Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department
There was confusion in Ginzo Nakamori's eyes.
As the former head of the Second Investigation Division (handling high-profile thefts like Kaito Kid), he was originally quite high-spirited. He only encountered occasional setbacks when Kaito Kid slipped through his fingers, but it was generally accepted as part of the game.
But what happened recently…
It was said that the numerous casualties at Mingwang Temple in Kyoto were all due to Kaito Kid's theft of the Kirin Horn.
Logically speaking, this matter essentially had nothing to do with Nakamori. He wasn't even in Kyoto.
But because the intelligence he had provided on Kid over the years was deemed "too little," he was used as an example by his superiors. He was directly dismissed from his post and put on indefinite standby.
As a mid-level director, Nakamori did not have the right to know certain classified information concealed by the top management. Those who were qualified to know the real reason for the casualties were only the top brass attending closed-door meetings at the Tokyo Headquarters.
He couldn't. He was just an errand boy now.
So Nakamori didn't understand.
Just for a lack of information, I was dismissed and investigated!?
During this period, Nakamori's life was falling apart. Not only was his work not going well, but his family was also suffering.
His daughter, Aoko Nakamori, was gloomy all day because her childhood sweetheart (Kaito Kuroba) had seemingly disappeared or become extremely distant.
This was really...
"Cheer up, kid!"
Hearing this gruff voice, Nakamori suppressed a bitter smile.
The only person in the police force who could call him "kid" was his old boss, standing in front of him: Heizo Hattori (Chief of the Osaka Prefectural Police).
"Okay kid, I didn't bring you out here just to look at your ugly, depressed face."
As he spoke, Heizo's expression became deadly serious.
As the Chief of the Osaka Police and a Superintendent Supervisor, Heizo was geographically closest to the Kyoto incidents (Mingwang Temple and the Onmyoryo). Naturally, he took an active part in this new inter-departmental operation.
"Do this job well. Don't ask any unnecessary questions, and discard your damn curiosity."
Heizo handed Nakamori a thick file.
"Be prepared to sign a Level-0 Confidentiality Agreement. Only after you sign it, and complete this task, can you return to your previous position."
These words cheered up Nakamori. It moved him a little.
My old boss still cares about me!
"...So, sir, what is our action this time?..."
Sigh…
Heizo took a puff of his old cigarette with great solemnity.
Inside the dark sedan, amid the swirling smoke, Heizo's expression seemed a little uncertain, which was intriguing for a man known as the "Demon Chief."
His voice was deep, carrying an inexplicable emotion.
"Boy… do you believe that there are Gods and Buddhas in this world?"
Gods and Buddhas?
Nakamori was stunned. He originally thought they would talk about a major terrorist case or a nationwide manhunt for Kid.
He grinned, thinking his old boss was joking with him to ease the tension.
"Sir, how could there be...…"
As he spoke, Nakamori gradually lowered his voice.
Because his old boss's expression did not change.
Because his old boss's eyes were extremely solemn.
It was exactly like the first time Heizo had taken a young Nakamori out on a homicide call decades ago. At that time, his old boss had used the exact same tone.
He had asked: "Boy, do you believe there are lunatics in this world who kill people just for fun?"
Inadvertently, Nakamori's heart jumped.
A feeling of absolute dread, making his scalp tingle, surged into his heart.
He trusted his old boss. His old boss never lied to him.
In an instant, Nakamori thought of the "wrong" reason why he was fired. The lack of corpses. The sudden weather anomalies in Kyoto. The classified meetings.
Could it be…
His throat went dry. He uttered a hoarse question with difficulty.
"Really?"
"...Yes."
The gentle, affirmative response made Nakamori's eyes glaze over in shock.
It really is.
It really is real...
Tokyo: The Yukinoshita Estate
"Do you think we can still hide it?"
Haruno Yukinoshita paced the floor of the luxurious Tokyo residence they had recently purchased. She thought her lovely sister, Yukino, might get into terrible trouble, so she had rushed to her mother, Reiko, to discuss countermeasures.
However, Reiko acted as if she couldn't hide it anymore. She asked directly:
"Many people are watching my every move, Haruno. We are the 'First Family' of the New World. I can't keep Yukino's trip to Kyoto a secret. The 'others' may have already learned the news."
