Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

White Night Demon chuckled twice, rhythmically waving her folding fan, and scanned Haramura Makoto with a smile.

"I can only say, kid, you're really lucky."

"At the critical moment of life and death, my power finally recovered a bit, allowing me to save you from danger."

"Otherwise, even if I didn't want to, I really would have had to choose someone else."

Putting away the playful and teasing expression on her face, White Night Demon snorted.

"As for why I didn't appear when we arrived in this world..."

"It's only because there are extremely powerful beings in this world. The moment we entered, if I hadn't used the power of the Little Garden's core to shield you, we would have been subjected to intense attacks."

"That's also why my power has once again fallen into a weakened state."

"As for leaving you, it can only be said that it was a series of coincidences."

The folding fan snapped shut, and she gently tapped the tabletop with its tip.

"Haven't you ever wondered?"

"Why you and that little girl, Misaki Shokuhou, kept running into each other so frequently in such a short period of time."

"Did you really think those were all coincidences, all fate?"

Was it a sudden realization? Or was it like thunder in his ears, directly awakening him?

He had indeed had suspicions from the beginning, and not just him, but Misaki Shokuhou as well.

There was no way around it, who told them that the coincidences of him running into Misaki Shokuhou during that time were simply bizarre?

In just one month, the coincidences reached fifteen times, averaging almost once every two days.

"So you were behind it all?"

"Of course."

White Night Demon rolled her eyes, annoyed.

"If it were those lower-level timelines, I could manipulate the fate lines at will."

"But this world is such a pain in the ass. In order to prevent those guys from noticing, I can only nudge things little by little, cautiously."

But as she said this, White Night Demon's originally stern face immediately melted away, and she smiled triumphantly.

"But you don't need to worry."

"This time, during my slumber, I've recovered even more power. Although I still can't confront those guys head-on for the time being..."

"I can still make sure their gazes don't fall on you; that's not a problem for me."

"White Night Demon—"

Haramura Makoto's words directly interrupted White Night Demon's gradually widening smile.

"Are those guys really as strong as you say?"

He wasn't very clear about who White Night Demon was referring to in this world, but White Night Demon's apprehensive expression made him ask this question.

"Hmm—"

"Let me think about how to describe it."

Wanting to find a more appropriate metaphor or comparison, White Night Demon thought for a while.

"Do you have an understanding of the Little Garden's power system?"

"I vaguely remember a little, but not very accurately."

Haramura Makoto shook his head.

How could he possibly remember such a thing clearly? It was already a miracle that he could remember what White Night Demon looked like.

"Okay."

"Then I'll explain it to you simply."

White Night Demon scratched her head helplessly.

"Seven digits..."

"Six digits..."

"Five digits..."

"Four digits..."

"Three digits, you can understand them as the strongest in a single universe. When their attacks are exerted to their full extent, they can destroy a universe."

"At the same time, they can freely change the universe according to their will."

"Because after reaching the three-digit level, they have already mastered the power called authority."

"Two digits..."

"In a sense, the guys in this world that I'm talking about can be treated as three-digit beings."

"In specific fields, they have also touched upon the power of two digits."

"So that's why I say you can't mess around easily in this world."

Perhaps she had said a lot at once, and probably wanted Haramura Makoto to digest these things.

After saying so much, White Night Demon silently drank her tea, waiting for Haramura Makoto to ask other questions.

"I see."

"In that case, I only have one last question left."

Haramura Makoto cleared his throat.

"White Night Demon, you must want to do something, right?"

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have gone to so much trouble to put so much effort into me."

White Night Demon's hand holding the tea suddenly paused, and her expression froze for a moment.

Then, she returned to normal in an extremely short time that Haramura Makoto couldn't detect, and then looked at Haramura Makoto with a burning gaze.

(As expected, choosing this guy was not wrong. Believing that woman was the right thing to do.)

Thinking like this, White Night Demon's mouth turned up, her eyes narrowed, and she said in a relaxed tone:

"That's right, of course I wouldn't waste my efforts and invest so much in you for nothing."

