Bazett's Day of Misfortune (Continued)

As the flyers were handed to him, Bazett sensed danger.

She had seen this situation many times.

This is a common sight at airports, a tactic used to attract tourists from other places to spend money.

Don't be fooled by the "cheap" label; the actual prices inside are ridiculously high.

This is a common way to rip off customers; she wouldn't fall for it.

She, Bazett, is no pushover.

"Sorry, I don't need it."

Thinking this through, Bazett immediately picked up his suitcase and broke free from the group's encirclement after refusing.

However, just as she was about to take a taxi to Fuyuki City to consider it further...

Sudden...

Cries for help came from the street next to her.

"Help! Someone help me..."

"Um?"

As the Sealing Designation Executor of the seal, Bazett's senses are quite sharp, especially in situations like cries for help.

She turned around following the sound, and saw an elderly man in a gray shirt curled up on the sidewalk on the road she had just walked across. His cane had rolled half a meter away, and he was still tightly clutching half a bag of unopened steamed buns. He looked very pitiful.

Bazett felt a pang of pity upon seeing this.

Although she was also Magus, she was still somewhat of an outcast compared to her inhuman colleagues.

Although she doesn't actively do good deeds or bad things, she will still help out if it's something she can do easily without delaying the task.

Seeing that the taxi he was looking for hadn't arrived yet, Bazett didn't think twice. He ran over, squatted down, carefully took the old man's arm, and asked, "Sir, are you alright?"

Just as her fingers touched the old man's body, intending to check for fractures, Bazett felt something was wrong. The instant she touched his arm, Bazett suddenly grabbed her wrist with a force unlike that of someone who had just fallen.

"It's you! You bumped into me while walking!"

"What?!"

Bazett looked terribly alarmed.

The next moment, the old man's voice suddenly rose, hoarse, each word sounding like it was coated with grit, "I was walking along the road, and you came from behind, so you knocked me down! Are you still trying to deny it?!"

"Ha?"

In an instant, Bazett's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

Is this a staged accident scam?

"I--"

"Help! Help! Someone is harassing an elderly person here!!"

She was about to say something more, but the old man's voice became even sharper, echoing across the entire street as if it had been amplified.

In an instant, as if receiving some kind of signal, the surrounding pedestrians swarmed around Bazett, criticizing her and standing up for the old woman.

At that moment, Bazett felt the darkness emanating from humanity.

At this moment, in this situation, she knew perfectly well that she was being framed.

This is a terrifying thing that often happens in various tourist places. Once you get entangled with someone, you will become a sucker and be swindled out of a lot of money.

Thinking about the wallet he had worked so hard to build up, Bazett was immediately terrified.

No, absolutely not! That kind of thing must not happen.

"Don't talk nonsense! I didn't touch you!" Bazett's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he looked at the old man with a serious expression, saying, "I'm warning you, you old liar, you will never get a single penny out of me!"

"You're lying! You're the one who touched me! You say you didn't touch me, so what proof do you have?!"

The old man immediately turned the tables and accused the perpetrator again.

"That's right! If you didn't hit him, why did you help him up?!"

The others also began to loudly echo their sentiments.

"Prove..."

Bazett's eyes widened upon hearing this. She looked at the other pedestrians around her, hoping they could help her escape this self-incriminating trap, but everyone present seemed to have been prepared in advance and unanimously gave the same testimony, all saying that she was the one who hit her.

At that moment, Bazett knew he had encountered a gang committing the crime.

"I... I'm not okay!"

She was about to say something more when, in the next moment, she suddenly saw two furtive thieves pick up her suitcase, which she had left by the roadside, and run away.

"Get away!"

So Bazett, no longer willing to linger with these people, suddenly increased his strength and flung the old man's arm away, trying to retrieve his luggage.

But along with...

"Oops!"

A deliberately shrill scream rang out, and the old man she had thrown aside suddenly fell to the ground in an extremely exaggerated manner, shouting as he did so.

"This is bullying! This is bullying an old person! Is there no justice left?"

As he spoke, he held onto Bazett's leg tightly, preventing her from moving an inch.

At that moment, even the people around them took out their phones and recorded what had just happened.

For a moment, Bazett was speechless.

Looking at the guy clinging to her leg, she thought it over and over again, but she couldn't take it anymore.

"You damn liars!!"

Then--

About ten minutes later.

"Name, age, place of origin".

Inside the detention center by the street, a bowl of fragrant pork chop rice was placed in front of Bazett.

At this moment, Bazett looked at everything happening in front of him with a bewildered expression, and then suddenly stood up in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? I'm the one who got scammed, and I've lost all my luggage!"

