Opponent

Jenny struggled to lift the suitcase and followed Sulu out of the shop.

Just then, she saw an obvious disturbance break out at the far end of the alley.

Quite a few Gray Robes were fleeing in a crowded rush, like a crate of sardines being overturned.

Behind them were uniformed constables.

"The constables are raiding the Black Market..."

Jenny murmured as she watched the old woman who had tried to sell her fishman ointment dart away with astonishing speed. One look was enough to tell that she possessed contraband.

Thinking of that, she could not help staring blankly at her own suitcase. There was contraband inside it too.

"What are you standing around for?"

Sulu grabbed her arm and ran into a corner.

"Don't move! Constabulary inspection... line up, one by one!"

The constables' roars came faintly from nearby.

This alley had only two exits, one at either end, and was extremely narrow, making it easy to control.

Of course, some unscrupulous merchants had surely prepared other escape routes long ago.

But Sulu's method was much simpler and more direct. He took out a piece of chalk and drew a door on the wall.

Then, with a flash of light, the door became real.

"Follow me!"

He led Jenny through the doorway.

Jenny was still in a daze when she realized they had arrived on the next street over.

Behind her, the door on the wall slowly reverted to a chalk drawing, which Sulu quickly erased.

"That was..."

She asked with a vacant expression.

"Creation Chalk—not a magical item, but a genuine mysterious artifact. In the major Churches, it would be dangerous contraband that had to be 'contained.'"

Sulu explained with a soft laugh, "Anything it draws can become real... though not living creatures. They have a one hundred