"Lord Mahiro, the Imperial City has beco so chaotic lately. So many young n, won, and children die every day. The number of cases has skyrocketed compared to before. An evil aura is enveloping the Imperial City."
In the office, Seryu puffed her cheeks as she complained to him.
Mahiro sat there, listening quietly, only occasionally asking a few questions.
He had been spending most of his ti recently at the research institute helping Dr. Stylish develop dicines, leaving him no ti to deal with other matters.
After all, this was his top priority.
But today, when he finally had ti to visit Seryu, he was t with her furious ranting.
Not that it was surprising—Honest had recalled his son Syura and others to form the Wild Hunt.
These wicked villains, under the pretext of capturing Night Raid mbers, committed all manner of atrocities throughout the Imperial City. They arbitrarily arrested residents to use as playthings, even disregarding the security forces responsible for maintaining law and order in the capital!
Things like public rape had beco commonplace occurrences, regardless of gender!
What's more, that Champ character had particularly twisted and perverted tendencies. He called children "angels," then after torturing and tornting them, would cruelly kill them!
He claid it was to prevent them from growing into "filthy adults"!
Now the entire Imperial City felt like a storm was brewing. Their special police unit had beco feared by all.
Whenever people spotted their appearance, the bustling streets of the capital would empty instantly—everyone dared to feel anger but not speak out!
They're truly just garbage.
"Listen, Lord Mahiro, that's not all! The security captains are actually turning a blind eye to all this! How can they allow evil to flourish like this? Isn't this just like what happened with Ogre-sensei?!"
Seryu grew more agitated as she spoke, wildly shaking Koro in her hand, making the poor thing bounce up and down.
Fortunately, it was a Teigu—if it were an ordinary cat or dog, it would have died long ago.
"Now, now, Seryu, calm down."
Mahiro soothed her: "The captains choosing to mind their own business isn't unreasonable. After all, Syura is Honest's son—how would ordinary families dare oppose the minister? They're not ."
"But since you've brought it up, Seryu, I'll take care of this matter today while I have ti. It's been delayed too long—it's ti to take action."
"Really?! Lord Mahiro, you're going to pass judgnt on evil?!"
Seryu was overjoyed.
She had been feeling stifled all this ti, constantly handling official business that had kept her from her patrol duties for so long. Now that Lord Mahiro was going to eliminate evil, how could she not be excited?!
"Alright, let's go et this so-called Wild Hunt today!"
Daring to cause trouble in his territory—even if it were Honest himself, he'd throw him into the slaughterhouse to be castrated!
Let alone his son Syura!
Mahiro first went to the assassination departnt to gather the elite team mbers. Since they were taking action, they might as well have an impressive lineup.
Fortunately, aside from Green who was still out gathering intelligence with the new recruits, everyone else was present.
"Lord Yotsuba, have you gathered us for a mission?!" Nahashu asked with great enthusiasm.
Cornelia, however, couldn't feel any joy at all. If they went out on a mission, it would be a long ti before they could see Lord Yotsuba again.
Although they didn't get to see him much these days anyway.
"Well, you could say it's a mission," Mahiro nodded and said calmly, "You've probably heard of the newly ford special police force, Wild Hunt, right? Their actions have severely disrupted the order in the Imperial City, so we need to deliver a small punishnt and warning to them."
"I see. Indeed, when we went out yesterday, we witnessed it ourselves. Their behavior is truly inhuman—they killed so many innocent poor people!" Tsukushi puffed her cheeks as she spoke.
"Lord Yotsuba, do we need to kill them?" Poney shouted loudly.
Her simple mind couldn't distinguish right from wrong, and she had no particular feelings about Syura and his group. But if Mahiro gave the order, she would spare no effort to carry it out!
Just like Seryu, to her, Mahiro's words were like imperial decrees, even more effective than the Little Emperor's.
"That probably won't do. After all, they are an officially sanctioned departnt of the empire. If we kill them without authorization, it will cause trouble for Lord Yotsuba," Cornelia frowned, analyzing the pros and cons.
Although she detested these people as well.
"Sister Cora is right. I heard their leader is Pri Minister Honest's son. I'd love to take them out, but Pri Minister Honest would surely go all out against Lord Yotsuba," Gin nodded in agreent.
"But we can try reasoning with them first before resorting to force," Kuro muttered softly.
"Heh, I didn't expect you to know so much, Kuro."
Mahiro reached out and ruffled Kuro's short hair.
Kuro's face flushed red, her large black eyes narrowing into crescent moons, making Poney gaze at her enviously.
How enviable! To have Lord Mahiro pat her head like that...
It must feel so nice!
"However, this ti we don't need to reason with them first, nor do we need to worry about that fat pig Honest. Rember, we are the law enforcent departnt. They have broken the law, so we will deliver punishnt—we'll kill them directly!"
"Yes, Lord Yotsuba!"
