Tsutomu Muranaka, who had been arguing his case with a metal detector in hand yet had made no attempt to scan the fiancée behind him, froze and turned around.
The bride in her white gown lowered her head, her fingers clenched tightly around her skirt.
"Hey, have you said enough?" Christina took a deep breath, a faint crimson color gathering in her eyes.
"Chris..." Tsutomu Muranaka stared blankly.
That sharp, furious, forceful voice was completely different from her usual gentle tone. He had almost never seen his girlfriend like this.
But Christina had no time to pay attention to him.
She felt a stabbing pain, as though something were piercing her eyeballs.
Her ears were even more chaotic. Confused sounds filled them, as if something were silently collapsing in some unknown space, leaving the thunderous crash to her alone.
"Shut up already—"
"Yelling won't help, ma'am."
Nimbly dodging the massive candlestick stabbing toward the ground, Tangze reached out and grabbed Kenji Hagiwara's arm as he sped past the constantly collapsing edge of the field. Carried along by him in a semicircle, they fled toward the other side of the church.
Pramia was currently pressing her enormous eyeball against the church wall, repeatedly thrusting the object in her hand at the people inside.
Considering her size, this battle was no easy one. Fortunately, they were experienced.
"Do all these egomaniacs with a few screws loose see themselves as Titans or gods of heaven or something?" Kenji Hagiwara complained one-handedly as he gripped the motorcycle handlebar, lifting the front wheel to crush over a fallen stone pillar and heading toward the upper levels of the building.
That was the good thing about Byzantine-style churches. They had plenty of decorative architectural elements and lavish designs, giving them quite a few footholds and places