They've already fought their way through the Holy Grail War, and you still call them dragons?

"They said they were organizing a formal burial ceremony for their former patriarch, Tachibana Masamune, and they've even summoned all the family members from outside Tokyo," Emiya said. "They even invited me. It feels like this isn't just a funeral, or maybe it's just a cover."

Minamoto hadn't disclosed the true nature of Tachibana Masamune's identity to his subordinates. After all, the Snake Eight Clan still had to maintain their reputation. He probably wanted to use this opportunity to publicly express his stance on certain matters.

Emiya guessed that he wouldn't be the only outsider invited.

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It was late at night and maid Xia Mi's work was still not finished. She was thinking about how to make a "decisive move", but unfortunately she couldn't come up with a solution.

She was now carrying a tray in one hand as she walked towards Nuonuo's room. As for what the box on the tray was for, she still had no idea.

Knock, knock, knock. Xia Mi knocked gently on the door.

She heard the people in the room say, "Unpack the boxes and bring the things in. When you're done, come back and clean up."

Xia Mi did as she was told, and out of the box fell a bunch of pink and purple plastic vacuum packages. "?"

Wait a minute, this shape, could it be... a condom!?

She pushed open the door, her expression instantly changing as she was deeply shocked. A man, a woman, and a female dragon... Ahhh! A threesome!

So... I just have to wait until they finish and then come in to clean up?

Xia Mi originally thought that she had a chance to set up the game... but it turned out that she was the challenger?

Chapter 257: I can’t spray it, this is the real Susano

The next day, the sky was dim in the morning after a heavy rain. Xia Mi opened her eyes sleepily. Ling was like a ghost staring at her from the crack of a half-closed door. She stared at her with lifeless eyes and said:

"Xia Mi, you woke up three minutes and 53 seconds later today than last night—"

"Ahhh, I was wrong, I was wrong! I'll get up right now!"

Xia Mi shook her head, forcibly dispelling the lewd images that flashed and replayed in her mind. Damn her maid duties! She'd actually been forced to stay there and listen for hours last night! And the noise was so loud!

...But think about it from another perspective. There's a godslayer, a demigod, and a pure-blooded dragon. There isn't a single normal person among them. How can there not be a lot of noise?

"Hurry up, just like yesterday, change into the indoor style, and prepare the long style hanging next to it so that you can change it at any time when you have a trip."

"Yes Yes."

Xia Mi weakly responded twice. Last night, because they had been fighting for too long, the cleaning work she was responsible for was delayed until very late. Xia Mi didn't find time to return to her bed and close her eyes until the early morning. However, she was the Dragon King after all, so sleep was not a big problem. But the key point was...

Crackle, snap.

She swiftly took off her wet stockings and shorts and threw them into the laundry basket.

It was all because they made such a loud noise that she even had a reaction.

It's so torturous. It's so hard to hold it in.

As Xia Mi quickly wiped her inner thighs clean and put on new tights, she lamented inwardly. Life is full of ups and downs. There will always be more hardship and suffering waiting for her ahead.

Thinking back to the time when she first arrived in Tokyo and held the Holy Grail War, she was full of energy and enthusiasm, chatting and laughing, imagining a bright future. But who knew that success and failure would turn out to be nothing? One wrong step would lead to another. Xia Mi's own mistakes ruined her bright vision of a future.

What remains ahead is only the cold and chilly reality.

Xia Mi sighed quietly, and as if to numb herself, she began to imagine how she would escape slavery in the future, regain power, and step on Emiya's big face with her own pair of beautiful jade feet...

"...Hurry up! Why are you still dragging your feet!" There were knocks on the door a few times, and Zero's voice was urging from outside.

"Oh oh got it!"

Xia Mi instantly regained consciousness and responded humbly like a little minion.

In the days that followed, Xia Mi continued to live a life that she thought had no chance of making a breakthrough.

As usual, they serve the daily lives of the gentlemen and ladies, living a black and white life without any personal freedom.

Occasionally, she would find Melyuzina and ask a few questions.

Basically, the content was meaningless. She either asked about the situation in the outside world or was curious about why this fellow dragon was so close to humans... As for the topic of sex, she would not ask about it actively.

For example, on this day, Xia Mi saw Melyuchina sitting alone under the eaves, watching the almost endless rain outside, and walked over.

In fact, until just now, Melyuchina was still dozing off, and Xia Mi's approach made her wake up instantly.

Melyuzina said directly, "Are you looking for Fenrir? He's eating well in the mountains. I brought him the cucumber-flavored potato chips you specifically requested."

She did not refuse to communicate with her own kind. Although Xia Mi was relatively weak, at least this guy was very familiar with humans and had a lot of thoughts.

