Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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"Do you really want to leave your sister that badly?" Izanami's voice trembled slightly, like that of a wronged woman, aggrieved and sorrowful. "After all these long years of imprisonment, I've only just seen you..."

Wang Anzhi pursed his lips, not responding to this overly heavy and twisted attachment. Any words would seem pale at this moment, and might even provoke a more intense reaction from her.

Moreover, he could sense that Izanami's words at that moment lacked sincerity and were more of a pretense.

They even deceived themselves with their disguise.

After a brief standoff, Izanami suddenly released her arms from Wang Anzhi, and the lingering chill dissipated slightly.

She turned around, and the mottled bronze mirror reflected her exquisite yet lonely profile, making her look pitiful.

"Alright, since you insist on leaving..." Her tone became indifferent, and she gently stroked the shrine maiden's long hair behind her, "However, may this little shrine maiden who serves me stay?"

Looking at the earnestness in Izanami's eyes, Wang Anzhi's eyelids twitched. He noticed that Erii, standing beside him, paused slightly as she spoke, as if drawn by an invisible thread.

She slowly knelt down, took the comb in her hand, and stretched out her fair and slender hands. Her movements were gentle yet lacked the free spirit of her soul. She began to comb Izanami's long hair that fell to the ground, as if it had gathered the darkness of night.

Her fingertips ran through her hair, each stroke imbued with a ritualistic reverence, her head bowed and eyes lowered, like the most devout priestess fulfilling her innate duty. The scene was both sacred and eerie, filled with a sense of submissive control.

And so, the two gently stroked each other's hair, just like sisters confiding their secrets to each other.

“No.” Wang Anzhi’s voice was firm and decisive, breaking the quiet yet unsettling scene of sisterly friendship.

He couldn't leave Erii here, by the side of this dangerous and unpredictable White Emperor.

Izanami tilted her head slightly and looked at him through the bronze mirror. The sorrow and grievance on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a knowing yet playful smile, as if she had already anticipated his reaction.

"Hehe...it really hurts to see you like this." She chuckled and waved her hand.

“My dear brother, you are as stingy as ever, not even willing to leave your sister a family member to keep her company.”

Erii stopped moving, like a puppet whose pause button had been pressed. She slowly stood up, her eyes still blank. Izanami did not wait for Wang Anzhi's reply.

“Then take her with you.” Her tone was light, yet tinged with amusement. “Take good care of her; after all, she’s now your ‘servant.’”

She deliberately emphasized the word "serve," carrying an ambiguous connotation, and then softly said:

"To take care of you while your sister is gone."

Wang Anzhi twitched his lips. Izanami kept calling her "sister," but according to his guess, Yggdrasil was just in a deeper slumber, and Izanami, who was born later, could only be a younger sister.

The struggle for the crown prince position has always been like this.

However, he didn't say much, only replying, "Then I'll thank you for your kindness, sister."

Izanami seemed pleased, clearly very happy with Wang Anzhi's degree of "compromise".

She stroked the back of the priestess sitting beside her and sighed softly, "My child, aren't you going to where you truly belong now?"

As she spoke, Erii turned to Wang Anzhi, bowed slightly, and said in her characteristic, flat voice, word by word, "Eri... will serve you well."

These were clearly words spoken under Izanami's control, carrying a deliberate sense of submission.

Wang Anzhi said no more, took a deep look at Izanami's unfathomable silver eyes in the bronze mirror, took Erii's hand, and turned to walk back the way they came.

Behind him, the desolate kingdom that seemed to have existed since time immemorial, the ancient bronze mirror that reflected the figure of the White Emperor, and even the entire shrine where the White Emperor resided, all began to fade and disappear into the pervasive gray-white mist.

Before him, the ancient road and the Yellow Springs seemed to sway uncertainly.

With each step taken, the surrounding scenery undergoes subtle changes.

The ancient stone path beneath our feet seemed to be soaked with water, its outline becoming blurred, and the suffocating silence around us receded like the tide.

The light was no longer a constant, pale white; it began to create an interplay of light and shadow.

I could almost hear the faint sound of the wind, mixed with the distant whispers of the real world.

Wang Anzhi could sense that they were stepping out of this faded, ancient painting.

They are leaving Nibelungen.

They only took seven steps, and as they stepped out of the shrine gate, the solid wooden floor beneath their feet gave them a distinct feel and a slight creaking sound.

The cold, damp air was replaced by a warmth carrying the faint scent of incense and old wood.

The dim, flickering candlelight replaced the bleak daylight, illuminating the solemn and dignified atmosphere inside the main hall of the shrine.

Wang Anzhi squinted slightly, adjusting to the change in light.

He held Erii's hand tightly, feeling the temperature of her palm gradually returning from icy to the warmth of a living person. The empty blankness in her eyes seemed to have faded a little, and although she was still confused, she was no longer so completely wooden.

Wang Anzhi knew that the White Emperor's will was leaving Erii's body, and Erii, who had been in a deep sleep, had awakened again.

"elder brother……"

Erii looked at him and spoke softly, her eyes still seemingly lost. She lowered her head, looking at her barely visible toes, somewhat bewildered, and then raised her hand in surprise.

