"I understand."
Aozaki Touko put an arm around Irisviel's slender waist, drawing them even closer together, just like newlyweds taking photos on their honeymoon.
—Click.
Lidell pressed the shutter, accompanied by a flash of white light.
A scenic travel photo at the Excavation City was complete.
"Are these people... here on vacation?"
A middle-aged man among the onlookers grumbled from not far away, "I've lived for over forty years, but this is still the first time I've seen anyone come to Albion's Mausoleum for a vacation."
"Heh... It's not as if I've never seen people come here for a trip, but this is the first time I've seen anyone vacation so brazenly."
Not far away, an old man holding a pipe spoke in a strange tone.
In fact, he had seen quite a few Clock Tower nobles come to Albion for fun, whether to eat some of the local specialties or collect unique magical materials.
But this was truly the first time in his life he had seen a magus come here so brazenly.
"Hey... old man, do you know where else there are any special attractions?"
Beo held several skewers of grilled meat and ate them as he stared at the old man in the distance. His usually harmless, innocent golden eyes revealed a hint of savage ferocity.
In an instant, the onlookers' faces stiffened, and the lively atmosphere plunged to freezing point.
"Er... There's a good restaurant not far ahead."
The old man with the pipe pointed toward a towering building in the distance. Then, the moment Beo's gaze shifted, the nearly century-old man vanished as quickly as a bullet.
The onlookers scattered almost at the same instant, disappearing without a trace in the same manner.
"...If I wanted to kill you, you'd all have been dead already."