Bringing Culture to a Different World

“Monet, stop playing around. It’s time for us to make our move!”

Clary kept urging her younger brother. Right now, Fuya was only one person away from her. It was definitely the best time to attack Fuya.

“Black Hook, now… Throw the anchor to the opposite Highland!”

“Throw it, throw it, throw it! We’ve caught the folding sword!”

“I’m Done!”

Unfortunately, no matter how loudly Clary warned her brother, she wanted him to understand that she came here to assassinate Fuya, and not to play with the Holy Spirit.

But at this moment, Monet’s soul seemed to have been absorbed into the Holy Spirit battlefield in front of him.

His soul seemed to have entered the body of the captain with the anchor, and he was playing games with his other comrades on this dangerous battlefield.

“Mo… Nai.”

Clary was not used to this feeling. Normally, her brother would listen to whatever she said, but when it came to matters involving the Holy Spirit.

“Sister, can you please be quiet now? This is a very crucial highland team battle.”

Monet finally opened his mouth to answer his sister, but this sentence made Clary completely enter a state of fury.

She wanted to use forceful methods to fight for control of her body… but she realized that she could not compete with her younger brother.

A powerful willpower rose from Monet’s soul and firmly suppressed Clary.

This was the first time that Clary failed in trying to gain control of her body.

“We can go to the high ground! Directly destroy the opposite base in one go!”

Monet shouted loudly. The five heroes swept through all the enemy’s defensive structures and arrived in front of the central crystal.

The fragile crystal could not withstand the powerful destructive power of the five heroes. In less than 10 seconds, it shattered into pieces.

This victory allowed the Knights of Fuya to win the battle with an absolute victory of 3:0!

“We won!”

Monet stood up from his seat excitedly and raised his hands as he shouted. However, the moment he raised his hands, he stopped there.

This was because the control of the chaos demon’s body had been taken away by her elder sister.

Clary walked towards Fuya who was also in the Hall of silence. However, the bed that Fuya was sitting on suddenly floated up..

She quickened her pace and chased out of the Hall of silence. However, the moment she walked out of the Hall of silence, the cheers that almost pierced the eardrums of the chaos demon made Clary stop in her tracks.

Clary raised her head and looked around. More than half of the audience were shouting the same name, and that was Fuya!

She was not in the mood to care about these things. Clary reached into her pocket and touched a glass bottle.

Bishop Gayinco’s order was to throw the glass bottle near Fuya and break it. The rest of the work would be handled by the other judges present.

The bottle contained an unknown liquid potion. If they were in the hall of silence, Clary would only need to take it out, open the Cork, and throw it at Fuya.

However, once Monet sat down, Clary could not regain control of the Chaos Demon’s body.

Now that she was outside the hall of silence, Fuya was not far from her.

There shouldn’t be any… problems.

‘Clary, Stop!’

Just as she was about to make her move, a voice rang out in her mind. This voice came from the Inquisitor bishop whom Nolan had contacted.

Clary’s movements froze for a moment. At that instant, a middle-aged man with a full beard appeared between her and Fuya.

Who Was It?

Clary subconsciously took a step back, and the middle-aged man glanced at Clary with his pure golden vertical pupils.

His gaze seemed to pass through the body of the chaos demon, locking onto Clary and Monet who were hiding in their consciousness.

The commentator for the competition..

When Clary came back to her senses, she realized that this man was the commentator for the Holy Spirit Competition.

“Sister, he’s also the host of Faroese’s ‘interview’program. I’ve watched his program before.”

“Shut up! I know!”

When Clary used the magic net, she was completely different from her brother Monet. Most of the time, she was listening to songs and watching some… Strange program recordings on the magic net.

She had also watched a few episodes of the Faroese TV station’s interview program occasionally. She was exceptionally fond of the host’s tricky questions, which made it difficult for the guests present.

However, Clary did not remember that his pupils were golden vertical pupils like lizards.

“But sister, have you forgotten that episode of Miss Clary’s interview? Didn’t it mention that the trial court did some… Bad Things?”Monet said to Clary in a very low voice.

“This has nothing to do with what we’re doing now! Monet… have you forgotten the hatred of your father and mother being killed by demons? Didn’t we become inhuman and stand here just for…”

Before clary could say the word “Revenge”, the bronze dragon had already held her hand.

The bronze dragon moved very fast. Before she could react, the body of this chaos demon had been held by the bronze dragon.

‘Am I going to be caught?’? This thought flashed across Clary’s mind. However, the next second, the bronze dragon raised his hand up high.

“Because your favorite Little Fuya is still sleepy, the opportunity for this interview is given to the wandering player of the Fuya Knight Order, Scro!”The Brass Dragon said.

“Interview… interview? What should I do, sister? I’m… Not Ready yet.”

Monet’s voice in his body and consciousness sounded very flustered.

”…”

Clary turned her gaze to a corner of the audience seats. There was a judge bishop sitting there. When he noticed Clary’s gaze, he immediately shook his head.

This assassination had failed because his younger brother was too addicted to this game!

“As the wandering position of the Fuya knights, the black hook and the folding sword that Scrooge used had undoubtedly activated the rhythm of the entire line. I personally think that you are the second indispensable player in the team. Do you have anything to say to the audience before you advance to the finals?”

And… the finals?

Clary looked at Fuya, who was hugging a pillow and dozing off behind the bronze dragon. Her face seemed to have the words ‘when can I go home and sleep?’written on it.

This assassination plan had failed, but the finals tomorrow was still an opportunity.

“I… Will definitely win.”

Clary gave the bronze dragon the shortest answer with an affirmative voice.

“Did he declare victory right from the start? There’s not much difference between confidence and arrogance. I hope this contestant won’t lose himself because of this.”

The bronze dragon let go of Clary’s hand. Before Clary could figure out what was going on, he turned around to interview another contestant.