A few months passed.
The names of the pitch-black swordsman 'Momon' and the beautiful princess 'Nabe' spread throughout the Re-Estize Kingdom.
Their rank had risen all the way from Copper to Mithril.
This promotion speed was even faster than The Avengers'. For a time, the entire kingdom was discussing the origins of this mysterious pair.
Makoto, far away in Belzerg, had also heard these rumors.
But at that moment, he was not in Axel. He had come to the Crimson Demon Village.
There was no special reason. He just wanted to take a look around.
When he had first persuaded Yunyun to join his team, his excuse was 'I'm also from the Crimson Demon Clan'. Now that the mixed-blood child was returning to his hometown in glory, he could take this opportunity to recruit the Crimson Demon Clan into his camp as well.
The entrance to the Crimson Demon Village was an open flat plain.
On the flat ground stood seven or eight girls in black magic robes. They were about the same age as Megumin and Yunyun, with varying heights, but all possessed proudly voluptuous figures.
"I am Arue! The fastest developing in the Crimson Demon Clan, the one who will eventually become an Author!"
The girl on the far left put her hands on her hips and raised her chin high. Those plump mounds, not quite matching her age, swayed slightly with her movement.
"I am Nerimaki! The foremost maiden of the inn in the Crimson Demon Clan, the one who will eventually become an innkeeper!" The girl in the middle struck an exaggerated pose, her right hand forming a 'V' sign beside her face.
"I am Dodonko! The f-foremost fortune teller in the Crimson Demon Clan, the one who will eventually become the greatest fortune teller on the continent!" The girl next to her spoke with a slight stutter, her legs in a lunge, her arms crossed in front of her.
"I am Funifura! The daughter of the foremost magic tool craftsman in the Crimson Demon Clan, the one who will eventually become the greatest magic tool craftsman on the continent!" The last girl clenched her fists at her waist and crouched slightly.
The several girls simultaneously released their poses, formed a line, and placed their hands in front of them in the same gesture used by special forces soldiers.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, clearly rehearsed many times.
Shiho stood behind Makoto, watching this scene. Her toes unconsciously curled.
The corner of Mrs. Shizuka's mouth also twitched involuntarily.
They had never been exposed to anime and couldn't understand this kind of inexplicable behavior at all.
Megumin's eyes lit up. She rushed out from the crowd and stood in front of those girls, covering her eye patch with her right hand and reaching her left hand out diagonally upward.
"I am Megumin! The foremost genius in the Crimson Demon Clan, the one who loves Explosion Magic deeply!"
The several girls opposite applauded warmly, looking approving.
Yunyun blushed and walked out awkwardly.
She hesitated for several seconds before barely raising her arm to make what she thought was a Chuunibyo pose in line with Crimson Demon aesthetics.
"I am Yunyun... one who manipulates high-level magic... the greatest mage in the Crimson Demon Clan... the one who will eventually become the chieftain of the Crimson Demon Clan..."
Her voice was trembling. By the time she finished the last word, her face was so red it looked like it would drip blood.
"Do they have something wrong with them?"
Shiho looked completely bewildered.
She hadn't watched anime and couldn't understand it at all.
Kazuma crossed his arms, watching the group of Crimson Demon girls still striking poses. A look of sudden understanding appeared on his face. "Now I understand why Yunyun was bullied here."
He had been with Makoto for some time and had heard about Yunyun's childhood experiences.
Isolated by her classmates, unable to fit into any group.
At the time, he had thought it was strange. Yunyun's personality was perfectly normal. Why was she ostracized?
Now, seeing her classmates, he understood completely.
The whole village was psychos, which made Yunyun, the normal one, seem out of place.
This really echoed that saying from the real world: 'I often feel out of place with you all because I am too normal.'
After introducing themselves, Arue, Nerimaki, Dodonko, Funifura, and the others crowded around, their gazes falling on Makoto's group of outsiders.
"Who are they?"
Yunyun blushed, but still summoned her courage and walked to Makoto's side.
"H-he is Makoto... a-also from our Crimson Demon Clan... but maybe mixed-blood..."
"Wow... mixed-blood?" Arue was the first to come up, tilting her head as she stared at Makoto's eyes. "But why are your eyes black? Shouldn't Crimson Demons have red eyes?"
"So muscular! Are those muscles real?"
Nerimaki poked Makoto's arm with her finger. Her fingertip touched hard muscle.
"What magic can you do?" Dodonko poked her head in from the side.
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls' collagen-rich pretty faces were very close.
Mixed scents and aromas of young girls swirled around Makoto's nose.
Especially with large balls swaying back and forth before his eyes, his gaze couldn't help shifting to Megumin beside her.
'Having an airport at such a young age. Sigh, so sad.'
