A Siscon, Not an Abishag / Hime's Big Crisis

"It's alright, Jeanne d'Arc is happy to see you here," Shirou said, turning to the girl.

"It really is you, Shirou. I've heard about your current situation. May the Lord protect you." The Saintess clasped her hands together devoutly and prayed for Shirou.

"Jeanne d'Arc, why are you here?" Shirou asked, voicing the question that had been bothering him. This world, though full of fantasy, did not actually possess magic.

Jeanne d'Arc' Arc laughed and said, "I'm not entirely sure either, but we had a really fun comic convention in Hawaii before, and we wanted to go again. Then one day, a portal of light appeared in Chaldea and invited us. So we came. But we won't be staying in this world for too long; we just want to enjoy this event as a short vacation."

"Did you see the sea receding? By the way, are you two acquaintances?" Eriri asked, shaking her head in surprise, completely bewildered. Her blonde hair attribute was repeated, and... her breasts had lost! Eriri sensed a major crisis!

"Is that so? In that case, I won't bother you any longer." Shirou nodded. He didn't sense any malice. Perhaps, as Jeanne d'Arc said, this was just a celebration.

"Yes, we'll meet again if fate allows, and in another world, I'm still running a café with you, Shirou," Jeanne d'Arc said with a smile.

"Well, whatever makes you happy, but don't go too far with your recklessness," Shirou cautioned, since this guy could be even more reckless than the silver-haired one when he got going.

"Goodbye then," Shirou said, waving to the girl.

"Yes, goodbye," Jeanne d'Arc replied with a smile and a wave.

"Ahhh... why isn't there a cute little sister who's naked, smooth, and soft all over, and I can rub her!"

A sigh escaped from the crowd, and the voice belonged to a young girl.

Chapter 701 is about a sister complex, not a monster.

"Naked?"

"Prpr?!"

"A cute little sister?"

The speech, delivered amidst the crowd, was like a thunderclap; the previously noisy space fell silent for a moment. All eyes turned to the speaker.

The atmosphere became even stranger when they saw that the other side was a rather odd group.

First up is a black-haired girl with a sinister aura, dressed in a black gothic lolita outfit. She has a beauty mark at the corner of her eye, which makes her look a little charming. Although she is very cute, the mysterious aura she deliberately exudes by staring at her eyes makes her seem to be on a different wavelength from ordinary people.

Standing next to her was a tall, quintessential otaku woman, over 1.8 meters tall, wearing large, round, mosquito-coil-shaped glasses, a headscarf, and a plaid shirt tucked into her pants. Two posters were tucked into her backpack. The surrounding otaku, having identified these two as kindred spirits, shifted their gaze to the other person.

While these two outfits may seem the most unique, at a comic convention, cross-dressing is perfectly acceptable, no matter how outlandish your costume. On the contrary, it's the flamboyant, trendy girls dressed in the latest fashions who are considered oddballs.

And now there are two such hot girls. One has long orange hair and an aggressive aura, like that pretty girl in class who bullies others and says things like, "You're such a grown-up, why are you still watching cartoons?" The other is a refined lady with black hair, but when you look into her eyes, you can vaguely sense a kind of disdain for otaku.

The two women are both stylish, pretty, and cute, like print models in a magazine. If they were to appear on a trendy street like Shinjuku or Shibuya, they would be considered youthful and beautiful, without any sense of incongruity. However, at the Comic Con, they look like aliens, and they both have round faces.

As for the unremarkable young man accompanying them, he was selectively ignored by everyone.

"Idiots... Your outfits are too eye-catching, and you're saying things like that." The black-haired girl in gothic lolita fashion pointed at the fashionable girl with long orange-brown hair and scolded her.

"What... I was just expressing my opinion, what's wrong with that! If you love your sister, of course you'll love all of her, right? Do you love someone when they're clothed, and then they take their clothes off, and you stop loving them? You dark-haired bitch~!" The round-faced girl with long orange hair retorted indignantly.

"What kind of attitude is that... I was just trying to give you a friendly reminder, you slut!"

