Magical Comprehensive Travel

Twenty-one months old. The night of the crescent moon--

In the middle of the night that day, the assault squad of the Special Administrative Region Guard attacked the old warehouse in the harbor area. That's because there is intelligence that a syndicate of criminal smugglers is conducting black market arms trafficking here.

Explosives blew the door of the warehouse, and then the team members in body armor made a frontal breakthrough.

Rusty iron pillars. Stacked wooden boxes. Under the dim mercury light, the men in the warehouse stood up together, and at the feet of them who seemed to be enjoying the card game just now, the sonic bomb that was thrown exploded, followed by a slightly charged bullet. He swept towards the men whose vision was instantly taken away.

The bullets used by the Assault Squad are sanctified amber gold bullets. It was a special bullet used to seal the body regeneration ability of demons, and it was used against orcs.

After breaking through the wall on the inside of the warehouse, the second unit of the Assault Squad rushed in. The suspects who tried to escape from the window were defeated one by one by the sniper squad lurking in the surrounding buildings.

The battle was over in less than two minutes. In the face of a surprise raid by two detachments of the fully-armed SAR Guard, the suspects had no idea what to do and they all overwhelmed them. In the warehouse where the smoke from the tear gas dissipated, they could be seen lying on the ground in layers.

There are seven men there. And all of them are demons, and they are all demons who have entered illegally without a registration card.

They were falling to the ground in a state of being bathed in blood by the hail of bullets.

Although it is impossible to kill the orcs with the vitality of ordinary people with this level of damage alone, but it seems to have achieved the result of preventing their beastization and making them unable to move.

Bind all the prisoners——the commander of the assault squad gave his subordinates such an instruction.

However, at this moment he suddenly remembered. The information I received at the battle meeting before the break-in. There are eight suspects lurking in the warehouse. Well, there should be another person somewhere.

- Not good!

The bodies of the defeated orcs suddenly bounced away violently in front of the squad leader who re-armed his guns in an instant. Appearing from below was an almost harmless demon. An orc with a sturdy body and a neat black leopard head. It seems that he protected his body with his companion as a meat shield, so he hid his breath.

In the hands of the demon who had been completely beastized, he held a small device like a remote control.

I'm afraid that simple machine is the switch that detonates the explosives in the warehouse. The squad leader who noticed this took a deep breath.

Quickly back away—the squad leader yelled so angrily. But his voice was swallowed up by the sound of the explosion.

The stacked wooden boxes were smashed by the shock wave, and the swept heat wave burned the interior of the warehouse in an instant.

The flames that dyed the night sky a true red color—

2

"Shit!Shit!Shit!Shit!...to do such a thing for me, those humans!"

While cursing in a hoarse voice, the leopard-headed man galloped down the street in the middle of the night.

There was pain from the wound from the gunshot, and the pain from the eyes and nose was probably the effect of tear gas. Being attacked by the magic-infused weapon hindered the orc's regeneration ability, prolonging the pain even more.

But that's not the only reason why men are annoyed.

It would have been nice to get away from the explosion, but the loss of his comrades made even the matter of the weapon trade shattered. While this is not a loss to the degree of obstruction to the plan, it is certainly a gaffe. If this goes on, he will probably lose his prestige in the organization, and the major's trust in him will also be lost.

"Unforgivable, those guys... must make them regret it!"

The man looked at the warehouse surrounded by flames behind him with hateful eyes.

Then he slowly moved his gaze to the night street lit by the moonlight.

Itogami, Tokyo - This is a huge artificial island floating in the Pacific Ocean. A city where humans and demons coexist, a product of the Sanctuary Treaty. It is also an ominous "Magic Special Zone".

The Leopard Head Man was born in the "War King Domain" in Europe, and he had no hatred with the human beings in Itogami City.

But he had a reason to destroy the street. If the "Demon Special Zone" collapses, the world will know that the Black Death Emperor's faction is alive and well, and it will become a wolf smoke that represents the rebellion against the hateful tyrant who devalues ​​the status of the Demons.

The plan is already in motion, and even if the SAR Guard wants to do something more now, the fate of the city will not be changed.

Although he was a little hindered, considering that he attracted the attention of the guys, it might as well be a good opportunity. As long as he acts as a bait to cause chaos in the SAR police, the success rate of the plan will undoubtedly increase. Even his current thoughts may be part of the Major's plan.

