Yaoguai: I Ran into a Gravity-Wielding Human for Life and Couldn't Beat Him No Matter How Hard I Tried / Any Evil Fairy Will Be Brought to Justice!

"Are we friends?" Halfway through the meal, Wakaba Mutsuki suddenly looked up and asked Qianyi this baffling question.

Shoko reached out and pushed her head back down. "Don't talk. Keep eating."

Humans couldn't be friends with gods, Mutsuki.

What if one day he suddenly descended from the sky and told you, "I've enacted the Band Dissolution Tax. Not only will bands that disband in the future be taxed, but bands that disbanded in the past will be taxed too. And you dared to disband CRYCHIC. Each of you will be fined ten million in Band Dissolution Tax. If you don't pay up or put CRYCHIC back together, then go become close-range observers for Tens of Thousands of Proverbs."

Shoko had successfully protected Wakaba Mutsuki!

"Could you leave us a good review?" After they finished eating, the waiter came over again.

"We have somewhere to be." Qianyi decisively refused.

Seeing that Qianyi was not easy to deal with, the waiter turned to the more approachable Wakaba Mutsuki. "Miss, could you leave us a good review? It'll only take a moment. It won't delay you for long."

Having no idea how to deal with this sudden attack, Wakaba Mutsuki stood there blankly. Just as she was about to instinctively agree, Qianyi refused for her. "I said we have somewhere to be. It's urgent. Are your ears broken?"

"If you leave a good review, we can give you a free piece of fruit."

"Really? Then sure." Qianyi, who had been pushing Wakaba Mutsuki and Shoko toward the exit, instantly stopped, turned around, and handed over his phone. Once the waiter had entered the positive review, he decisively picked up the most conspicuous Musang King Durian placed by the storefront. "I'll take this one, thank you. You're such a nice person. I'll come again next time."

Having said that, Qianyi was already like Otto in a wheelchair, sprinting, sprinting, sprinting madly. In the blink of an eye, only his retreating figure remained.

Waiter: "?"

Wakaba Mutsuki: "??"

Toyokawa Shoko: "???"

Without time to think too much, Toyokawa Shoko almost instinctively grabbed Wakaba Mutsuki and started running.

It had clearly been just a simple meal, yet Wakaba Mutsuki felt exceptionally happy. This feeling was just like back when she had been in CRYCHIC—no, even happier than that, because it carried an especially intense, heavy-metal rock sensation.

Could this be the true music I wanted to convey through my guitar?

Thinking that, even her steps became a little lighter.

???

"This is a gift. That place you recommended yesterday, Ryo, was really great." Qianyi solemnly placed the durian he had claimed for free with a five-star review into Yamada Ryo's hands.

It had to be said that yesterday's meal had indeed been comfortable. There had even been dessert after dinner, followed by some post-meal exercise. Qianyi wanted to come more often in the future and leave them more five-star reviews.

But Shoko seemed not to have enjoyed the meal very much. While he had been sleeping last night, she had suddenly sent him several thumbs-down emojis, leaving him completely baffled.

Shoko: ???.

Yamada Ryo, who had originally planned to ask Qianyi today whether he had any restaurant recommendations so she could eat there tonight, take photos, send them to him, and then block him, spat out the grass she had picked from the roadside. Excitedly clutching Qianyi's hand, she looked like a North Korean citizen seeing a general, tears streaming down her face. "Ah! Qianyi, you are my sun, the only light in my life! Ah???!"

"Calm down. It's just a durian." Qianyi felt that Ryo was being too dramatic.

"That may be true for a Tokyo rich guy like you, but to me, this is forbidden fruit that I may never get to eat in my whole life." Yamada Ryo wept bitterly. "So, could you give me one every day? I'm a student."

The moment she saw Yamada Ryo enter begging mode again, Ijichi Nijika immediately jumped out to expose her lie. "Qianyi, don't let her fool you. Ryo's family is very rich, and her monthly allowance is huge. She just spends extravagantly and blows all her money at the beginning of every month."

"Those are necessary band expenses. Everything I buy is something our band needs for performances." Ryo said righteously.

"It's already over." Nijika retorted. "Our guitarist has run away, and we can't find her no matter how hard we look. New Star Band is about to disband."

The moment she said "disband," she suddenly felt a chill down her back.

Nijika turned around and discovered Qianyi frantically tapping on his phone. "Kita Ikuyo, age..."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Nijika hurriedly stopped him. "Don't dox people so casually!"

"I was kidding. I'm just searching how to quickly become Prime Minister of Japan." Qianyi showed them his phone, whose search bar was visibly filled with content related to the Prime Minister.

"Phew, you scared me to death." Nijika let out a sigh of relief, then immediately cried out, "Why did you suddenly jump from bands to becoming Prime Minister of Japan?!"

"If I become Prime Minister of Japan, I can enact the Band Dissolution Tax. As long as every person who quits on their own and causes a band to disband is saddled with fifty million yen in debt, I believe band dissolution can be completely eradicated." Qianyi spoke of his ideals.