"Well, Kuro Neko Cat, Little Tongtong, you should both compromise," the tall otaku woman advised.

"Why? They're all looking at us strangely. Don't they know that's very impolite?" the stylish black-haired girl next to them said, looking annoyed.

"No, no, Ayase- chan, it's best not to stir up trouble right now," the unassuming man advised hesitantly.

Shirou encountered a familiar face again. Although they weren't very close, Shirou remembered seeing a girl with various delinquent tendencies at school before.

My sister and her group appeared here.

"Whoa, such an out-of-place person has appeared here. And I just heard the 'big death' speech. It's not even the third day yet." Eriri said with a sigh, hiding behind Shirou.

She seemed to want to avoid getting involved with those people, but Eriri usually pays a lot of attention to her image. Her persona is that of a genius in the art club, a well-bred young lady who has nothing to do with things like manga.

The act of exposing herself to the public eye like a young girl made her very uncomfortable, and she was afraid of being implicated.

"So can't you be a little more considerate of the occasion? You hopeless lolicon!" the Kuro Neko said, looking at Kirino.

"I'll say it again, I'm a siscon! But not a lolicon! Don't you understand this basic principle with your dark mind?" Kirino corrected.

"Oh dear, who exactly is the person who's lusting after elementary school students? No matter how much you deny it, your actions and thoughts will only earn you one thing in society, you understand? A hen---a slut." Kuro Neko said sarcastically.

"Um... what are Kirino and the others arguing about? Sis? Loli?" Aragaki Ayase asked, looking puzzled.

"Haha, now's the time for us to get involved, Ayase," Saori Bagina said with a laugh.

"Alright, stop arguing in front of so many people," Kousaka Kyousuke, the oldest person there, stepping forward to mediate.

"Shut up!" x2! The two girls glared back fiercely, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Yes..." Kousaka Kyousuke recognized me once again. He seemed to have never possessed the authority of an older brother?

The argument between the two escalated, attracting the attention of those around them. Kousaka Kyousuke, sensing trouble, stepped forward and said, "I just said I love cute little sisters the most! Ahh! I want to see! I want to see cute little sisters in naughty pictures! If I didn't have cute little sisters, I couldn't live anymore! Is there anything wrong with that?"

Kousaka Kyousuke roared in a fit of rage, though he was actually just imitating his younger sister in his daily life.

The girl with long orange hair standing to the side blushed deeply and muttered under her breath, "Idiot..."

"That's true... utterly hopeless." The other girls also looked displeased.

"Kyousuke..." Only Saori Bajeena looked at the man pitifully.

However, passersby were not convinced.

"Huh? Did you just hear someone talking about a naked little sister?"

"Yeah, I heard that too, and there was 'prpr'," someone chimed in.

"Ahhh..." Seeing that he couldn't fool them anymore, Kousaka Kyousuke gritted his teeth and had no choice but to go all out. To save his sister's face, he suddenly stood up and, like a lustful maniac, waved his hands and shouted, "Yeah! I'm right! I really want to see my sister's loli doujinshi! The law can't stop me anymore!"

"Ah... so he's a pervert."

"Another one broke down. What's wrong with Japan...?"

"It's because of people like this that the reputation of 'otaku' is getting worse and worse."

Kousaka Kyousuke stopped his performance and froze on the spot. His plan had worked, but he had attracted the stares of those around him who were looking at him strangely. Many people silently put a few steps away from him. In the crowded anime convention venue, only the area around him was empty.

In preparation for the 2020 Tokyo Olympics, Japan became stricter in all aspects, including restrictions on loli characters. The concept of a "legal loli" disappeared. In doujinshi (fan-made comics), drawing any R18 doujinshi featuring a loli body type was considered a crime.

Because of the new regulations, writers have faced many restrictions, and it's almost impossible to find books featuring young girls that they like. There are only some books for all ages, which makes those who are true to their desires feel somewhat disappointed.

"That was a warrior."

Comrade! You are not alone!

