The Yandere Brocon Wants to Turn the Tables

"Hmm... but why me?"

Jibril asked, puzzled, "You should be stronger."

"Because of the location of that obelisk... not many Flügel are willing to enter the Throne where our lord once sat. Only you and I are qualified, but I tried before and the obelisk did not react... it seems that I was not chosen."

"Then I..."

"You can do it, Jibril! We have no choice but to win!"

Forest Spirit Race High Lord Council.

"Absurd!"

A nobleman slammed his fist on the table and stood up, shouting, "Why should we obey—"

"Based on this."

The chief, who resembled a young girl, pointed, and a golden light enveloped the young Forest Spirit Race who was activating the protective shield. Before the horrified eyes of the crowd, the nobleman who had attempted to utter such treasonous words was instantly reduced to ashes.

"Are you all idiots? Forget about how absurd this game is. Since it was sent by the Sole God, we must fight with all our might to seize the Holy Grail!"

Sea Dwelling Race palace.

"Your Majesty! The stone tablet says that we can make a wish, and then we can gain the ability to survive on land!"

"Huh? Wouldn't that mean we could catch even more males?"

"No... Your Majesty, the important thing is that we can trade ashore..."

"In the end?"

"Catching males is certainly necessary too."

"Oh, oh, oh!"

The palace instantly transformed into a sea of joy!

Two months later:

"Roar--!"

The Dragon Race's the Roar shattered the clouds, but its fiery breath was blocked by a suddenly appearing transparent barrier.

Seven heroic Heroic Spirit dressed in strange costumes stood on the Human Race city wall. The red-clad archer at the front raised his hand and fired an arrow, which split into countless Light Rain in the air.

The Flügel watching the battle looked grim. They had just witnessed a weak human Magecraft, with the help of the Heroic Spirit, actually manage to fight a superior race to a standstill.

Although they ultimately lost due to insufficient magic power, the Dragon Race dared not enter the city where there were more Master and Heroic Spirit, and could only turn around and leave... This had already overturned the understanding of the Sixteen Races for ten thousand years.

"I see."

Azril stared at the newly appeared Rules description on the obelisk, "Is it not a competition of racial talent... but a test of the bond between Master and Servant?"

This might be the back door that the Sole God, as the supreme god of mankind, opened for these weaklings... Hmph, we can use it too!

In terms of intelligence and charisma, the Flügel is even higher than the Human Race!

She suddenly flashed a dangerous smile, "Looks like I'll have to go to a human city... to 'study abroad,' Jibril ~"

In a certain location, Flügel girl who was increasing her rapport with her Heroic Spirit suddenly shivered.

On the day the first Super Holy Grail War ended, seven golden pillars descended from all over the world, enveloping the victors.

Among these people were Orc Race warriors covered in wounds, Ex-Machina carrying broken mechanical arms, and even a human child being carried by the back of the collar by Heroic Spirit.

Interestingly, none of them were from a superior race. Even Jibril failed—she couldn't establish true trust with the Heroic Spirit, which led to the Heroic Spirit being killed and sent back. Even though she was incredibly powerful, she was automatically eliminated.

Iori's voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth:

"Speak your wishes."

"Please let my people no longer go hungry!"

The orc warriors knelt and shouted.

To be honest, this is an extremely simple wish, not even difficult for some superior races, and in a sense, it is somewhat wasteful.

However, wishful thinking led to a tragic turn of events. In the very next second, lush fruit trees suddenly sprouted in the desolate tribal territory of the orc warriors' homeland, and clear springs gushed forth from the ground, transforming the entire area into a paradise on World of the Living.

... The Sole God proved his credibility and fulfilled everyone's wishes.

Of course, all wishes are within the limits, and no one dares to make a wish like "I want to be the Sole God."

Even so, it still attracts intelligent beings all over the world.

Bells rang out in the sky, and golden feathers fluttered down, signifying the perfect end of the first Holy Grail War. New text then coalesced on the surface of the stone tablet:

The Second Holy Grail War is in Excellent Preparation!

Chapter 572 A Yandere Brother-Obsessed Man Wants to Make a Comeback.

Golden light patterns flashed across the sky of Soul Society. When Iori stepped out of the Dangai, he happened to land at the entrance of a Rukongai. As he walked from the shadows into the sunlight, the noisy voices of the crowd immediately drowned him out.

The familiar bluestone path stretched out beneath my feet, the sound of a shamisen drifted from afar, and the sweet aroma of roasted sweet potatoes filled the air.

"Oh my, isn't this Aizen family's kid?"

Granny Fujiwara, who sells groceries, squinted her eyes. "This business trip has been quite long."

"Three months and seven days."

Iori smiled and pulled a packet of herbal tea from her sleeve. "Is Grandma's back feeling any better?"

This is his old neighbor. Due to memory problems, she often can't remember things that happened recently, but her memories of the distant past are vivid. The reason she's so calm is probably because, in her "memory," Iori is still that junior apprentice at the Soul Reaper Academy.

"Oh my, I've never seen this kind of flower tea before... It smells so good, where did you get it from?"

Iori raised her index finger to her lips and blinked. "Trade secret."

"Oh my, you little rascal! The gifts your mother received when she was young were much more unusual than this, believe it or not!"

"Heh~ Of course I believe you... I'm going home now, let's talk again next time."

Turning the corner, the noren curtain of the Aizen's Clothing Store swayed gently in the breeze. Just seeing that familiar storefront made Iori feel all her fatigue vanish.

During this time, he has been busy connecting various New World with Chaldea. Despite having a large number of helpers and advisors, he is still extremely busy, as the workload is unprecedented. That's why he took some time to come back and recharge.

