In the abandoned building area of the "Seventh School District", although the hunt for the terrorists who attacked the "Council of Management" is still going on, the "Guard Team" that restored the communication system not long ago has been lost.
Traces of the prisoner.
When he came back to his senses, the entire three teams were silent in the pursuit.
Those were all members equipped with special weapons for those with abilities. Even if the opponent had backup personnel who were good at electronic warfare, their target of capture was only a female middle school student.
What a shame!
Reluctantly, after conveying the order to close the team, the man as the captain shattered the communicator in his hand.
After making such a big fuss with no results, he was almost certain that he would face 'punishment' from 'above'...
Near the post office of the third branch adjacent to the fourth branch, in a dark corner that could not be captured by normal cameras, there was a sound of a sewer manhole cover being moved away.
He supported his body and climbed out of the ladder. He had no time to take care of the dirty policeman who was all over his body. He carefully checked the surroundings and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no one was there.
She didn't want to experience this terrible route again.
(…Escape means escaping…what to do next…)
(Or……)
Leaning her back against the wall, the confused girl dropped her shoulders feebly.
Although she escaped this pursuit with the help of unknown people, her situation has not changed at all.
Since the higher-ups have investigated her abilities, it means that her identity must have been exposed, and a "wanted order" will be issued soon.
Fortunately, there is no such thing as rebellion in "Academy City". The worst case scenario is that he would be caught and sent to the Juvenile Correctional Institution in "School District 10".
(...I can never go back to home and school...tsk...it seems like the life of a 'street rat' will have to go on...)
The girl who tilted her head back and raised her head, sorted out the current situation, could almost foresee her future.
Even so, at least until she completes her revenge, she must not lose her freedom.
"..."
"...Okay...I'll just accept your 'suggestion'..."
Recalling the last few messages left by "unknon", the officer narrowed his eyes and laughed at himself.
When her assassination plan failed completely, she had no choice.
"...I have no interest in your purpose or identity, and it doesn't matter to me whose pawn you become..."
"...As long as I can really fulfill my wish, so what if I sell my soul to you..."
The policeman who has personally witnessed the dark side of "Academy City" is not so naive that he easily believes in the other party's promise just because "unknon" saved him.
Whether it is redemption or mutual use, only time will tell.
Staggering steps, like the back of a wounded beast blending into the darkness alone...
…
Not long after that, the attack on the "Council of Control" was suppressed by a certain director, and was determined to be the reason why the espers went on a rampage.
At the same time, Jing Ce Kanqiu, a third-year student at Wuqiu Affiliated Middle School, had to drop out of school due to a serious illness.
Then, among the "ANBU" of "Academy City", a long-lost new blood was welcomed.
After inputting the last command, the girl with long curly blond hair who finally filed all the information processing of Branch 177 sighed softly and twisted her stiff neck.
Outside the drawn blinds, she could see that the street lights were already on. She really didn't expect to encounter such 'overtime work' on her first day of reporting.
"Thank you for your hard work. Let's take a short rest."
A soft voice sounded from behind, and Yanagaku Bimi, who also did not leave, placed the brewed coffee next to the computer desk.
The wisps of fragrance sobered up the tired spirit.
"Thank you, that..."
"Just call me Bimei. Of course, it's okay to call me sister~"
I had taken the time to look at the newcomer's information before, and knew that Flanda was only one year younger than her. The senior high school senior smiled slightly.
Competent 'juniors' will naturally be lovable.
He raised his teacup and took a sip, and Yanagaku Bimi, who was sitting next to him, spoke first like a close sister.
"Frenda...is it okay to call you this?"
"Um."
Whether she calls her by her surname or by her first name, she is actually not that particular about these things.
"Thank you so much for today. If it were just me and Meiwei, we would probably have to..."
"Really? Speaking of which..."
"That's right, that's right..."
After getting to know each other, the endless chatter began to linger in our ears.
This is a cheerful, enthusiastic, and somewhat mature girl, and someone has already commented on her.
Of course, it would be better if the conversation topics didn’t always involve clothing brands, popular idols, and good TV series, which she only knows a little about.
Judging from the high mood of the other party, he must have accumulated a lot of stress during these days.
And when Gufa Meiwei returned from work with a tired look on his face, and this unequal conversation that made Flanda suffer but could not express it finally ended, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening.
Although the two seniors invited her to have dinner with them, she declined them politely because she still had a younger sister to take care of at home.
Anyway, we will have a long time working together in the future.
What's more, there are still some 'finishing' tasks that need to be done...
In the building with no doors or windows, the conversation continued.
One side is a 'monster' that transcends the definition of common sense and is currently unable to manifest freely.
The other side is the "human being" who once stood at the top of the "magician", but for "certain reasons" fell into the embrace of "science" and can only temporarily confirm his identity by appearance.
(...Is this something worthy of surprise? Aleister.)
Aleister Crowley, this is the name used by "humans".
No matter how you look at it, the "human beings" in the "test tube" still have expressionless faces, but the "voice" that cannot be "heard" still "said" like this.
(Being able to conceal her existence here is enough to illustrate the danger of 'her'.)
Probably in response to the question, the "human" closed its eyes.
(I see, this means that your "plan" has just reached the stage where it can be launched, and it has already "changed"?)
It was obvious that the 'monster' himself was the center of the 'plan', but he spoke as if it had nothing to do with him.
(...There is no problem with the "plan".)
"Humanity" is so certain.
(But now it seems that it can only be said to be 'temporary', right?)
The 'monster' replied without thinking.
(...No, according to the next direction of action on 'that line', it should be within the error range.)
(Really? It’s not like you to use ‘should’...forget it...)
It's like there is no more 'interest' and the 'voice' disappears here.
Then, "human" opened his eyes.
If someone were standing in this room at this time, they would definitely use the same word to express their feelings.