In any case, the chance to take revenge on the Special Zone Guards who took away his comrade is about to come. It would be nice to plant a bomb in the middle of the city and make those guys feel overwhelmed.

It doesn't matter how many citizens are involved. It's just that they died earlier than the others. Yes, in any case, the fate of this street is to die.

Hahahaha - the lips were lifted up until the cheeks were split in two, and the man laughed loudly.

In this way, he jumped up in the form of an orc, and he jumped on the roof of the five-story building in one breath. The Leopards are among the Orcs known as the L species, and they are also particularly prominent in their lightness and agility. No stalker could catch him running away in the night market.

For now, lurking somewhere, let me wait until the wound heals—

But before that, the man thought so and pressed his finger on the remote control button of the detonator in his hand.

They had two pre-installed bombs, the first one had been used up in the warehouse, and the other was left in the underpass in the harbor area.

This was the time when the reinforcements of the Special Zone Guard, who were called to rescue the wounded, passed through the place. Use the first blast to induce the enemy's allies to gather, and then use the second bomb to annihilate them all. This is a widely used method on the battlefield.

"The hatred of the comrades, give me a good experience -!"

The man exerted strength on the hand holding the remote control.

However, even though it was clearly touching the button, there was no touch.

Driven by the strong sense of disobedience, the man looked at his right hand and took a breath.

The remote control that was supposed to be in his hand was gone.

Instead, what was wrapped around his wrist was a chain. Silver chains that stretched out from nowhere bound his wrists like handcuffs.

"what is this!?"

In order to tear off the chain, the leopard-headed man injected power into his wrist. But even with the arm strength of an orc, this silver chain could not be ripped open. Instead, the man was pulled by the chains and became immobile in this place.

Immediately after that, there was a laughing inarticulate voice behind him.

"—After all, this is the "Lock of Discipline" forged by the gods. You can't break it with your strength."

"what!?"

In response to the unexpected voice, the man made a low voice and looked behind him.

The owner of the voice was a young woman. Above the water tower on the roof, stood a woman.

It was a short girl who seemed to be mistaken for a young girl. She was wearing an exaggerated costume, and she was holding a parasol even in the middle of the night. And the innocent and neat face looks like he is looking at a cute doll. This gesture, which was incompatible with this place, made the man feel a wave of terror for no reason.

"Up to now, I'm still using a cheap analog wireless detonator that hasn't been encrypted yet. It's really a shame that it hasn't gone off the rails so far."

The woman whispered mockingly as she spun the remote-control-like little machine in her palm.

The man who saw this scene convulsed, and the machine that the woman holding the parasol was playing with was the detonating device of the bomb he had just held. What kind of trick was used, this woman, even let him, who is an orc, approach him without realizing it, and took the detonating device away.

"The magician, how did you catch up with me?"

The man with the leopard head narrowed his golden eyes and stared at the woman. But the woman covered her mouth and laughed.

"You're the guy, do you think you can escape from this lady? You have to be arrogant, wild cat"

"...Let's get carried away, little girl!"

Facing the figure of the woman who laughed mockingly, the leopard-headed man's voice became violent. He pulled out the knife on his belt and slashed at his right wrist. That was done with the intention of cutting off the wrists that were shackled by the chains and freeing the body again. The woman holding the parasol spit out a voice of admiration.

"Hmph, as a wild cat, you have the guts to be admired. It seems to be Christopher Galdesius' subordinates, the old immortals of the Black Death Sect, it's really hard for you to cross the sea specially."

"……Kill you!"

Blood was sprayed from his right hand, and the man roared.

Even for an orc with a high degree of healing power, it is not easy to fully restore a severed wrist. However, even with this level of sacrifice, there is still a need to defeat this woman who does not know her true identity here. In order for their plan to succeed, the woman who knew the name of their major, Christopher Galdesius, could not be left alone.

Immediately tore his wrists apart, and the man charged towards the woman holding the parasol with an explosive acceleration unique to an orc.

There is no need to rely on knives, and the strength of the orcs is outstanding among the demons. A human woman like this powerless can tear her to pieces even with her bare hands.

But even knowing this, the woman holding the parasol still showed an elegant smile.

"It's useless, you-"

The man stretched out his fingertips with claws and touched the woman's slender shoulders. Just when he thought so, the woman's figure seemed to sink in the water, leaving beautiful ripples dissolved in the void.

"what!?"

The leopard-headed man turned around with a startled expression.