Of course, Haruno understood who the "others" were.
The Suzuki Zaibatsu.
The rural landlords headed by the Chitanda family.
The Metropolitan Police Department.
And the Shinomiya Zaibatsu, who recently joined the game.
Haruno felt that her sister's current situation was very dangerous.
If Yukino wasn't careful, she would become a victim of the "Palace Fight" among the powerful factions vying for Seiran's favor.
If Yukino did something stupid in Kyoto—like offending a sealed God or interfering with Seiran's plans—the other factions would use it as an excuse to demand the Yukinoshita family be stripped of their favored status.
With trembling lips, Haruno tried to defend her sister.
"Yukino should be fine… she has the Crow..."
Hearing this, Reiko's eyes finally lost their calm.
Unlike when she was being affectionate and submissive with Seiran, Reiko now radiated the cold, ruthless temperament of a Matriarch defending her clan's survival.
"You will go there in person. And you will bring Yukino back."
Reiko looked Haruno dead in the eye.
"Whether she is willing or not, you must bring her back. Even if you have to break her legs."
"...What if someone from another faction interferes?" Haruno asked, knowing the Suzukis or Shinomiyas might have agents in Kyoto.
To interfere?
Reiko was unwilling to give up the Yukinoshita family's current position for even a moment. It was their only guarantee of survival.
No one dared to guarantee that they could remain safe in the coming flood of supernatural changes. When the era changes, the first to be buried are small, defenseless families like theirs.
Someone wants to drag the Yukinoshitas into the water and prevent us from living?
Okay.
Then...
"Let them die."
Suginami Ward: Mizunotsuki Residence
Do you want to take over the Yukinoshita's position?
At first, Eri Kisaki thought this pervert was joking when he whispered that into her ear.
She hadn't gotten out of bed for several days.
These days, she was almost entirely confined to the master bedroom. For a while, her brain had melted to the point where she didn't even want to think about anything else.
I'll die…
Every day, he played with her in different ways.
Black silk stockings, flesh-colored pantyhose, lace lingerie. He even used his magic to repair her torn professional lawyer suit, just so he could tear it off her again for "Cosplay" fun.
Sometimes he would use his spatial magic to change the venue without them ever leaving the house: the bathroom, the living room, the balcony, the kitchen.
When the mood struck him, he demanded role-playing.
For example, forcing the dignified Queen of the Courtroom to call him "Master" or "Daddy."
She refused at first.
But she couldn't resist the physical stimulation of his divine Yang energy. Holding on to her pride and refusing to open her mouth only made Seiran more excited. He liked the kind of resistance that Eri couldn't maintain—the kind where she was eventually forced to surrender, panting and crying out his name.
And after learning the terrifying secrets of the world, and accepting that her life was saved by Seiran at the Mingwang Temple, Eri began to break. She began to play along.
In fact, with such a man—a God who was beyond the understanding of the world—behind her, Eri could almost imagine that her future career and safety would be absolute.
But before her, it seemed there were others: a female police officer (Miwako Sato), the new maid (Ai Hayasaka), and the "Slutty Foxes" of the Yukinoshita family (Reiko and Haruno).
Eri hadn't thought about competing for anything.
Because she felt she couldn't compete with girls half her age.
But now.
Seiran seemed to have the idea of "Deposing the Queen" (Reiko Yukinoshita) and replacing her with Eri as the head of his inner circle.
So Eri was a little silent.
She didn't want to fight a political war.
But someone will push me to fight.
If Seiran pushed her, she had no choice but to do it.
If she didn't want to be targeted or hurt by the other factions who hated her sudden rise to favor, then she could only bite the bullet and fight back.
Not fight?
Sure.
If I don't fight, the Suzukis or the Shinomiyas will tear me apart.
Damn… isn't this just a literal Palace Fight? A harem war for the Emperor's favor?
Eri didn't want to, but she was a lawyer. She knew how to build a case and destroy opponents.
Even Seiran, the "Emperor," currently had his face buried in her chest, supporting her willingly with his actions. What else did she have to worry about?
Lying in Seiran's arms, her face was flushed with afterglow.
But there was a sharp, calculating look in her eyes behind her glasses.
The Yukinoshita Family… how should I deal with them?...
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