Mio suddenly appeared on a mountain, with two girls standing behind her. Mio looked around and covered her face.

(Unlucky. Let’s not even talk about the future—right now, food, clothes, and shelter are all problems.)

“My Lady, what should we do now?”

At that moment, the blonde girl with an eyepatch behind her spoke.

“For now, nothing… wait, do you two know my name?”

“Alexander.”

“Do you know your own names?”

“Yes. I’m Mireia Saintis.”

“I’m Yugudora Saint Aesorite.”

“Then why are you calling me ‘My Lady’?”

“Because you’re the one who created us.”

Mio thought for a moment.

(I remember Eve said they had no memories. Maybe Eve gave them some fake ones.)

“Sorry, I’ve been a bit tired lately. My memory’s a bit scrambled.”

“My Lady, if there’s anything you need done, please let us handle it.”

“Yes, My Lady, please take care of your health.”

“Thanks for your concern. But I’m fine for now.”

(Can you hear me? I’m speaking through thought.)

Suddenly, Mio received a telepathic message.

(I hear you.)

(Head one and a half kilometers east. There’s a house I used to stay at. You three can live there for now.)

(Thanks.)

(Also, I turned Mireia into a human. But her combat strength is even greater than before.)

(I see. But I still have to think carefully about what to do if we meet the main characters.)

(Don’t worry. I’ve got something to take care of. I’ll visit you when I can.)

(Okay.)

“Hey, Mireia, Yugudora, let’s head to our place first.”

“Yes.”

“It’s one and a half kilometers east.”

“Got it.”

As the three walked, Mio started a conversation.

“You two need to be careful. The top powers of this world want to kill us.”

“Why do they want to kill us?”

“Because we’ve done bad things and caused many deaths. When we get to the house, you two tidy it up. I’ll go check out a big city.”

“My Lady, I’ll go too.”

“Me too. What if you run into danger?”

“Don’t forget… I’m a king. I’m not that weak.”

Both: “Sorry!”

“It’s fine.”

Mio understood deep down—just like Zamasu from Dragon Ball Super, she had taken over the protagonist’s body, but still wasn’t used to it. If she met the heroes, her only choice would be to run.

(I want to be like Goku Black turning Rosé.)

Thirty-six minutes later, they finally arrived at the house. It turned out to be a 100-square-meter house with “For Little Mio” written above the door.

(Eve’s really that rich?)

Mio stepped up and opened the door. Inside, everything was furnished—except for a modern TV, computer, and phone.

Mireia and Yugudora were wide-eyed looking around.

“Wow, this place is huge!”

“Yeah! Look, Mireia, these two beds are so big!”

“Yeah! Sleeping on them must be super comfy!”

Mio glanced around as well.

“…You two can sleep together tonight. The bed’s big enough anyway.”

“Yes!”

“Thank you, My Lady. We thought we’d be sleeping on the floor.”

“What are you talking about? How could I not care about you two?”

Then Mio walked around the house some more.

(This place has a toilet, kitchen, and bathroom. Looks like I should go to the city and get some other stuff. But I’ll also need a job… and I have to watch out for the hero party.)

“Mireia, Yugudora, I’m going into the city for a bit. You two rest here for now. You’ve probably worn yourselves out earlier, right?”

“Thank you, My Lady.”

“Please be safe, My Lady.”

“Alright.”

After leaving the house, Mio looked toward the big city ahead and began walking in that direction.

After walking for quite a while, she finally arrived. But Mio was curious—why wasn’t she tired? Could it be that a saint’s body doesn’t get tired?

She casually walked into a small street and saw a crowd gathered in a corner. Mio walked over to see what was happening.

There were two people—one large man wearing boxing gloves, and the other like a street performer.

The performer said, “Step right up! Anyone who can defeat this boxer will receive a huge prize! One million! How about it? Do you have the courage to challenge him? Even just participating earns you ten thousand!”

People in the crowd started talking.

Spectator A: “Hey, you go join!”

Spectator B: “What are you talking about? He’s a professional boxer! There’s no way I could beat him!”

“I’ll do it!”

Everyone turned to look at the girl who spoke. The boxer looked at the blonde girl with a dismissive tone.

“Miss, we don’t care about gender in boxing.”

But Mio was confident.

“Don’t worry, I’m very tough.”

“Then if I send you to the hospital, I’m not responsible.”

“Same goes if it’s the other way around, right?”

“Fine. What’s your name? I’m Long Feng.”

“I’m Mio… no, Alexander.”

The crowd started murmuring again.

“She has the same name as the Elf King.”

“Yeah, who is this girl?”

“There are lots of people named Alexander.”

“Alright, Alexander. Here I come.”

The boxer charged quickly and landed a strong right punch on Mio’s face—but Mio smiled.