She turned to the person interrogating her.

"That's true... but you really did beat up all twenty-odd people in the room, didn't you?"

The police officer was also taken aback by her imposing manner. "You're very impulsive, young man."

"That's because they committed the crime as a group!" Bazett was still unconvinced. "You can check the surveillance footage!"

"Um... I've already reviewed the surveillance footage, and the other party has been questioned. It turns out the elderly person did fall on their own, but the other party has Alzheimer's disease's and might have misremembered. The others may have acted out of concern for the elderly person. But no matter how you look at it, you're the one who hit someone, right? And you caused so many people to be hospitalized."

"Oh... is that so?"

This time, it was Bazett's turn to lose his composure once again.

"Yes, although they are hateful if what you say is true, you were also wrong to take action on your own."

The police officer said helplessly, "So why didn't you call the police? Isn't there a police station nearby?"

"Ah..."

At that moment, Bazett's brain went blank.

Yeah, why didn't she call the police? Wouldn't the truth just come out if the police checked the security footage?

The reason is actually quite simple: as the Sealing Designation Executor for sealing, Bazett's role in the Magecraft World is similar to that of a police officer in the secular world.

So when faced with this situation, Bazett's first thought was to resolve it herself, rather than find someone to resolve it. As a result, on her very first day in the Far East, she created the terrible situation of foreign tourists assaulting nearly a hundred elderly people.

Thinking back to his impulsiveness at that time, and how many people took photos, Bazett could foresee how things would turn out.

"While I understand your difficulties, we are simply handling this officially."

Seeing Bazett's expression, the police officer continued, "In short, that's the situation now. Given how things have developed, as a police officer, I can't say who's right or wrong. However, for your own good, and to prevent further harassment, we've decided to detain you temporarily for a few days, and then..."

"Let me out?"

Bazett's eyes suddenly lit up; he felt there was still a chance for things to turn around.

"No, we're sending you back to Britain to handle it there."

The police officer said seriously.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bazett's vision went black, and he slumped weakly against the chair.

He muttered to himself, "How could this happen..."

My Holy Grail War is over... After much deliberation, Bazett looked at the police officer in front of her again. Was she considering whether to use Suggestion Magecraft to escape? But she knew very well that even if she hypnotized the police officer, it wouldn't change the fact that her actions today were recorded in her file. If she left, she might become a fugitive, making it even more difficult for her to move around.

A breakthrough?

If I had the strength, I could easily break through here.

But if she really assaulted a police officer, her life would probably be over.

So...

What should we do?

Bazett thought for a moment, but this desperate situation was arguably the biggest problem she had ever faced in her life. So, in order not to let her life end like this, she clasped her hands together and pleaded with the policeman in front of her with utmost sincerity.

"Um... could you please make an exception? I have very important things to do in the Far East. Is there really no other way?"

"I see..."

Upon hearing her words, the policeman stroked his chin, then pretended to think about it seriously for a moment before giving a very pertinent suggestion.

"If you don't mind, you can also ask those you beat up for forgiveness and get their letters of understanding."

"Ha?"

The result remains the same...

Have they completely gone bankrupt?

Looking at the empty wallet and the suitcase that had completely vanished.

Bazett slumped against the bench like a puppet with its strings cut, utterly dejected.

Although the police said they would help her find her lost items, who knows how long that will take.

She was also aware of the police's inefficiency.

That's her last possession, along with some Magecraft props; losing it would be a huge loss.

Adding to the loss of several million yen from the recent compensation claim, she has already invested her entire life savings and can only hope that the Department of Law can reimburse her.

So...

What should I do now?

Realizing her situation, Bazett looked at the bustling street in front of her and listened to the laughter and chatter of the crowd, but she only felt that it was a bit noisy.

The Holy Grail War hasn't even started yet, but everything seems to be over.

Next, she had to figure out how to survive in this bustling steel jungle without a single penny.

On the other side.

"Well, the plan is going fairly smoothly. Thank you all for your hard work."

Inside the detention center, the policeman who had just released Bazett looked at the extras in front of him, who were responsible for extorting Bazett, and said with admiration.

After confirming that the other party had left, he paid each of them a large sum of money again to send them away, and then took the briefcase that should have belonged to Bazett.

That's right, not only the elderly man who staged the accident and these onlookers, but even the thief was arranged by him to set a trap for Bazett. Even the detention center was fake, since how could a police station be built right near an airport?

That guy was completely fooled by them, without a shred of suspicion.

He then picked up his phone and called Reines, who was still in London.