Lanchi Pressed Down on the Bloodkin's Shoulder

On a chilly autumn night, a full moon as red as blood hung high above the Bulida Industrial Zone.

Rust-covered shipping containers and winding alleyways were shrouded in a strange, bewitching red glow.

A black crow slowly descended from the moon. Through the hazy mist, it gradually revealed the full appearance of this enormous Mafia stronghold—orderly rows of dilapidated factories, mountains of magitech machinery, narrow passageways extending in every direction, and rusty shipping containers that appeared and vanished in the darkness.

This was the Port District in southeastern Bulida.

It was also one of the few Gray Zones in the city.

"Phew."

Footsteps. Panting.

Suddenly, a girl's figure burst around the corner, tearing through the dead silence of the night.

Her long black hair streamed in the wind, and her violet eyes glittered with fear and resolve. She held a completely black kitten tightly in her arms, as though it were her only hope and comfort.

"Meow meow, Lan Lan! This place is full of shipping containers and alleys, and a bunch of guys in black are chasing us! Help, meow!"

Cat Boss whispered, pressing its mouth against the violet-glowing Communication Magic Card as it desperately called for help.

That afternoon had originally been calm and peaceful. The two of them had been chatting happily while walking back to Saint Krui Di Monastery.

Then Elsa suddenly sensed that something was wrong—or perhaps sensed hostility.

Sure enough, someone threw a transparent magic capsule at them.

When she opened her eyes again, they had already arrived in this unfamiliar area, surrounded and hunted by the Mafia.

The instant it sensed spatial magic, it slipped into Elsa's shadow. Fortunately, its spatial magic had a higher priority, allowing it to come along with her. Otherwise, Elsa would truly have been in danger.

Naturally, that