“Not bad. Too bad it didn’t hurt.”

“What?!”

Mio dashed forward, crouched, and delivered a lightning-fast punch to the boxer’s stomach.

He clutched his gut, staggered back a few steps, and collapsed.

The performer immediately rushed over.

“Brother!”

Then Mio walked over and looked.

(Oh no, that was too strong. I even held back. Could it be that a saint’s strength is equal to or greater than a Spirit from Date A Live?)

The performer handed Mio the money.

“Sorry, heroine. We didn’t realize you were so strong. Sorry for the rudeness earlier.”

“It’s fine. Hurry and take him to a hospital. I’m going to check out other places.”

Some people in the crowd held up devices that looked like cameras and took pictures of Mio. But she didn’t care and walked off.

Mio felt really happy.

(This is great. I can buy this and that. If only Shizuku were here in this world too.)

She entered a supermarket-like store and bought lots of drinks and food. Although there weren’t any instant noodles, there were many canned goods.

(This much should last us. I’ll buy three bath towels and some hand towels later.)

After buying everything, Mio began heading back.

An hour later, four other Elf Kings were having a meal at the newly built palace in Central City.

The Fire Elf King, Volcanic, was still wondering what game to play next.

Out of boredom, the Water Elf King, Isaria, conjured a giant crystal ball to watch human entertainment.

In the past, none of the kings knew anything about human culture or cuisine. Later, Isaria suggested they all experience life in human society together.

The Wind Elf King, Beval, and the Earth Elf King, Lord Gia, were also watching the crystal ball out of boredom. Isaria watched with great interest.

“Volcanic, come look! Humans have cooking shows too!”

“No need, I prefer eating food made by Linsslet.”

“I feel the same…”

Suddenly, the crystal orb showed a scene—Dragon Wind, the strongest boxer in Tianfeng City, was knocked out by a single strike from a girl.

Befar chuckled.

“I’ve heard from my shrine maiden that Dragon Wind is one of the top boxers. To be taken down in one blow… that girl must be someone extraordinary.”

Then the footage switched to the voices of the crowd.

“That girl is so cute, I really want her autograph.”

“That blonde hair is so rare.”

“Does anyone know the girl’s name? I only passed by after the fight.”

“I know, the girl has the same name as the Spirit King.”

“I think it’s Alexander, right?”

The four Spirit Kings were shocked, but quickly regained composure.

Isalia gave a bitter smile.

“To think someone has the same name as Alexander—this world really has everything.”

“There are many people with the surname Alexander, so it’s not surprising.”

Then the crystal orb replayed the scene, and the four Spirit Kings were stunned.

“No way. Wasn’t the Saint’s body destroyed along with Alexander?”

“That’s impossible.”

“It must be a fake.”

“Probably something made up by a bored person.”

Volcanic suddenly had an idea.

“Let’s go take a look. After all, nobody but royal guards knows what we look like.”

The other three Spirit Kings nodded.

Meanwhile, Mio was looking up at the ceiling inside the house.

“Mireia, I’ll go buy you two some clothes later. What colors do you want?”

“White for me.”

“Gray for me.”

“Alright, then I’ll go with peach pink.”

“My Lady, while you were out earlier, we watched the magic screen. You were on it.”

“Really? Magic screen—that must be like a TV? Wait… what did you say!?”

“My Lady, you were on the screen. It’s the top news.”

“Oh no. What did it say?”

“That 98-win boxer Dragon Wind was defeated today by a beautiful girl named Alexander. There was even a magic replay.”

But Mio breathed a sigh of relief.

(Good thing the main characters don’t care about boxing.)

“My Lady.”

“It’s fine. I’ll go out for a walk again.”

After speaking, Mio left the house and ran toward the city.

At the same time, Mio called out to Eve through telepathy.

(Eve, Eve, Eve…)

After a while, Eve finally responded.

(So, how’s the house? Pretty good, right?)

(It is. A lot of things can be operated with magic.)

(Of course. Things like the fridge, air conditioner, and TV can all run on magic.)

(How do I fly? The Spirit Kings should be able to fly, right?)

(It’s easy—just focus your will and you’ll naturally float. For attacks, concentrate energy in your hand and throw it.)

(Got it. Thanks.)

(No problem. Call me again if you need help.)

(Okay.)

Mio began focusing her will, and her body slowly started to float.

“Wow, so this is how I can fly. But first, let’s buy some clothes.”

After flying for a while, Mio landed in a quiet place and headed to the main street.

(This is great. Even escaping will be easier from now on.)

As she walked, Mio didn’t know where to find a clothing store.

(Forget it, I’ll ask someone.)

Right in front of her was a strange-looking shop. Mio went inside and looked around.

