must never point our swords at the king in this world.”

The lightning flashed and disappeared, leaving the basement dark again. The sudden changes in light and darkness posed a great challenge to one's eyesight, but none of the three people in the room were normal.

Erica's cheeks flushed slightly, and her thin shoulders trembled slightly.

So, so—

“Yes, that’s right.” Kiyoshuin Ena nodded. “That wasn’t my lord’s doing, but rather the backlash from my overestimation of my abilities. The one before you is the new king who killed the disobedient god, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, and entered the Netherworld with audacity, signing a non-aggression pact… Although the title of king has not yet been decided, the king’s authority cannot be challenged, wow.”

Kiyoshiko was spitting blood as she spoke.

Li Lin clicked his tongue, pulled out Xin Yue, and tossed it to Qing Qiuyuan Hui Na.

thump—

Her heart pounded like a drum, and Kiyoshuin Ena was astonished to find that her injuries had completely healed. Moreover, even the hidden injuries she had sustained during training had miraculously healed during this treatment.

"The Holy Sword Seven-Branched Blade... no, it should be the origin of the Seven-Leaf Greatsword secretly kept in the family. This sword is the prototype of all the seven-branched blades!"

There is more than one Seven-Branched Sword in the world. This thing is like Muramasa and Longquan; it is a type of sword and a brand.

As one of the four great families, the Kiyoshuin family has kept countless swords since ancient times, including the "Seven-Leaf Greatsword" which is extremely similar in design to Shin-chan.

It is said that these were ceremonial objects presented by the Silla Kingdom in exchange for Japan's protection. In response, Japan chose to send troops, but suffered a crushing defeat at the Baekgang Estuary and never recovered.

Ena Kiyoshuu originally thought that the Seven-Leaf Greatsword in her family's collection was the oldest of the seven swords, but when she touched Kokoro, she realized that everything else was just a clumsy forgery.

Just like the sacred sword, the seven swords are not weapons that should be used to chop and kill. They should be ritual objects enshrined in shrines, responsible for protection and enlightenment.

The wounds on Kiyoshuuin's arm caused by the rampaging curse power healed quickly, leaving only a thin scab in the blink of an eye.

Just as I was writing something, I saw Li Lin reach out and press on Qingqiuyuan Ena's arm, groping to the edge of the scab, and then tearing it off forcefully.