The woman raised her parasol gracefully and moved to the roof of the next building more than a dozen meters away.

There was no sound, no breath, not a single hair was shaken. It's all happening in an instant.

It was reminiscent of a mirage in the desert, but the presence of that woman was definitely not a phantom.

The beating of the heart.

breathe.

body temperature.

odor.

The Orc's sense organs, which prided themselves on being hundreds of times more accurate than ordinary people, informed that the woman was a reality.

She is without a doubt a human being with physicality.

"I've said it before, you can't kill me..."

Laughing like teasing, the woman snapped her fingers.

Huge ripples appeared in the vast space around the man. When it was discovered that those that looked like ripples were high-density magic circles, it was too late. Countless silver chains that emerged from the void attacked the man like a conscious snake, binding his entire body.

"It's actually a space control magic...!? How is it possible! Only a high-level magician who is proficient in this way can do such a skill! Why is a little girl like you...!?"

The man whose whole body was restrained by chains and fell to the ground trembled and let out a stunned voice.

But the woman didn't say a word, folded her parasol, and let out a boring sigh. Looking up at her moonlit profile, the leopard-headed man groaned in a low voice.

"So that's it... You guy, is Nangong Nayue!? Why are you here!? Haven't killed enough demons yet, you "witch of the gap"...!"

"Oops...that's such a talkative wild cat."

The woman holding the parasol spit out words coldly. With a slight lift of her hand, Ben's severed leopard-headed man's wrist emerged from the empty void, seamlessly rejoining his hand.

What is this doing, the man casts hateful eyes on that month. The moon looked back at him blankly.

"Don't worry, it's not a kind treatment, it's just a temporary treatment to suppress bleeding. It would be troublesome if you died before getting the necessary information."

"...Do you think I will tell you about my companions?"

"I don't think that Christopher Garduccio didn't tell you the real plan either."

"What's the meaning……?"

That month didn't answer anything and turned her back to the man who was shaking.

"What the **** are the terrorists in the "Warlord Domain" planning to do in the "Demon Special Zone" in the extreme east like this? Although I am interested, the questioning should be left to those guys in the special zone police force. Don't look at me like this, I I'm still very busy, and I have to prepare for tomorrow's class."

"Preparation for the course...?"

The leopard-headed man was puzzled by the completely out of place remarks that month.

She made the demons of Europe tremble with fear under the alias of "Witch of the Void", but she is an English teacher in a high school, which is unimaginable by any means.

Gently, leaving ripples in the air, that month's figure disappeared. All that remained there was the figure of an orc who was bound by chains and fell to the ground.

Shit, spit out vulgar words, and the man laughed in a low voice.

That's right, nothing will change. Even if he is arrested here, the situation will not change at all. Everything is proceeding as planned, and even a power like the "Witch of the Void" cannot change this future.

In any case, the fate of this city is to die.

The leopard-headed man, bound by silver chains, continued to laugh in the dark.

The midsummer moon, tonight also quietly illuminates the streets that sleep in ignorance.

Before dawn—

In the waters south of Tokyo, 330 kilometers away, "the tomb of the **** of the sea". It is an offshore cruise ship with a total length of about 400 feet, commonly known as a mega yacht. It is a beautiful ship with a huge hull comparable to a military destroyer, and a magnificent decoration that even a luxury passenger ship cannot touch its heels. Its majesty can even be called a palace on the ocean.

However, "Poseidon's tomb" is only a private property. This is a city of extravagance to awe-inspiring luxury, built for the sole owner of a boat.

This is a fact that seems unreal, but anyone who hears the name of the ship owner will understand. The owner of "Poseidon's Tomb" is Duke Aludiaru, Dimitriy Vattola - that is, a noble of "King of War".

And the owner is enjoying the moonbathing on the roof deck of his love boat, lying on a luxurious summer bed and sipping a blackcurrant in a glass.

He is a handsome blond and blue-eyed man, and his appearance age is probably in the second half of his twenties.

However, his title is, Noble. This means that he is a vampire with superpowers known as the "Old Generation". On his vast territory on the "Warlord's Domain", there is always a formidable combat power that rivals Western European armies. And he himself is a monster with enormous power that can destroy a big city in an instant.

A slender figure approached the young nobleman.

Standing there was a young girl who looked like a Japanese. She was slender and slender, and her appearance felt gorgeous and graceful. The skin is fair and the hair color is very light. A beautiful girl reminiscent of cherry blossoms in full bloom.