"Qianyi, you..." Yamada Ryo was utterly awestruck. How could someone be this rock and roll?

He was practically the God of Rock!

Ijichi Nijika wanted to make a snarky remark, but she could not even find a point to mock. She could only gently dissuade him. "Have you studied anything about governing a country?"

Qianyi asked in confusion, "Do you need to study to become Prime Minister of Japan? Isn't it enough to put Anpanman in your skill bar and then bow wildly?"

"Is... is that how it works? It does seem like you have a point." Ijichi Nijika nodded at first, then rapidly shook her head. "No! No! If you don't know anything and have no experience governing a country, then once you become Prime Minister, you'll definitely make a complete mess of implementing policies. You might even get driven from office, and your decrees will become jokes future generations use as warnings. Besides, isn't something like a Band Dissolution Tax too childish?"

Qianyi ignored the last part.

First, I need to try gaining experience governing a country?

Was there some world where I could give it a try, and even if I destroyed the world, I would feel absolutely no burden?

Eh! There seemed to be one!

Steel Prison Big: @Child of Prophecy, Lia, are you there?

Steel Prison Big: @Child of Prophecy, Lia, are you there?

Child of Prophecy: Whoa! It's Boss Qianyi. Is there another mission or crisis that needs us to save it?

Steel Prison Big: There is something I must do no matter what. Please, this is the request of my life. Let me go to your world. I want to learn how to rule the world!

Child of Prophecy: Eh, eh, eh? Wh-why are you suddenly being so serious? I agree, I agree!

Watching her friend suddenly make such a request through the light screen, Artoria panicked.

She was fundamentally bad at refusing other people's requests, so she agreed without even thinking. The instant she gave her consent, a wooden door opened, and Qianyi slowly stepped out from within.

"Good morning, Lia." Qianyi waved to the Fae of Salvation.

"G-good morning!" Whether because they were rarely alone together or because this was her first time inviting a human into her home, Artoria seemed extremely nervous.

She tightly gripped her staff with both hands. Her emerald eyes glittered like the finest gemstones, while her slender body trembled faintly with excitement.

"By the way... Qianyi, why do you suddenly want to rule the world?" Artoria asked.

"Because I hope that one day, Communities of Shared Destiny all over the world will be tightly connected and never disband." Qianyi said.

"A-amazing." Although Artoria did not really understand, she felt that Qianyi currently had the bearing of a savior.

"That is exactly my intention. Lia, move out. Come with me to the capital of Great Britain. Our target—Queen Morgan!"

Qianyi was unfamiliar with Fae Britain. Without Artoria to guide him, he would definitely get lost.

As for asking other fae...

Forget it. Those fae would probably sell even the underwear off his body. Trusting other fae to lead him to Morgan was less reliable than trusting Morgan to come find him.

And so, the fae of paradise and her trusted companion set off on a journey called salvation and touring, probably?

"So, Lia, do you know how to get to the capital?"

"No. I haven't left this village since I can remember. Didn't you play through my story, Qianyi? Don't you know either?"

"Playing through your story doesn't mean I know everything about you. The equation got solved instantly. I was careless. We can only ask our way there. Hopefully not every fae is full of lies."

Very clearly, Qianyi was disappointed. He and Artoria walked for two straight days, constantly circling the same area. There were even quite a few fae who, upon seeing that Qianyi was human, intended to rob Artoria and capture him as a slave.

Your entire family line must have been wholesale slaughtered!

Having been driven into a blood rage by these idiot fae, Qianyi was just about to merge with Artoria and become the Great Shark King, blasting beams recklessly all the way until someone who knew Morgan came to escort him to her, when a fae completely unlike the others appeared before them, carrying herself like a young lady.

Long rose-red hair, a black Crown worn askew atop her head, snow-white pointed ears protruding from either side and entwined with streaks of flowing crimson. A vibrant, bewitching red dress draped over her slender body like a thorned rose, while her legs were sheathed in long red leather boots.

Fae Knight Tristan. Her name as a fae was Bavhanxi.

"You two are the trash, right?" Bavhanxi toyed with her rose-red hair as she scrutinized the pair before her. "The fae and human who have been investigating Mother."

"That's us." Qianyi readily admitted it and stated his purpose. "I want to see Morgan. Could you introduce us?"

"Huh~? You two small fry want to see Mother?" Bavhanxi laughed. It was her first time seeing people so eager to die. Did these two know what would happen after they met Morgan?

Never having expected there to be such fools in Fae Kingdom Great Britain, she laughed so hard that she bent over. The two of them were so ridiculous that they made her somewhat happy. "You want to die, don't you? How interesting!"

"I hope to reach an understanding with her and study how to govern a country." Qianyi revealed the purpose of his trip.