The downside is that there are always some things that are overlooked and omitted. No wonder Emiya punished Xia Mi. Really, if you are not capable enough and not strong enough, why do you choose to possess so much? Greed is like swallowing an elephant.

"Is that so? Thank you. If Fenrir asks about me, just tell him I'm doing well."

Xia Mi said this as if she were a humble, good girl who had been kidnapped by bandits. "Don't dig a hole underground to look for me in the middle of the night."

Xia Mi needed Melyuchina, who could come and go freely, to take care of Fenrir, but she didn't dare tell Fenrir the truth about her life, for fear that Fenrir would overthink it, or perhaps not fully understand it, and simply think, "My sister has been arrested and locked up! I have to go save her!"

That would be a big trouble.

Melyuchina nodded after hearing this and said, "I will relay this to you verbatim."

The two talked for a moment, and Melyuchina accepted Xia Mi's bag of potato chips, flew into the rain, and disappeared as a blurry shadow.

"Xiaya."

The humble maid shuddered at the shouting coming from behind, and quickly turned to look at Zero, who had a cold expression.

Even if ordinary people saw Ling's expression, they would subconsciously have the impression that "this girl is not easy to mess with" or "she has a bad temper". However, after being in contact with her for a long time, Xia Mi discovered that Ling was born with an expressionless and indifferent face.

"Here! What are your orders, Master Zero?"

"Go, change into long clothes. Emiya and the others are going out today, and you, as their attendant, will follow them."

"I understand!" Xia Mi hurried back to her room in small steps, her heart pounding.

She was a little embarrassed about having to dress as a maid and serve as an attendant.

But in order to gain spiritual comfort and get rid of shame, Xia Mi hinted to herself that she had also managed to become the little follower of the God Slayer Emiya-sama, which was a unique achievement among all the Dragon Kings, unprecedented and unparalleled!

In the future, if I occasionally meet fellow dragons when I go out, if they want to mock me, they have to consider the gap in strength between themselves and Emiya.

As the saying goes, when beating a dog, you have to consider the owner!

Thus, Xia Mi gradually accepted her identity as a maid through unconscious self-suggestion PUA.

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In the middle of summer in the year 2004, a gathering of the eight families of the Snake family in Tokyo took place at their family shrine for a purification ceremony. All the wise men, young and old, gathered...

No, to be precise, the purpose of so many people from all walks of life gathering here was to hold a grand funeral ceremony for the previous patriarch and many family colleagues who died heroically in the disaster of the Holy Grail War.

The core figures of this ceremony are naturally Yuan Zhisheng, the current head of the family, and the heads of the other eight surnames.

The main priests who presided over the funeral ceremony were the priests from the Eight Clans of Sheqi.

As for the guests who came from afar, the vast majority of them were staff from the Sheqi Eight Families.

In addition to some familiar faces, there are also stationed personnel from the Sheqi Eight Clans from all over the place. Some are senior elders responsible for guarding the family territory, some are senior cadres of the Executive Bureau, and some are even leaders of the Sheqi Eight Clans' overseas industries.

Most of these unfamiliar faces were members who had not personally witnessed the Tokyo Incident and the tragedy of the Holy Grail War.

Therefore, after being suddenly summoned back to headquarters and witnessing such a large number of sacrifices and such a large scale of destruction, most of them felt incredible.

Not everyone can witness the spectacular spectacle of heroic battles, or the terrifying might of gods fighting against each other.

And those satellite images taken are destined to be known only to the top leaders of major countries and the heads of these family forces.

Therefore, when Emiya, and Eri, Nono, and Natsumi who followed behind him entered the scene, they received a lot of curious and scrutinizing glances.

Amid the buzz of discussion in the meeting hall, the occasional question would be, "What family does this outstanding person come from? How old is he? Is he married?"

"This is strange. Is the person next to him the Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto of our family legend? But the other one looks very similar. I've never heard of Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto having twins. Is it because my eyes are blurring..."

It sounds like a common topic among the older generation on blind dates, but upon closer inspection, it is essentially another matter. In short, it is a bond of interests using marriage as an excuse.

Here, almost everyone uses words as a means and themselves as bargaining chips to talk with each other or exchange interests. Even if this is a solemn funeral.

Emiya didn't care about these people's speculations and flattery. He led the three women and sat in the VIP seats in the front row, even higher than the family elders, in front of their astonished gazes.

"What are you looking at!"

After Xia Mi noticed these gazes and subtle discussions, she scolded them in a very intimidating manner, "We are the distinguished guests personally invited by the head of the family!"

My noble Lord God Slayer, how can I allow you to bark and bite recklessly?

"Why do you care about them?" Emiya felt that there was no need for Xia Mi to do anything unnecessary, and he would not have any more interactions with these people. "Instead of wasting time, why not seize the time and sit down!"