Some otaku looked at Kousaka Kyousuke with great emotion. He was slightly chubby with a green tie on his head, holding a life-sized body pillow in his hands, and a tall, thin man with buck teeth like a mouse was staring at them. Despite being a typical otaku with dark circles under his eyes, he suddenly had bright, sparkling eyes.

All that's missing is unzipping his pants and asking, "Want to have some fun?"

"Don't look at me like I've found a kindred spirit!" Kousaka Kyousuke thought to himself, but he still forced a nod and said in a magnetic voice, "Goodbye!"

"Yes, Chief!!!" The otaku saluted him.

"That boy must be quite popular, right? You can't judge a book by its cover," Shirou said, somewhat surprised, as he looked at Kousaka Kyousuke.

For some reason, Shirou sensed something from him that belonged to the one in Chaldea. Perhaps Shirou could just tell him directly that there is no Abisha here.

That said, Abisha was the young girl whom King David held in his arms and slept with in his later years. So, besides being Roman's biological father, King David was not only a lecherous scoundrel, but also a lolicon, possessing a surprisingly diverse range of traits.

"No, no, no, Shirou, stay away from him!" Eriri quickly grabbed Shirou's clothes and warned him.

"Hmm?" Shirou looked at the girl with a puzzled expression.

"Alright, we still need to go buy the doujinshi that Princess and Kouko-san want, otherwise they won't be able to buy them if we go too late." Eriri pushed Shirou away.

"Brother, if I see you holding that kind of book within a hundred meters of Kirino, I will kill you immediately and then commit suicide." Aragaki Ayase said, her face dark and her whole demeanor unusually gloomy. Well, perhaps she was the most abnormal one here.

"Eh... Ayase- chan?" Kousaka Kyousuke felt a chill run down his spine; the adorable Sister Ayase didn't seem to be just saying it casually.

Chapter 702 Hime no Toki's Great Crisis

After leaving the noisy group, Shirou and Eriri split up to queue at various stalls, buying the doujinshi, merchandise, and novels that Hime no Toki and Kouko-san needed. They arrived in time, as it's rare for a product like Jeanne d'Arc to sell out so quickly after the show started.

Even for products from more popular guilds, selling a thousand copies during a single "Holy War" is already quite impressive. Of course, some super-powerful guilds have made a fortune selling game discs and then gone on to start their own game companies.

For example, from visual novels to fighting games, from animation and handheld consoles to mobile games and arcade games, they have covered everything and created a super IP. However, there can only be one such existence.

Visual novels aren't as popular anymore, and even if they are adapted into anime, it's rare to see high-quality ones.

Shirou and Eriri returned to Hime no Toki and Kouko-san's stall, only to find it empty. The table was bare, and the notebooks that had been there seemed to have been put away.

Just as Shirou and Eriri were wondering what was going on, Kouko-san, wearing a purple-black dress, walked over.

"Ah, since most of the books have already been sold out, I went to visit a friend's stall," Kouko-san explained to the two of them, holding several of the books she had exchanged in her arms.

Since they're all within the small circle of doujinshi artists, some artists will greet each other and exchange their work, which is a way of building a small community among peers. Once they get to know each other, they can even give each other compliments.

"What about Osakabe-chan?" Eriri asked, puzzled. Hime no Toki's personality didn't seem like she would interact with people.

"Ah, the Princess has gone out to play by herself," Kouko-san said.

"We haven't seen her on our way back," Eriri said.

"Eriri, Kouko-san, you two rest here for a while. I'll go find her and bring her back," Shirou said, walking in the opposite direction from where he had come from.

This was not far from the women's restroom.

"Hey, you're so cute! What character are you cosplaying? Can I take a picture?" A man carrying a DSLR camera suddenly blocked the girl's path.

"Princess, I'm not cosplaying. Princess 're just passing by. Please let me through," Hime no Toki Osakabe explained.

"Princess? A verbal tic? How cute. Don't say that, let me take a few pictures and I'll let you pass." The man with the camera said with a lewd smile.