"Hehe, govern a country?" Bavhanxi tilted her head. "Could it be that you, small fry, are some king from who knows where? I don't have a king among my toys yet. Of course, a trash king like you could never compare with Mother."

"I'm not interested in debating the qualifications of kings with you." Qianyi was not the sort of person with enough free time to attend a Three Kings Summit. "I have only one goal: the Band Dissolution Tax."

"Band Dissolution Tax? What is that?"

Bavhanxi had heard something she could not understand. She had never heard of such a thing in this world. Could it be something from Pan-Human History?

Seeing that this Fae Knight was interested, Qianyi naturally explained. After all, he would still need to rely on her to take him to Morgan. "It is a necessary measure to prevent bands, these Communities of Shared Destiny, from disbanding."

"Community of Shared Destiny? What is that?" Bavhanxi was curious. Another term she had never heard before.

"A Community of Shared Destiny transcends gender, race, and even the concept of humanity. Neither time, space, nor death can separate it. Once you join this group, your fates will be bound tightly together for the rest of your lives. Not even heaven, earth, or the gods can sever it!" Qianyi explained passionately, the Ksitigarbha at his waist swaying back and forth.

"For the rest of our lives..." the red-haired fae murmured, carefully savoring everything those words represented.

"Fae Knight Tristan—no, Bavhanxi. Can you give me the rest of your life?"

"Hah~? You small fry, do you know who I am?"

"The daughter of Queen Morgan of Fae Kingdom Great Britain. Fae Knight Tristan. A beautiful Ruby. The future heir of this Fae Kingdom."

"H-he-heir?! Mother's heir? Me?! Well, o-of course I know that!! You don't need to emphasize it!! So annoying!!!"

The cruel fae turned her head away, her face faintly red, yet her heart was inexplicably filled with excitement, joy, and reassurance.

Her so-called cruelty, domination, and trampling were all merely attempts to gain more praise and love from Mother.

Now that someone had suddenly called her Morgan's heir, did that not mean she was the fae Morgan loved most?!

Her thoughts in disarray, the cruel fae sensed someone approaching, yet she did not find it unpleasant. She looked up, and the handsome, fashionable white-haired youth was already before her. He raised a hand and extended an invitation.

"Bavhanxi, take me to Camelot. Then I will convince your mother to temporarily hand this country over to us, enact the Band Dissolution Tax successfully, and ask you once again: are you willing to give me the rest of your life?"

"Shut up! Why should I listen to you?"

"We can form Great Britain for the rest of our lives."

"Huh? What kind of nonsense is that? Trash. The worst. Boring."

"You can form Great Britain with your mother for the rest of your life."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! You think I'll listen to you, small fry?!" Bavhanxi's little fang peeked out from the corner of her mouth, glistening brightly. Her rose-red hair fluttered gently in the wind, giving off a faint glow that seemed mixed with a maiden's blush.

"Is that so? Then you refuse?" Qianyi was a little disappointed. Sure enough, persuading Bavhanxi was too difficult. He could only fight his way to Camelot with Artoria.

"How could I refuse!" Bavhanxi grabbed Qianyi's hand, preventing him from leaving. Then she realized her loss of composure, hurriedly released him, and turned away. "I'm not helping you... I'm only doing this for myself. Don't misunderstand!"

Form Great Britain for the rest of our lives...

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Any evil fae would eventually be brought to justice!

Fae Kingdom Great Britain.

Bavhanxi had been in a very good mood lately, because her career was flourishing—Morgan had granted Londinium to her as a fief, letting her play to her heart's content.

Londinium was no ordinary city. It was the core city of the Fae Kingdom second only to Camelot. Only the territories of the major fae clans could compare with it, and it was an important commercial center of the Fae Kingdom.

The wealth produced by this one city alone was enough to rival one of the Six Clans. One city was worth a whole clan.

Having obtained Londinium, Bavhanxi had become one of the hottest fae in the Fae Kingdom. Nearly every fae was speculating: had Lady Morgan decided to make her the heir and begun preparing her to inherit the throne?

At the thought of the entire Fae Kingdom discussing how she was Morgan's heir, and how the whole kingdom would become her property, Bavhanxi could not help humming softly.

"Hey, Qianyi, how exactly did you win Mother's favor and make her give Londinium to us?"

Qianyi said, "It's very simple. Because Morgan cares about Great Britain."

"Huh?" Bavhanxi's brain crashed.

"Handling the affairs of an entire country is not simple, much less when Morgan has to devote most of her energy to suppressing Great Britain's calamities. Personnel appointments, salaries and benefits, resource allocation, and so on—just imagine it. The moment she opens her eyes, she has to deal with an entire country's food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. The moment she closes them, there are disasters that could destroy the country if she relaxes for even a second. Can she really handle all that?" Qianyi explained.

"That little problem is no problem at all for Mother." Bavhanxi crossed her legs, then lowered them and dissatisfiedly nudged Qianyi, who was standing opposite her, with the tip of her foot.