"Can I speak now?"

Chapter 229 Erii, are you happy?

Looking at Erii's joyful expression, and seeing her humming an old song again, she was getting used to the power to "speak" freely.

Wang Anzhi was initially happy for her, but then felt sad for her.

Listening to Erii's cheerful song, he guessed that the White Emperor had just manipulated Erii, accidentally repairing a part of the defects in Erii's genes, thus turning her from the most ferocious "demon" into the most stable "Tsukuyomi".

After all, Erii is now officially recognized by the White Emperor as a "shrine maiden".

Is this a blessing in disguise?

He smiled as he saw the look of surprise in Erii's eyes. "Yes! Erii, you can talk now."

"Brother is amazing." The young Uesugi family head thought that all of this was due to Wang Anzhi, and couldn't help but become even more attached to him.

After all, from her perspective, she had only taken a drowsy nap, and once she woke up, she was able to control her blood and speak.

Wang Anzhi readily admitted to the misunderstanding, asking, "What difference is there between what Izanami did and what I did?"

Obviously not.

So he readily admitted it.

At the same time, Erii seemed to suddenly remember something and lifted the sleeves of her long robe, which remained smooth.

She carefully touched the skin that seemed somewhat unfamiliar to her eyes, and soon, the smile on her face became even brighter.

Seeing this, Erii's face lit up with even more surprise. She took Wang Anzhi's hand and said, "I'm not a little monster anymore."

Wang Anzhi quickly understood what Erii was talking about. There was a hidden layer of dragon scales under her cucumber-like skin, and you could feel its hardness with just a light press.

But now, Erii will no longer have such worries.

He patted her head and said softly, "Eri, you've never been a little monster."

Erii squinted as she leaned against Wang Anzhi's chest, feeling an unprecedented sense of ease.

In her simple mind, people who can't control themselves from hurting others are "little monsters," and such monsters will always be killed by the righteous "Ultraman."

Erii knew she was different, different from ordinary people, and even different from the other members of the Snake-Headed Eight Family.

However, she couldn't control herself when she used her power. An overwhelming killing intent filled her mind, and she was completely unable to resist it.

But now, everything is different.

She could speak, and she could control her out-of-control blood. She was no longer the "little monster" that she was destined to kill in her eyes.

"My dear brother, this is a gift for you. Are you happy?"

Seeing Erii's happy expression, Wang Anzhi vaguely heard Izanami's alluring voice again.

At the same time, in reality, she heard a surprised shout.

"Miss."

Wang Anzhi looked over and saw a priest dressed in a pure white robe and wearing a black hat, holding a broom and doing his daily cleaning. He had just arrived at the depths of the shrine.

When he saw Wang Anzhi and Erii suddenly emerge from the deepest part of the main hall, the area considered sacred and forbidden, he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

His face was filled with disbelief and astonishment, his eyes wide open and his mouth slightly agape as if he wanted to cry out, but an invisible sense of awe held him back.

In his mind, Erii, the head of the Uesugi family, had already secretly run away. The young master had even ordered everyone in the family to search for the Uesugi family head and report to the family if they saw her.

The priest's gaze involuntarily drifted outside the hall. Just as he was about to shout for the others, he immediately collapsed to the ground.

Wang Anzhi raised his right hand and looked at Erii, who had somehow appeared behind the priest with a wooden stick in her hand.

She knocked the priest, who knew him, unconscious first.

Seeing Wang Anzhi's gaze, Erii blushed slightly. As the "weapon" of the family, she had never used her abilities so freely before.

Erii said softly, "I don't want to go back so soon."

"Of course, Erii, you can play as long as you want."

Wang Anzhi replied.

Immediately afterwards, he led Erii out of the shrine, and the priests they encountered along the way did not react at all when they saw the two walking towards them.

"How amazing." Erii had come to enjoy this game and was inwardly complaining about why her Word of Power was "Judgment" instead of "Netherworld Illumination."

Through the open temple doors, one can clearly see a sleek, gleaming Maserati parked beside the torii gate at the shrine entrance, bathed in the deepening twilight.

It's quite rare to see such a luxury car parked in front of an ancient shrine.

This place is not open to the public, and since it's located in the suburbs of Tokyo, there aren't many tourists passing by.

At the same time, the Maserati window rolled down, revealing the slender figure of a female ninja dressed in a black bodysuit.

The two, Mr. Shude and Mr. Yan Yan, holding hands, knew in their hearts that the pure-hearted head of the Uesugi family had been completely won over by Wang Anzhi, and there were no more barriers between them.

"boss."

Wang Anzhi nodded, pulled Erii into the back seat of the sports car, and looked at the shrine next to them with some curiosity, "Those priests didn't make things difficult for you?"

“My potato chip girl is a major creditor here, and I also know some of them,” Mai Shude said.

Wang Anzhi nodded, understanding.

The female ninja looked at Wang Anzhi and recalled how she had entered Nibelungen in a daze not long ago, and how so many priests in such a large shrine seemed like puppets. She felt a wave of fear.

She looked at Wang Anzhi with some curiosity, "Boss, what just happened?"

Wang Anzhi closed his eyes slightly, "That's a very difficult thing to describe..."

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