Despite having a magnificent palace or even an entire planet as his residence in New World, none of his dwellings make him feel as at ease as this small shop with its cheap atmosphere.

"Hmm? Who is this person...? What's he doing here?"

Just as Iori was about to push open the door, she suddenly saw a striking white figure through the shop window—

Kurotsuchi Mayuri stood in front of the counter, his purple-and-white Shinigami uniform making him look like he was wearing a shroud. It's worth noting that Shinigami attire (or rather, traditional Japan aesthetics) is inherently funeral-like, and Kurotsuchi Mayuri's version made him appear even more somber.

Strangely, he was actually carefully selecting a cherry blossom pink furisode kimono, which made Iori almost unable to believe her eyes.

Is it a gift? Or is it for him to wear? Does he have a penchant for women's clothing?

That's unlikely.

"..."

Iori silently took a half step back and observed through the glass. Her gaze shifted and she caught sight of the shop assistant who had Kurotsuchi Mayuri, and then she seemed to be deep in thought.

Then I saw Nemu —who had blossomed into a graceful young woman—standing on tiptoe to take a piece of silk cloth from the top of the counter. She was wearing a light blue shop uniform, and the ends of her hair were tied with a bow given to her by her grandmother. When she turned around, the hem of her skirt swayed in a smooth arc like a lotus leaf.

"Mr. Mayuri."

Nemu spread the fabric on the table. "This silk just arrived last week. It's perfect for young women. Would you like to try out the pattern?"

"Um."

Kurotsuchi Mayuri didn't reply. His golden pupils slightly contracted as Nemu moved her fingers, and the detector hidden in his sleeve emitted a barely perceptible "beep"—he was scanning Nemu's spiritual pressure composition.

"Wrap up."

He suddenly threw out a bag of rings (currency).

Nemu skillfully folded her kimono and tied on a furoshiki with the Aizen family crest printed on it. Since it was a newly established family, she directly used the Third Division's flower, which looked elegant and exquisite.

When he handed it over, Kurotsuchi Mayuri's fingertips trembled slightly, as if he hesitated for a moment.

The shop door chimes tinkled softly. Kurotsuchi Mayuri stepped across the threshold and brushed past Iori, their eyes meeting briefly before looking away.

Kurotsuchi Mayuri Kurotsuchi's pupils contracted sharply, but he said nothing. He simply bowed respectfully to his luggage, exchanged a few pleasantries, and disappeared into the alley Shunpo anyone could respond.

Clearly, despite his arrogant personality, he knew that Iori was someone he could not offend, neither in terms of strength nor in terms of methods.

"Elder brother!"

Nemu's exclamation came from inside the store. The girl saw her brother returning home and felt every pore on her body open up, an indescribable joy welling up inside her.

As soon as Iori turned around, the girl threw herself into his arms, her speed surprising him.

"Was that Shunpo? You've learned a lot from the older sisters."

"It's because my brother is usually not home, and only my sisters can play with me occasionally... They don't know anything else."

She seemed quite dissatisfied with Esdeath and Akame in her words, but her grip tightened as if she were afraid Iori would escape.

A faint scent of gardenia mingled with the aroma of silk fabric wafted from her hair, and the familiar smell brought a relaxed smile to Iori.

"You've grown taller."

Iori ruffled her hair. "Where's Grandma?"

"I went to the west to deliver a custom order."

Nemu looked up, then suddenly frowned, "The scent of a woman."

"Oh? Maybe it's Akame and the others—"

"The scent of a strange woman."

"..."

Nemu pouted. "Have you been bothering someone again? I'll tell your sisters if you're not careful~"

"... Your nose is really sharp."

After calming Nemu down with a smile, Iori went into the inner quarters and skillfully brewed tea for herself.

The tea kettle gurgled on the stove, and in that brief moment of waiting, Nemu suddenly paused in her act of setting out tea and snacks. "Um... Mr. Mayuri has been coming quite often these past few days."

"Really? I didn't expect him to be so fond of dressing up."

Just kidding, Kurotsuchi Mayuri's impressive appearance isn't something you can achieve by simply shopping for clothes; he must have some ulterior motive!

Nemu hesitated before saying, "Brother, actually I..."

Ring ring~

The wind chimes rang, and a familiar voice came from outside the door.

"I'm back—oh dear, isn't this our busy man?"

Grandmother Aizen stood at the door holding a piece of fabric, the hem of her kimono covered in bits of grass. When she saw Iori, she couldn't help but smile, but then she quickly suppressed her smirk.

"Perfect, let's try out the new haori."

"Grandma, welcome home!"

"I should have asked Yuki to come back too. It's been a long time since our family has gotten together."

"After all, my older brother and sister are both very busy people~"

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting the three figures' shadows on the wall. In the distance, the bells of the Spirit Court rang out, serene and distant...

The afternoon sun shone on the bluestone slabs in the backyard of the clothing store, where Iori sat at a low table, sorting through fabric samples brought back from New World. Some of these materials could resist the high-level True Magic of the Forest Spirit Race, while others contained the cursed power of the world of Campione!. Each piece was a unique and priceless item in Soul Society.

This time, he wasn't making Magic Crest or anything like that. Instead, he planned to use purely traditional methods—the techniques his mother-in-law had taught him—to make a few nice clothes for his family by hand, from weaving and dyeing to cutting.

This has nothing to do with how precious the item is. If it's just for gifting, wouldn't it be better to just take out a few divine artifacts?

"Ouch... watch out, it's hot!"