Megumin noticed his gaze and quickly covered her chest.
"I'm just a late bloomer!"
Makoto had a sudden inspiration.
He raised his hand and drew it across his non-existent hat, his fingertip moving from his temple to the center of his brow. Then he pointed at these chattering, silly girls.
"I am Nishikawa Makoto! The strongest member of the Crimson Demon Clan who has been living abroad!"
He revealed those Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, the same model as Uchiha Madara's. Crimson pupils.
Arue, Nerimaki, Dodonko, Funifura simultaneously exclaimed in surprise.
"Wow... such cool lines. Definitely a Crimson Demon!"
But Funifura still crossed her arms, tilted her head, and raised a question. "But there are many powerful mages in the Crimson Demon Village. Why do you claim to be the strongest?"
Makoto crossed his arms, the corner of his mouth curling. "Those mere weaklings are not even half of me."
Arue and the others were no longer suspicious.
Such cool lines could only be spoken by a Crimson Demon.
Yu stood in the back, watching this scene, and suddenly blurted out, "I feel that if the Crimson Demon Clan and the Uchiha Clan ever met, the two groups would get along very well."
Both clans are full of motherf*cking Chuunibyo.
Led by Arue and the others, Makoto's group officially entered the Crimson Demon Village.
The village wasn't large, but it was very distinctive.
Each house had its roof painted a different color. No two windows were the same shape. Some doorways had strange statues standing, products of unknown eras.
These junior high school girls, who had not yet left the village, were full of curiosity about the outside world. They kept asking questions non-stop along the way.
Megumin had a dark face the whole time and didn't want to talk.
Her gaze kept sweeping across her classmates' chests.
After some time apart, these girls had grown even larger.
She looked down at her own and bit her lower lip.
Yunyun was surrounded by the crowd, stammering answers to her classmates' questions.
Her voice was too soft, and her speech was halting. The classmates couldn't hear clearly.
So the classmates gradually gave up on Yunyun, shifted their target, and surrounded Makoto.
Dodonko pinched her chin and looked Makoto up and down.
"Although the age difference is a bit big, you're indeed quite handsome."
Saying this, the corner of Dodonko's mouth curled slightly. "Hey, old man, want to try dating me?"
Makoto was a bit speechless.
His body after transmigrating to this world was only in his early twenties, and he was now being called 'old man'.
But if you counted the time he had spent in other worlds, these girls might as well call him grandpa.
"No—!"
Yunyun rushed out from behind the crowd, spreading her arms to block Makoto.
"N-no... Makoto, he... he..."
Nerimaki covered her mouth with an exaggerated expression. "Yunyun, have you abandoned Megumin?"
When they were in school, Megumin and Yunyun had been closest, almost inseparable.
The whole class thought they were a lesbian couple. Now Yunyun had suddenly jumped out to protect another man. Nerimaki's gossip soul was instantly ignited.
Yunyun's face grew redder and redder. Finally, she grabbed Makoto's wrist and pulled him, running toward her own house.
Not long after they entered, Yunyun's father, Hiropon, walked out from the inner room.
He was a middle-aged man with a mustache, unremarkable in appearance.
Seeing that his daughter had brought a strange man home, his gaze stopped on Makoto's face for two seconds, then moved to his daughter's hand, which was still holding Makoto's wrist.
Only then did Yunyun realize she was still holding Makoto. She quickly let go, her face reddening again.
Makoto didn't waste words. He directly took a black blade from his item bar. "A small gift. Please don't be insulted."
It's the Supreme Grade Blade, Yoru, which was originally owned by Dracule Mihawk. After Mihawk was killed by Imu, the sword fell into Makoto's hands.
For the Crimson Demon Clan, whose average profession was great mage, this thing had no practical use. But the problem was, it was cool.
Hiropon's eyes lit up. He took the black blade, examined it over and over, and couldn't bear to put it down.
Although his own profession was also great mage, and he had no idea how to use a sword, that didn't stop him from liking it.
At Hiropon's invitation, Makoto sat down on the sofa. He couldn't be bothered to beat around the bush.
"Chieftain, I want the entire Crimson Demon Village to join Belzerg and participate in the plan to conquer the world."
Hiropon hung the black blade on the wall and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Why do you want to do that?"
Makoto replied with a smile, "Chieftain, don't you think conquering the world is very cool?"
Hiropon was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped the armrest and pointed at Makoto. "I knew you were a talent! Approved!"
Shiho, watching from the side, was completely dumbfounded.
'No way, for something this important, you're not going to discuss it properly? What about strategic deployment? What about benefit distribution? What about risk mitigation?'
It was clear she still didn't understand the Crimson Demon Clan.
For this clan, the word 'cool' had a lethality comparable to the attraction that lolis held for Epstein.