"Eh?" Hime no Toki said, looking troubled.

"Ugh... here we go again, you tasteless Voldemort," someone nearby sighed softly.

"Someone should stop him! Otherwise, that girl will be so pitiful."

"But if it gets in Voldemort's way, he'll take lots of pictures and post them online."

The man with the camera suddenly crouched down and lay on the ground, blocking Hime no Toki's path. He then took a series of photos of her with his camera, the blinding flash constantly shining on Hime no Toki face.

"Heh heh! You either step over me, or you agree to let me take your picture, hehe, or you can just stay here in this pose." The man lying on the ground, holding a camera, said with a sinister smile.

"Waaah... Princess, could this be a major crisis..." Hime no Toki's expression changed. She hadn't expected to encounter Voldemort. To leave a good impression on her readers, she abandoned her usual listless demeanor at home and carefully dressed up before leaving the house, putting on her favorite pink dress. She was indeed a stunning beauty, well, if she just stood there doing nothing.

However, because she was wearing a skirt instead of loose sweatpants for loungewear, if she got too close to the man's camera lying on the ground, her skirt would be completely exposed. Hime no Toki was caught in a dilemma.

At that moment, a pair of hands covered the camera lens and lifted the camera before Voldemort could react.

"Alright, sir, that's enough of the pranks. I'm leaving with my companion."

"Shirou- chan!" Hime no Toki exclaimed excitedly, running up behind Shirou.

Voldemort was immediately intimidated when he saw Shirou, who, although younger, was well-trained and much stronger.

However, seeing that Shirou didn't make a move, he mustered some courage and hesitantly said, "Um... what do you want to do? Are you going to use violence? Let me tell you, if you dare to hurt me, you'll be arrested by the police and permanently banned from attending comic conventions!"

"Well, I never intended to use violence. Let's just leave." Shirou put the camera on the ground and took Hime no Toki's hand as they walked away.

"Huh? Are we just going to let him go like that?" Hime no Toki asked in surprise.

"Alright, come with me," Shirou said calmly.

Of course, he didn't do nothing. Although he couldn't use magic, Shirou had some knowledge of the structure of all digital devices and high-tech equipment. So when he touched the other party's camera, Shirou quickly twisted and turned it dark, directly formatting the camera and erasing all the data.

At this moment, Voldemort got up from the ground, revealing a gloomy face, and said, "Tsk... another bitch. I'll upload all your photos online!"

However, as soon as he picked up the camera, he immediately realized something was wrong.

"How could this be? My... my treasures!? They're all gone!" Voldemort cried out in terror, clutching his head.

At that moment, two hands were placed on his shoulders. They were security personnel from the convention, who said, "Someone reported your uncivilized behavior."

"You have no evidence, don't make baseless accusations! My camera didn't take any pictures!" Voldemort retorted.

"This is the video used to report you. The evidence is irrefutable. You're coming with us!" The guard took out his phone, opened the video online, and said in an unyielding manner.

Although it may not have been as timely, the bad guys were still punished.

Hime no Toki followed Shirou back to the stall and met up with Eriri and Kouko-san.

"Thank you~!" Hime no Toki hugged the bags that belonged to her.

"Shall we head back now?" Shirou suggested.

"No! Of course we're going shopping now! Shopping! I told you to go to the popular stalls, now let's go to the less popular ones!" Hime no Toki said matter-of-factly.

Several hours later... the day's exhibition was drawing to a close, and Shirou and the others finally dragged Hime no Toki out.

"A great harvest, a great harvest! As expected, my plan to release two more doujinshi featuring married women in kimonos was correct. They've been a huge hit. It's true... it's so easy to make money off otaku." Hime no Toki covered her mouth and said with a smug smile.

"Hey, is it really okay for you to talk about yourself like that?" Shirou retorted. At this moment, Hime no Toki was also carrying large bags and small bags filled with all sorts of spoils. Although she hadn't distributed the money from selling the doujinshi yet, Hime no Toki had already spent all her savings.