“Why is everything in here a weapon?”

“Young lady, what kind of weapon are you looking for?”

Mio thought for a moment. In the world of Blade Dance, of course swords are used. What is this, Dragon Ball where people just brawl?

“Boss, how much is a good one?”

“A good one costs 120,000. It’s forged with five kinds of metals and infused with magic spirit power. The killing aura has been removed, and it’s enhanced in power. It can withstand spirit lords and below. It’s even modeled after Lian Ashubel’s weapon.”

“I want one. Can I get a discount? I’m an adventurer and low on money.”

“Sure, how about 69,000?”

“Deal.”

“I’ll get it from the storage. Wait here.”

“Alright.”

A minute later, Mio paid and received a sword bag from the shopkeeper. She then left the shop.

After walking a bit—

(Damn, I forgot to ask about the clothing store.)

Suddenly, something tugged Mio from behind. She turned around to see four cute little kids.

“Is there something you need, little ones?”

A red-haired one spoke.

“You’re Alexander, right? Why are you here?”

“Yes, I came to buy clothes but haven’t found a store.”

“Do you know who I am?”

“No idea. Did you and your friends get lost?”

“No, it’s just… we were curious since you beat Dragon Wind.”

Just then, a drunken man staggered up to Mio.

“Missy, how about we go get a drink?”

“No thanks, I don’t drink.”

“Come on, my treat.”

“No. Go find someone else.”

Suddenly, an arrow shot into the drunk’s right hand. Three red-haired girls in military uniforms walked over.

“Found you at last, Belled!”

Seeing the situation, Mio stepped forward to block the girls.

“What are you doing? Don’t you have any sense of law?”

“Out of the way. We’re working.”

“Working?”

“He keeps harassing women. We’re here to chop off his left hand and teach him a lesson.”

“You can’t. That’s illegal. He should be sent to jail, not mutilated.”

“No, we’re cutting it off.”

“Then I’ll stop you.”

“Who do you think you are?”

“I am… the Holy King Alexander! And you dare act up in front of me?”

The three girls burst out laughing.

“Hahaha, you a Spirit King? Let me tell you, we’re the strongest spirit users in this city. If you don’t want to die, take those four little girls and get lost.”

“Foolish humans.”

“What did you say!?”

“I said you ignorant, arrogant humans are fools.”

“Kill her!”

The other two girls summoned weapons. Seeing things go south, a voice popped into Mio’s head.

(Master, use me.)

(This voice… Est!?)

(Yes.)

(Then I’ll leave it to you, Est!)

(I am your sword—everything shall be as you wish.)

A sword suddenly appeared in Mio’s hand, and her demeanor changed completely. She pointed the sword at the three girls.

“This is… the time of judgment!”

The three girls froze the moment they saw her eyes.

Her cold gaze pierced into the softest and most vulnerable part of their souls.

It was as if she could see the roots of human evil, and an icy tendril coiled around their bodies, binding their limbs and minds.

In an instant, they felt the threat of death, and their instincts screamed in terror, making them tremble.

The four Spirit Kings watching confirmed that this was Alexander.

They just didn’t know if she was pretending not to know them or had lost her memory.

“W-What’s happening? Why am I scared? Ugh!”

The lead girl realized the tip of Mio’s sword was already at her neck. She was completely paralyzed with fear.

“S-Sorry… I surrender. Please don’t kill me, Holy… Holy King!”

“Take that man to jail!”

After Mio lowered her sword, her expression returned to normal.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The three girls took the man away. Then the four little children came forward again.

“You really are the Holy King Alexander?”

“Of course. But it’s about time I left. You kids should head home so your parents don’t worry.”

“Okay.”

After Mio left, Volcanic and the other Spirit Kings began to talk.

“Looks like it’s really Alexandria.”

“But she seems to have amnesia and doesn’t recognize us.”

“So what should we do now?”

“Let me think.”

At this moment, Volcanic made a decision.

“Then let’s follow her.”

“Sounds good.”

And so they continued chatting back and forth.

Meanwhile, Mio had no idea she was being followed, and was feeling frustrated about not finding a clothing store.

(Damn it, what’s wrong with this city? Forget it, I’ll go home. I’ll come back tomorrow with Mireia and the others. But… I really want to see my sister again.)

Then, without realizing it, Mio began to shed tears.

As she walked outside the city, she saw Mireia and Yugudora.

“You two, why are you here?”

“We felt like something was up with you, so we came to check.”

“Yeah, you were crying just now too.”

Mio sighed helplessly.

“Sigh… I was just missing my hometown a bit. And we still need to go buy clothes when there’s time.”

“Yes.”

“Understood.”

About 100 meters behind Mio, Volcanic opened his eyes wide.