Though it was just a simple statent, it was enough to inspire all of them.
As expected, Lord Yotsuba was Lord Yotsuba—he never hesitated in his actions.
If there was a problem, he'd kill first and ask questions later!
Soon after, the elite squad followed behind Mahiro, ready to settle the score with Wild Hunt.
Fortunately, they happened to run into these fools on the street near the imperial palace!
For so reason, though, Wild Hunt should have six mbers including Syura, but now they could only see five. That clown-like guy was nowhere to be found.
But it wasn't a big problem.
Because Syura had already thoroughly ignited his killing intent.
"Haha, I never expected the Imperial City to have so many top-quality goods, each more beautiful than the last! Judging by your outfits, you must be from the Assassination Unit, right? I now command all of you to beco my new toys. Rejoice!"
Without another word, Syura imdiately launched into a highly arrogant and idiotic declaration.
He leered lustfully at the won behind Mahiro, paying particular attention to Cornelia and Tsukushi.
Never expecting to enjoy a few appetizers before indulging in Esdeath, Syura felt exceptionally pleased.
However, perhaps due to having played with too many mature won recently, Syura found himself unusually interested in younger girls today.
Thus, with an abnormal glint in his eyes, he stepped forward and directly reached out to touch Tsukushi's delicate face.
"All of you, co with . If you serve well, I might be rciful enough to spare your lives!"
anwhile, Cosmina turned her gaze toward Nahashu and Mahiro, particularly captivated by Mahiro's handso, flawless features that made her heart flutter!
"Little brother, co play with ~"
Imitating Syura's manner, she also approached Mahiro, extending her hand—but this ti toward his belt.
"Don't... don't touch with your filthy hands!!"
With a sharp smack, Tsukushi actually slapped Syura across the face, leaving five delicate finger marks slowly erging on his skin.
This slap instantly stunned everyone present.
The Wild Hunt mbers were shocked that Syura had been struck, while the Assassination Unit was astonished that Tsukushi—usually like a healing mascot—could display such bold fierceness!
However, taking advantage of this montary daze, Cosmina suddenly felt a sharp pain on her head!
"Ouch ouch ouch! Let go of !!!"
Cosmina frantically beat the arm in front of her with her microphone.
They saw Cornelia gripping Cosmina's skull with one hand, coldly stating: "How dare you lay a finger on Lord Yotsuba?!"
After speaking, Cornelia suddenly threw a punch, instantly shattering Cosmina's face and crushing her skull.
Then, as if discarding trash, she threw the dead body aside.
"Ahhh! You... you dare resist ? I'm the minister's son!!!"
Seeing Cosmina already dead and himself repeatedly assaulted, Syura's face twisted in rage as he roared furiously at the group.
"How noisy!"
Thump!
The roar was instantly choked back in his throat as Syura felt trendous force accompanied by tearing agony in his abdon!
It felt as if all the air in his chest was forcibly squeezed out.
Then his entire body seed to fly through the air!
But before he could hit the ground, a large hand grabbed him by the hair.
When he regained awareness, he realized he'd been struck—and by this smiling fellow before him!
"You dare hit , Lord Syura! I'll never forgive you. Steam execution, live burial, dismbernt by chariots, burning at the stake—I'll make you suffer them all! I'll make you beg for death but find no release!!"
"Ah, such classic minor villain dialogue."
Mahiro sighed deeply, even feeling sowhat amused.
Even with his life firmly in Mahiro's grasp, this guy still dared to boast and threaten.
"It seems you truly don't know . In that case, let introduce myself. I am Yotsuba Mahiro, head of the Imperial City's Secret Guard. May I ask, young master Syura, if you could repeat what you just said?"
"!!!"
Syura's heart instantly skipped a beat!
He never expected Mahiro to take the initiative and co find him personally!
All these days, everything he had done was part of his plan to help his father eradicate Mahiro and his group completely. The deliberate provocation of conflicts with the security team a few days ago was rely a diversion to attract their attention!
He originally thought the other side would send subordinates first, allowing him to play with them slowly. He never imagined this guy would co in person!
This made Syura feel quite delighted.
Even while being held by the other party, he showed no fear and laughed boldly.
"Haha, so you're the little chief of the security team and assassination unit! I am Lord Syura, and my father is Pri Minister Honest! How dare you lay hands on ?! Attack them!"
"Break their limbs first if possible—I want to play with them to death later!" Syura snarled viciously.
Imdiately, the remaining three sprang into action.
Izou drew his nurtured demon sword "Kōsetsu," and as the strongest swordsman, he targeted the opponents who intrigued him—Nahashu and Kuro.
He could clearly sense the sharp, deadly aura emanating from both of them!
"Ah, what a pity to die just like that... Well then, I'll carry on your will and fight alongside you! So rest in peace, Cosmina."
Dorothea, a cute blonde loli dressed like the girl next door, didn't rush to act.
