Chapter Eighteen: The Dance Begins

  Against Britannia, defeat the Three Princes, and gain divine assistance...

  The first battle of the White Knights' comeback shocked the entire world, and in an instant, the White Knights attracted the attention of countless people.

  Curly-haired Emperor, Chinese Federation, Xunaziel, EU...

  Under Rukurou's proposal, the White Knight Corps once again issued a declaration of war, vowing to drive Britannia out of Area 11 and restore Japan, standing tall in the world.

  At the same time, dozens of insurgent troops actively responded, and for a while, the Bretons in District 11 were terrified.

  The governor was like a madman seeking help from his motherland.

  "How pathetic." On the virtual screen, the arrogant Emperor Roumao looked at the Third Prince Mugen with disdain, as if he were a dog that had lost its master.

  "Is it just a small rebel army that has made you lose your composure? It's truly shameful for the imperial family."

  After severely scolding the Cupid boy for a while, the Curly-haired Emperor ended the call.

  The next moment, Shunarez came on screen, and the handsome Second Prince appeared.

  "You seem to have gotten yourself into some trouble, my dear brother."

  Even if he didn't want to, the Cupped Hands Man knew the gap between him and Second Brother, so he honestly said: "There is indeed a bit of trouble, but I will solve it quickly."

  He finished speaking and immediately hung up the phone without waiting for Nezzer's reaction.

  Since he was a kid, Cupid Boy has been severely suppressed by Second Prince and another guy.

  When I was young, I didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it, but as I grew older and my thoughts became more complicated, my views on this matter also underwent great changes.

  "Only you, Shunazrael... only you... Don't want to be looked down on by you, one day... one day..."

  The man's face turned red and white by turns, his expression ferocious, gritting his teeth.

  "What's wrong with one day, is his butt going to explode?"

  "Who!" The cupped man exclaimed in surprise, his voice trembling with fear.

  "Don't call out, no one will hear you." I walked in with a calm pace from the window, and looked at the cup boy's face changing colors with a smile that was not quite a smile.

  I slightly bowed my head and smiled at the cupped-hands man, "Hello, Your Highness the Third Prince. It's possible we've never met before, but that's okay, you'll know who I am soon enough."

  "You are a person of the Chinese Federation." The cupped man retreated while moving towards the door.

  "It's useless." I slightly shook my head, "You're now a bird in a cage, can't escape."

  The clumsy man turned around and ran, three steps rushed to the door, grabbed the door handle and twisted it, his face changed from surprise to astonishment in an instant.

  The door was locked tight and couldn't be opened.

  "I told you so, you can't escape." I walked over to the comfortable sofa and sat down, while Cup Man was still trying his best to open the door, but his face was getting more and more desperate.

  "Alright, don't waste your energy." With a casual flick of his hand, the latter suddenly flew backwards, crossing half the living room, and landed right in front of me.

  Facing the sudden change, the Cup Man struggled with all his might.

  I frowned and slapped him hard with a loud slap.

  With a crisp crackle, the cupped man suddenly slumped onto the sofa, motionless.

  "Have you calmed down? If you've calmed down, then listen to me. If you cooperate well, I won't kill you."

  After a long time, the man sat up, his face seemingly calm, but with a hint of fear flickering in the depths of his eyes, and his body trembling incessantly.

  It seems like he hasn't completely calmed down yet.

  But it's okay, he should be able to listen to me now, and that's enough.

  "Your Imperial Highness, the Third Prince, before we begin our conversation, I should probably introduce myself first. You may address me as the First Apostle, [the True Ancestor's First Apostle]."

  The Cup Men's body shook slightly, but there was no strong reaction.

  I nodded in satisfaction and said, "You probably don't know that I'm very dissatisfied with you, extremely dissatisfied."

  Ignoring the expression on the face of the man with the cup, I continued speaking.

  "At first, when you came to District 11 as the governor, I wanted to kill you because of your father, the curly-haired emperor who ignored my words. He foolishly thought he could defeat me. I was furious, extremely furious."

  "But later on, I changed my mind and thought of a better way."

  "I think that just killing you, the Emperor with a perm definitely won't be heartbroken, and will even send someone else to take over as Governor-General, because he is His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of Bretania, the most noble person in the world, it's impossible for him to surrender or admit defeat to a mere terrorist organization."

  "So, I've decided to have you absorbed into the True Ancestor and have you fight against your own father, that foolish Emperor of Hair. When he's defeated by a worthless thing like you, his face is going to look great."

  "But your performance is really disappointing, strategy, wisdom, and means are simply beyond reach."

  Watching the cup boy's face change non-stop, I burst out laughing in my heart.

  What I said about the true ancestor and what countered myself was just casual talk.

  If I really suck Cupid into True Ancestor and make him an apostle, there's no other answer except my head being kicked by a donkey.

  I came here today and said so much nonsense to him because I was bored.

  It's really boring.

  The plot changes, the cup boy is not dead, and whether Cornelia will come back here again remains an unknown number.

  The Battle of Narita-san, I'm not quite sure if it will be the downfall of Japan's Liberation Front.

  However, with Cornelia's personality, the White Knights' revival will surely stir up her fighting spirit, and she'll rush over to annihilate them...

  It was supposed to be like that, but since last time after I had a conversation with Cornelia, everything started to go into an unknown number.

  The death of Zhu Que directly changed countless subsequent plots, and the world seemed to become much more interesting.

  As an outsider, I changed the plot.

  But suddenly, I had another idea, can I still pull the plot back?

  So I came, half because of boredom and half because of this strange idea.

  Thinking of this, I looked at the cup boy's gaze becoming more and more strange. If I killed him here, would the plot return to...

  This is a very tempting idea and an exciting idea.

  Fingers lightly intertwined, thumbs circling back and forth, this idea became more and more intense.

  Shunazeru, Koneeria, Maki Tei, Roido, Ransurotto, Kyōto Roku-ke, Reiseikoku, Kagura Ya...

  One after another, figures flashed through his mind...

  Anyway, since I've come to this world, if I don't live life on my own terms at least once, wouldn't that be a waste?

  And what else can destroy me in this world?

  No, absolutely not.

  So, let me thoroughly follow my own ideas and let the world dance in the palm of my hand.

  Sorry, Mr. Cup Noodles...

  Go die.

  The next day, the third prince was assassinated in his own room, causing a huge sensation.

  The murderer is the first apostle.