“Didn’t expect Mireia and Yugudora to be resurrected.”

Suddenly, Mireia’s expression changed.

“What’s wrong, Mireia?”

“This feeling is so familiar.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t really know how to explain. You two go back first, I’ll catch up soon.”

“Be careful then.”

Then Mireia headed toward the city, while Mio and Yugudora returned home.

At this time, the four Spirit Kings were walking when Mireia called out and stopped them.

Volcanic looked at Mireia with eyes like he was ready to kill.

“Where do you think you’re going? If I’m not wrong, you’re the leader, right?”

Volcanic saw that Mireia was pointing at him and was already getting ready to act.

“You want me to be burned by my fire… again?”

“Again? I died before? Also, I don’t know you people at all. I came here because I felt something familiar and wanted to check it out.”

“What exactly is Alexandria trying to do? Tell me!”

“Don’t yell! I don’t know what she’s planning. I just know she was homesick and even cried.”

“What?”

At this point, Volcanic could sense that Mireia wasn’t lying, and he spoke more calmly.

“Do you still remember Rubia Elstein?”

“Rubia Elstein?”

Mireia thought for a moment, then shook her head.

“Sorry, I really don’t know anyone by that name. But Rubia… I feel like I’ve heard that name somewhere before.”

Volcanic didn’t know what to say.

(She probably has amnesia…)

Isharia, who was nearby, walked up beside Mireia.

“Then can you not mention meeting us to your master?”

“Sure. Anyway, she’s really kind. No one dislikes her.”

“Then let’s go. Come on, little Vol, let’s go.”

“Alright.”

After watching the four little kids walk away, Mireia still felt something was off.

“Those four kids are really cute… So why did I feel scared before? Am I just too shy?”

After the four Spirit Kings returned to the palace using teleportation magic, Volcanic looked quite happy. Rod became curious.

“Volcanic, what are you so happy about?”

“Of course it’s about Alexandria. Think about it — they’ve lost their memories. This is a chance for them to start over and live better. We can guide them properly.”

“I agree. After all, we were once comrades.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

“I’ll go talk to Bahamut.”

“As for Kazehaya Kamito, maybe we don’t bring him up yet. The grudge is too deep.”

“What grudge? Isn’t it more about positions? Eventually they’ll meet again anyway.”

“Hey Isharia, aren’t you going to the Spirit Academy the day after tomorrow? Talk to Grevas for us.”

“Leave it to me.”

“But the Blade Dance Festival is in nine months. What if Alexandria participates? All her teammates are elites.”

“Beval, you’re not suggesting Alexandria herself will compete, are you?”

“It’s possible. Even with her memory loss, she knows she’s a Spirit King. The killing intent she showed today already scared those spirit users half to death.”

“Yeah, I honestly thought she was going to kill them.”

“Then we’ll take it one step at a time for now.”

As the sun set, Mio was still thinking about maybe building a city like Rimuru. Yugudora and Mireia were bored, watching the magic screen.

“Hey Yugudora, Mireia, do you two want to join me in the Blade Dance Festival?”

“Of course! It’s my greatest honor to fight alongside you.”

“Me too.”

“I’ll go find someone later. Seems like the tournament needs five members.”

Mio recalled volume 20 of the novel. She remembered that all members of the Holy Spirit Knights were still alive. Luminaris St. Lechette seemed like a good candidate.

“Alright, let’s go look tomorrow.”

“Master, I’ll charge first in battle. The more you observe, the better our chances.”

“I don’t recommend that. The Dragon Emperor Knights and Areishia Spirit Academy team are tough opponents. Let’s not think about singles combat yet. I plan to start by facing the weakest team, and once the strong ones are exhausted from fighting each other, we’ll jump in.”

“Good idea! Then I’ll be the healer.”

“Yugudora, you know healing magic?”

“Yes, Master!”

(Mio remembered that in volume 17, Kamito crippled her healing powers… Did Eve heal her somehow?)

“Then let’s talk about the wish system. If we win, we get to wish from another Spirit King.”

“Master, what’s your wish?”

“Yeah, I want to know too.”

“First, money. Let’s improve our lives. The world is peaceful now anyway. Sure, there are still evildoers, but the good will always stop them. Future wishes will depend on the situation — but always for the sake of peace.”

“Master is absolutely right.”

“Yeah, peace really is best.”

“Once we find our fifth member, practice whenever you have free time. Not just swordsmanship — hand-to-hand combat too.”

Both: “Yes!”

At night, Mio stood on the rooftop, looking up at the sky.

She wondered how her sister was doing. If her wish worked, she really wanted to travel freely between this world and the original one.

Mio pointed toward the sky with her finger.

“I’ll definitely make it happen — because I’m Mio!”