"Actually, given your speed of thinking, now that you know that I ran out with the destroyed Little Garden, you should already be clear, right?"

The tone was relaxed, but the sharpness in it suddenly increased.

"Rebuild the Little Garden."

"Of course, there is only one goal."

Chapter 039 You Will Be Greatly Surprised

The old Little Garden had been destroyed, and a new Little Garden had been rebuilt by that group of guys.

But she, White Night Demon, only loved that old land, and everything she had poured her heart and soul into.

"That's not a surprising answer."

Haramura Makoto also smiled, smiling very happily.

"In that case, you should provide me with the necessary help, right?"

"Of course, kid."

"Enjoy your last moment of leisure."

As if issuing a final notice, White Night Demon waved the folding fan in her hand downwards.

Just like when he came, Haramura Makoto's vision went black again, and his consciousness seemed to lose connection. When he opened his eyes again.

The appearance of the original room had already appeared in his sight.

But he didn't rush to sit up from the bed. Instead, he slowly raised his left hand, which was hanging down on the left side of his body, and his gaze fell on the ring that seemed to be depicting the shape of the sun. The arc of his mouth raised higher and higher.

"This…"

"This is really, making people feel excited beyond words."

"Knock knock knock—"

A rhythmic knock on the door rang at this time.

"Haramura-kun, have you finished dealing with your problem? Although I don't really want to disturb you, there's something here that needs you to handle."

This kind of relaxed, pleasant, and melodious voice could only be Misaki Shokuhou.

"Come in!"

"I've rested enough."

Retracting his thoughts, Haramura Makoto also sat up from the bed, and the bedroom door slowly opened.

Misaki Shokuhou controls the keys to all the rooms.

With Haramura Makoto's permission, she didn't need Haramura Makoto to open the door from the inside at all; she could open it herself.

"Hmm hmm—"

The girl wearing a cardigan and pleated skirt seemed to be looking around as soon as she entered the room, her eyes constantly darting around.

"Hey!"

"This was originally your guest room, right? Even if I live in it, it's only been about four or five hours. There's no use in you being so curious."

"What kind of person can leave their personal traces in a strange room in three or four hours?"

Haramura Makoto shook his head helplessly, completely looking like he was already too tired to complain.

"Hmph hmph—"

"You wouldn't understand this."

Seeming to have not found what she wanted, Misaki Shokuhou didn't insist anymore and stopped her wandering gaze.

"Sometimes, boys of Haramura-kun's age have very strong mental power."

"Even if it's only two or three hours, maybe Haramura-kun will vent his restlessness."

"…"

"Who would do that?"

Haramura Makoto quickly stood up and, taking advantage of his height, directly reached out and pressed down on Misaki Shokuhou's small head.

"Also, you're clearly a girl, so stop saying such crude words to me in the future."

"It's not suitable for you, you know?"

Finally, he gave Misaki Shokuhou a light tap on the forehead, leaving a handprint as the end.

"Okay, what's the matter? Has Fremea woken up?"

"Hmph, could it be that I hit the nail on the head, so you're embarrassed and angry?"

Rubbing her slightly red forehead, Misaki Shokuhou pouted her small mouth, behaving like a girlfriend who was acting spoiled with her boyfriend.

But Misaki Shokuhou still grasped the degree of it very well, making everything seem so appropriate.

She immediately took advantage of Haramura Makoto's question and directly changed the topic.

"Fremea-chan has indeed woken up and now needs someone to give her a reasonable answer."

"Although I can do this, after all, Haramura-kun, you care about this little sister, so please do it yourself."

Soothing Fremea, indeed, it would be easiest to let Misaki Shokuhou do it herself.

She only needs to gently press the button on the remote control to easily change Fremea's thoughts.

But without a doubt, this approach is the worst.

No matter how you gloss over it, how you beautify it, arbitrarily tampering with other people's memories is not a good thing.