Trier of the Fourth Epoch

The tall, handsome young man looked like the very embodiment of "perfection." As he stepped into 13 Market Avenue, Angel was swinging the Wings of Death, which looked like a white feather. The armored soldiers who had raised their weapons against her froze in place, their already rust-stained silver armor turning dull and gray.

Their master, Iron-Blooded Knight Sirio, held a white-hot Flame Spear in one hand and a strangely shaped silver mirror in the other. The mirror resembled an open eye, its reflective surface a pupil flickering with black and red light. Yet some force of order had "prohibited" it, and the spear in his hand was slowly moving toward his own heart.

When the headless messenger had suddenly arrived, the Hunter had pulled out the strange silver mirror, ready to make a desperate counterattack. Now he was like a lamb awaiting slaughter.

In each of his terrified, despairing eyes appeared a figure in an elaborate black dress, with nothing above her neck.

Possessed, he was about to kill himself!

But when the chestnut-haired young man set foot on the floor, as though he had stepped across space, the power of death controlling the armored soldiers, the aura of iron and blood surging from the silver mirror, and the sinister force enveloping Sirio all stalled at once, as if they had encountered a problem they could not immediately solve.

Tap.

His other foot, clad in the sort of cloth slipper seen everywhere in Trier, touched the floor. He stood with his feet slightly apart and turned outward, like a cleric praying with closed eyes in a church.

At that soft sound, the rules inside the entire building seemed to change slightly. The armored soldiers, who had barely remained standing but could not move under the Wings of Death's suppression,