Instead, she crouched beside Cosmina's corpse, lifted her body, and revealed a pair of sharp fangs like a vampire's, sinking them directly into Cosmina's neck.
In an instant, she had drained the remaining blood from the corpse, turning it into a desiccated mummy!
"How disgusting!"
Cornelia and Poney attacked simultaneously, striking at the girl from both sides in a pincer movent.
As for Tsukushi and Gin, they faced Enshin, who hailed from a pirate background.
"Lord Syura, you have to give those two big-breasted ones later! I like them so much! Haha!"
"Did you hear that? My subordinates are already discussing how to divide these little girls! Feeling despair? This is the difference in strength! Hahaha! The people under my command are top experts from all over the world. How could your asly little assassination squad trash possibly be a match?!"
"If you kneel and apologize to now, I might even let you watch how I play with your subordinates!"
Syura, for so inexplicable reason, was still brimming with confidence and dared to spout such arrogant nonsense.
Yet Mahiro simply held him by the hair, not letting go, and watched him with a calm smile as he boasted awkwardly.
Seeing that Mahiro seed unmoved, Syura began to feel a bit panicked inside.
Why isn't this guy afraid?!
It shouldn't be like this, this isn't right!!!
However, the next second, Syura got his answer.
Thud!
A spherical object rolled over with a clatter.
Three bullet holes were embedded in the forehead, blood slowly trickling from them, and the face still bore the viciousness and terror of the mont before death.
But that face!
It was actually Enshin, who had just said he wanted to claim the girls!!!
How is this possible?!
"Lord Yotsuba, mission accomplished." Gin stood unscathed alongside Tsukushi, shouldering a massive blade resembling Zangetsu.
"Is that all? Tch, what a disappointnt, you old hag."
Poney looked down contemptuously at the completely aged Dorothea lying on the ground, rcilessly lifting her foot to kick the other's head.
"No, nooooo!!! I don't want to die!!!! I wanted to use my wisdom to preserve my youth and live forever—"
Splat!
Dorothea's head burst open like a waterlon.
"Lord Yotsuba, were you watching? I took down an enemy cleanly~" Poney happily sought praise.
As for Kuro and Nahashu's side, they finished even faster.
Kuro sat atop the corpse of a Super Danger Beast controlled by Yatsufusa, munching on cookie snacks.
Beneath the Danger Beast's rear, Izou was pinned with half his body exposed, weakly reaching toward his broken katana with fading breath.
"Kōs...Kōsetsu... my... Kōsetsu..."
"Hmph, small fry."
Nahashu deactivated the Water Dragon Sword's enhancent and sheathed his blade.
"See that?"
Mahiro smiled while looking at Syura held in his grasp, asking: "Feeling despair? This is the difference in strength. Though your subordinates were experts gathered from around the world, mine are masters I personally nurtured—the kind you can't find anywhere else in the world."
"Damn damn damn damn!!! Where did that damned Champ go?! Co save now!!!"
Syra panicked, he was truly panicking.
He never expected his subordinates to be so utterly useless!
"Won't work. If you an that clown, though he's not here now, don't worry—I'll definitely send him to join you."
"Kill ? You're dreaming!!!"
A glowing formation suddenly shimred at Syura's feet, swirling purple light enveloping him.
Rip!
The guy abruptly exerted force, violently tearing out his own hair before diving into the magic circle.
"Bastards, don't think this is over! Especially you, Yotsuba Mahiro—just you wait! I'll definitely co back for revenge!!!"
Amid the curses, a bizarre scene unfolded as Syura abruptly vanished before their eyes, leaving them unable to comprehend what had happened!
"H-he actually escaped?!" Poney exclaid in shock, "What should we do now?!"
All eyes fell upon Mahiro.
He stood calmly, smiling at the white hair still clutched in his hand:
"Trying to escape using Dinsional Formation: Shambhala? Dream on."
His pupils flashed as an identical glowing formation appeared beneath Mahiro's feet—but its activation was far faster than Syura's, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
...
Monts later.
The light formation reappeared, and Mahiro's figure erged within it.
Compared to when he left, he now held a corpse in his hand.
It was the escaped Syura!
He casually tossed it to the ground alongside the other corpses.
"Lord Yotsuba, how should we dispose of these corpses? Shall we hang them in Imperial City's central square as a warning?" Nahashu stepped forward and asked.
Like the other girls, he showed no shock whatsoever, instead brimming with admiration and considering it completely natural.
After all, in their eyes, Mahiro was the embodint of omnipotence!
As for Nahashu's proposed thod, it was indeed an Empire tradition—displaying enemies' corpses to the citizens as demonstration of what befalls lawbreakers!
But this ti, Mahiro had no intention of doing so, instead instructing:
"Transport these bodies back to the assassination departnt. I plan to send Pri Minister Honest a grand gift!"
He had conceived a brilliantly vicious sche that would shock both body and soul.
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