You Scoundrel, Your Intentions Are Despicable!

What the hell, they disappeared...?

Watching the few of them vanish from the spot, Nishikawa Taiga looked at the cherry blossoms still drifting across the sky in astonishment, before snapping out of it and shouting, "They're definitely still in this courtyard, go find them!"

"Yes, Master!"

The masked crowd cautiously raised the katanas in their hands, constantly scanning their surroundings.

Illusion?

Iori Muga, wearing a mask as a disguise and drawing his katana, looked at the scene before him where the people had suddenly vanished amidst the cherry blossoms, frowning with hesitation.

Even though he knew it was an illusion, he still couldn't quite be sure whether this was a genuine 'hallucination'.

After all, if this really were an illusion, the sensation felt way too realistic.

From a sensory standpoint, everything around them—whether it was the cherry blossoms, the gentle breeze blowing past, or even the cherry petals themselves—was as real as could be, and there was even a faint scent of cherry blossoms drifting in the air.

Aside from all that, the actions of the people around him were completely identical to reality. Feeling-wise, it was as if they had been pulled into the same magical realm and trapped in the same hallucination, and furthermore, these hallucinations were interconnected.

This was getting a bit absurd.

He had heard of an assassin who specialized in illusions.

Yet illusions at least required a hypnotic device, or perhaps drugs used for hypnosis, with the effect mostly just reducing someone to a hypnotic state. But this... felt more like a combination.

The best of both the real and the illusory?

Iori Muga racked his brains, his CPU practically overheating without him being able to come to any conclusion, so he simply stopped thinking about it so much and bit down directly on the