Academy City, Seventh District.
On a rooftop some distance from Fang Li's home, a group of people was busy at work.
They numbered around several dozen and wore exceedingly ordinary clothes.
They chatted and laughed as they carried out various tasks across the rooftop.
They installed iron railings, painted the walls, found places to put up posters, flyers, and wall decals, while some people drew and wrote with chalk.
The scene looked like a group of people renovating the rooftop, remarkably harmonious.
However, any magician with keen senses would surely have noticed.
The power known as magic was gradually beginning to take effect alongside these actions.
"Creak..."
At some point, the rooftop door was pushed open, and the unpleasant screech of metal rang out.
"—"
Everyone on the rooftop paused for an instant, but quickly resumed their work, continuing what they were doing while covertly turning their gazes toward the door.
The next second, everyone saw them.
Two people entered through the doorway.
"This is the place, Lord Fang Li."
Gohwa, who had led the way, stepped aside for Fang Li behind her, looking as though she were attending him.
When they saw the person standing behind Gohwa, everyone present's eyes lit up.
Fang Li looked over the gathered people.
"So this is the Amakusa-Style Church?"
Someone answered that question.
"That's right. We are the Amakusa-Style Church."
The speaker was a tall, lean man wearing an oversized white shirt and jeans large enough to fit even a sumo wrestler. Two red stripes crossed over the front of his shirt, forming the image of a cross.
His hair appeared to have been deliberately styled into wild spikes with wax, shining with an eerie black luster like the shell of a stag beetle. He wore basketball shoes with laces over a meter