"It's been a while, Miss Ye. I just came to see how things were going."
Yusuo Zai waved at me amiably.
It wasn't unusual for this being, more demonic than a demon—the King of Ten Thousand Demons, a pseudo-transcendent—to come looking for me.
The problem was that this was the first time he'd appeared in front of Haoyue Sakura Dance.
The two women froze for a moment, then immediately sprang into action. After all, they'd long since memorized the traits Neumann and Ling Ye had described about the higher-ups. White hair, one eye, and a sickly-looking physique—those features were just too distinctive.
"Sacred Moon—"
"Limit Mode—"
"—Both of you, wait!!!"
I smacked them each on the head. Were they trying to get themselves killed? If they actually fought him, a hundred million of them wouldn't be enough.
"Don't be rash. He isn't our enemy."
"But he's definitely one of those higher-ups—"
"I said he isn't our enemy! If I had to describe him, he's... he's..."
What was he?
A pseudo-transcendent more demonic than a demon? If I put it that way, I'd have to explain what demons and transcendents were, and then a whole biiiiig pile of other stuff. What a pain.
"Anyway, he's a close personal friend of mine."
"D-d-don't stop me! Let me kill him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Haoyue, calm down—"
"H-he's just a skinny crippled man, and he dares to do xx with Xiao Ye?! And oo?! I can't take it! I can't take it! I can't take it!!!!!!"
"I said he isn't our enemy, and all those awful scenes are just things you made up..."
"Xiao Ye, move aside!!!! I can't kill that guy if you're in the way!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Don't suddenly throw in some stale meme!!!!!"
While I struggled to rein in Haoyue, whose delusions were running wild, Sakura