"No," Xia Mi resisted the order in the face of Emiya's strange look, "As a qualified maid, I will not sit at the same table with adults."

"..." Emiya thought, "We haven't seen each other for a few days, and you've already gotten into the role?" According to her usual temperament, Xia Mi should have sat down happily, feeling relieved.

He remembered the training plan for the maid Xia Mi. With Nono's planning and Zero's execution, how could the effect be so good?

After a moment, the venue suddenly fell silent. The ceremony had reached a crucial stage, and Yuan Zhisheng needed to speak at this moment:

"...In this tragic incident, Mr. Masamune lost his life, and over a thousand of his family members perished! Undeterred by the wave of monsters ravaging Tokyo, they fought bravely and played a crucial role in supporting the subsequent operations and controlling the situation..."

"Here, I commend them and distribute the pensions to their families. I also promise to allocate a portion of the family funds to be used exclusively for the support and care of their families..."

Yuan Zhisheng gave a long speech and held a compensation awarding ceremony, but finally changed the subject:

"...Furthermore, while the Holy Grail War undoubtedly brought great suffering to countless families, the death of God also marked the end of our family's destiny! Gentlemen, after we bid farewell to our sacrifices, we will usher in a brand new era! This is exciting news!"

The atmosphere gradually became heated.

Emiya looked around and, as expected, many people didn't look very surprised. They didn't think that a mere funeral was worth recalling the members of the Snake Eight Clans from all over the world.

The highlight has just begun!

"While some of you present here may or may not be aware, within our family, the titles of 'Amaterasu-no-Mikoto', 'Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto', and 'Susanoo-no-Mikoto' have been passed down through the generations."

I only heard Minamoto no Chisei say solemnly, "This new step begins with the election of the new generation of 'Susanoo no Mikoto'!"

"what?"

Emiya suddenly noticed that Minamoto no Chisei focused his gaze on him.

Chapter 258 Do you dare to resist me who possesses the power of Susanoo?

Genji looked at Emiya and continued:

"If Amaterasu is the sun that leads the family, and Tsukuyomi is the moon hidden within the family, then Susanoo is the bravest god of war and the most powerful swordsman outside the family!"

"At the same time, he is also the God-killer who cut off our family's fate!"

The entire place fell silent. Everyone couldn't help but follow Minamoto Chisei's gaze and look towards Emiya.

At this moment, the beautiful woman Sakurai Nanami suddenly came over and said, "Master Emiya, please come in."

In her hands she held a red robe, which looked a bit like the holy cloth that Red A wore, but the fabric and pattern looked exquisite and gorgeous, and it was purely a decorative garment.

Emiya took a closer look. At least it wasn't a yellow robe.

He was a little puzzled, "What exactly is the meaning of this?"

The head of the Sakurai family met the gazes of Nono and the others and replied with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm not inviting you to join the family. On the contrary, the power of the Eight Snake Families will be at your disposal in the future."

She extended a hand, beckoning Emiya to come forward, and at the same time, she put a bright red robe on him.

"...Really? Next time, tell me in advance about this kind of thing." Emiya walked forward and stepped onto the stage amid the surprised gazes of everyone present. He put one hand on his shoulder to hold up the big red robe to prevent it from falling.

At the same time, Emiya also saw that in the VIP seats on the other side, there was a silver-haired old man wearing a black suit and a rose on his chest, smiling at him. Next to the old man was the head of the Inuyama family, Inuyama He. In addition, there was an old man in a cowboy hat drinking by himself, and the head of the Fuma family.

They can be said to be a group of seniors gathered around a table.

Emiya was not in the same row with them, but under the guidance of Minamoto no Chisei, he came to the position of the Shadow Emperor of the Eight Snake Families... and a higher place.

What the hell? What’s the point of being taller than Yuan Zhisheng, the emperor?

Emiya walked up the stairs and opened the red curtain. When he sat down, he found that there was another familiar old man sitting in the same row next to him, Uesugi Yue!

Wow, now he is really equivalent to the emperor.

"Master Yue, we meet again."

"Hmph." Master Yue didn't really want to talk to the person who kidnapped his daughter.

Uesugi Yue actually didn't want to come back to take care of the family, but his son repeatedly asked him to come and help the family. He said it was to open a new chapter in the family's revitalization, so he couldn't refuse. He had to agree to come and support the family. Who knew that this would happen?

Uesugi Yue opened his mouth, but felt it was inappropriate to remain silent. After a moment's thought, he finally said, "Eryi... I heard she's back from a trip to France. I wonder if she enjoyed it?"

A sour taste couldn't help but emerge from his words, lingering in the small space of the "emperor's" seat.