The Gradual Return
Meccha City, Liverpool.
Autumn had arrived.
The temperature began to drop, lending a trace of chill to the howling wind.
The broadleaf trees gradually took on a yellow hue, announcing the change of seasons.
The pedestrians on the streets changed into cold-weather clothing one after another.
Only the Automaton Dolls working diligently remained unchanged. They neither feared heat nor cold, allowing steam to rise throughout every corner of the city.
Looking at this prosperous cityscape, no one would believe that a fairly large-scale riot had taken place here just two months ago.
Calling it a riot was actually inaccurate. It would have been more correct to say that the Automaton Dolls had gone collectively berserk and wantonly attacked humans in the streets.
Of course, this had not been caused by any flaw in Mekuraku Magecraft, but by a rebellion orchestrated by a British prince.
The person who resolved that rebellion was a student of the most outstanding and renowned world-class Magus family in Meccha City, Liverpool—the top academy of Mekuraku Magecraft, Walpurgis Royal Meccha Academy.
By now, many people knew this student's name. He had also attracted the attention of numerous world powers. Even many of Liverpool's citizens knew his name and loudly claimed that the winner of this generation's Night Party, the Demon King of the next generation, would undoubtedly be this young man.
Unfortunately, after that incident, the Machina Academy began its summer vacation, and the Night Party was temporarily suspended as well. Many people left the academy and returned to their respective countries.
That young man was one of them.
As a result, the ulterior-motivated people who had come specifically for the young man found themselves empty-handed and could only leave dejectedly.
Only recently, as the summer vacation entered its final phase and the