The long ponytail fluttered silently with the sea breeze.

She was wearing the uniform of a prestigious girls' school in the Kansai region.

And her right hand is holding the container of the black musical instrument used for the keyboard.

"Is it here, Your Excellency?"

The long-haired girl stood there and gave a respectful salute.

At this time, it happened to be in front of the boat they were on, and it was time to see the destination. It was a lonely island floating on the ocean. Artificial islands constructed from super-large floating structures——

An academic research city that was built for the purpose of controlling the dragon veins, and is currently conducting research on the ecology and abilities of the demons. That is, the "Magic Special Zone" Itogami Island.

"Is it a fake earth created from scrap iron and magic? It's really a huge waste. That's what makes humans interesting."

The young man muttered to himself in an attitude that was both belittling and admiring.

Holding his words with a cold smile, the girl handed out a letter.

"I brought you a letter of greeting from the Japanese government."

"……Well?"

As if he just noticed the existence of the girl, the noble young man slowly turned his head. His amiable smile didn't carry the sense of coercion peculiar to a vampire who hides his enormous power.

Accepting his mocking gaze from the front, the girl continued speaking lightly.

"From 0:00 this morning, it is acknowledged that your Excellency has come to visit the "Demon Special Zone" Itogami Island. In the future, according to the provisions of the Sanctuary Treaty, you will be received as a diplomatic ambassador of the "War King Domain"—that's it."

"Very good, it's a very reasonable conclusion. Even if I was told not to come, I would still log in on my own, but it saves me a lot of time."

Remaining on the summer bed, Dimitriel Vattola smiled innocently.

But the girl's expression stiffened as if she was wary of him.

"However, there is one condition."

"Huh. What is it?"

"Promise to act with the monitors sent by the Japanese government, I hope you will follow this advice."

"With eyeliner, right?"

That's right, Vatora nodded as if amused.

"So, who is that watcher?"

"I'm taking the liberty of taking this position."

The girl answered the question with a calm tone and a defiant expression contrary to her tone.

Since she is a self-proclaimed monitor, her mission is of course not just a tour guide.

When it was discovered that the existence of Vattola would threaten the Japanese government. In the worst case, to kill him, that's what she declared. It also means that the girl has the power to destroy the vampires of the "ancient generation".

Hearing this, Valtola turned around and looked at the girl in disbelief.

"Ah, yes, by the way, who are you?"

Facing the words of the noble young man, who was beautifully indifferent, the girl sighed a little.

"My name is Hwangsaka Sayaka. The person who has the title of Mai Weiyuan approved by the Lion King agency."

"Is the Lion King agency? I seem to have heard this name somewhere."

Valtola murmured in a voice without any tension. The girl shook her head impatiently and helplessly.

"It's a secret agency of the Japanese government responsible for dealing with magic terrorist activities."

"...Magic terrorist activities?"

"Your visit to Itogami City this time will be the subject of surveillance by the agency, so we will accompany you, please agree to this."

"Really. Well, it's all right."

The young nobles accepted this easily. Then he narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"By the way, the inspector sent is actually a lovely woman like you. The Japanese government really doesn't care about the atmosphere."

It would be even better if it was a cute boy. Sayaka looked at Vattora who was talking to herself with a rather unpleasant gaze.

"Although you say so, Your Excellency. Don't look at me, I am also a magician who is licensed to hold the six-type heavy bow. Please don't forget, I have been granted the right to kill your Excellency according to my own judgment. "

He thought that Saayaka's threatening words out of displeasure would make him feel down, but unexpectedly, Valtola laughed in a cheerful voice.

"Hahaha, very good. You are quite interesting, I like it very much. By the way, for me, whether it is Dima or Vatora, you can call it whatever you like. It's serious like your Excellency. The name should be waived."

"...I understand, Duke Aludyaru."

Sayaka's attitude toward him did not change. Vattola's behavior became surly, and then he sat up and looked at Sayaka, his eyes were shaking like two red heat waves.

"So, what about my other request."

"Wish...?"

Saiyaka's expression stiffened at the icy aura emanating from Vattola's body.

"I don't know what you're talking about, is it the Fourth Primogenitor?" Sa Shihua asked.

"No, not the Fourth Primogenitor, you will see it."

Facing Sayaka who reported in a calm and calm manner, Valtola grinned slightly.