Transmigrate, Get Arrested on the Spot, and Thrown in Prison (5.1K)

"Ms. Kyoko Fujibayashi, is there anything else you'd like to say?"

After Kudo Retsu left, Mahiro looked up at the woman standing motionless opposite him.

"No, there's nothing more to say..."

Kyoko Fujibayashi looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, and managed a smile that looked more like a grimace than a cry.

"This is the last thing I can do for my cousin, for my grandfather, and for the Kudou Family. I have no regrets."

"Tsk, they have absolutely no dignity, how boring."

Seeing the pitiful girl in front of him, putting on such a pathetic expression, he couldn't help but feel annoyed. He decided to ignore her and got up, leaving the private room in a few quick steps.

Before leaving, he reminded Kyoko Fujibayashi to follow.

The women at the gathering outside were understandably surprised to see Kyoko Fujibayashi following behind him.

"Miss Fujibayashi, what's wrong...?"

Miyuki was about to speak, but noticed that Kyoko Fujibayashi's eyes were still red, so she quickly stopped herself.

Mizuki Shibata and Honoka assumed that Kyoko Fujibayashi had encountered something unpleasant or had been bullied by someone, which was why she was acting this way.

Erika, Lina, Miyuki, and Kitayama Shizuku exchanged a glance, their brows slightly furrowed, and they already understood.

As daughters of prestigious families, how could they not know what was going on?

It's highly likely that Kudo Retsu was betrayed by Kyoko Fujibayashi.

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Volume 8: Strike the Blood

Chapter 330 Time Travel, On-the-Spot Arrest and Imprisonment (5.1K)

After spending nearly half a year in the world of The Irregular at Magical Girl Yotsuba Mahiro once again embarked on a journey through time.

This time, he did not feel that familiar dizziness. When he opened his eyes, he saw countless threads of light converging in the darkness, continuously surrounding the hundreds of millions of bubbles.

Images flow across each bubble.

For example, a forest, a bustling city, or a village...

Those are individual worlds.

His body seemed to be drawn by something, rushing towards one of the bubbles.

It popped like a champagne bottle being opened!

Then everything went black again.

When his vision returned, he was completely dumbfounded.

"Where have they sent me this time?"

He looked around and found the light to be dim. Upon closer inspection, he could see that the surroundings were made of dark gray stone bricks, as if he were inside an ancient castle.

When he thought of a castle, his first image was of a proud little bat who liked to crouch and defend himself, and a maid who could stop time.

Could it really be the Scarlet Devil Mansion?

Thinking about it carefully, it's unlikely. Although I've never been there, according to the original description, the Scarlet Devil Mansion is a very grand Western-style mansion, not a medieval castle that should have been swept into the garbage dump.

"Never mind, let's just wander around and take a look around first."

He muttered to himself, deciding to see what the real situation was like before making a decision.

However, as he looked around, he discovered something strange: the surrounding space seemed very fragile, and his full-force attack seemed capable of easily breaking through the spatial barrier and reaching the outside.

Isn't it not a single dimension, but rather a space segmented within that dimension?

Mahiro had a vague guess in his mind, but he didn't rush to conclusions and prepared to continue exploring.

When he finally found his way into the hall, he saw a chair there.

A little girl dressed in a black Gothic Lolita dress was sleeping peacefully on the chair, her long, flowing black hair obscuring half of her face.

Upon seeing this, Mahiro's expression turned somewhat strange.

What kind of weird plot is this?

He went through his memories, but for a moment he couldn't find anything that matched.

So he moved closer to the chair, intending to lift the girl's hair to see what was going on. As soon as he lifted it, he saw a delicate little face that looked like a fine porcelain doll.

So cute, and breathtakingly beautiful.

Most importantly, when he saw this face, he felt a vague sense of familiarity.

Castle, black-haired loli, Sleeping Beauty...

Although it was very familiar, I couldn't recall it for the time being.

So he decided to wake the little girl up and ask her.

"Hey, wake up."

He tentatively nudged her shoulder, intending to wake the little girl.

But it was no use; she seemed to be fast asleep.

Mahiro fell into deep thought once again, struggling with how to wake the little girl.

Using violence?

He was afraid he might accidentally kill the little girl.

Use a gentle approach...

His gaze gradually fell on the girl's pink lips, and a plan began to form in his mind.

Perhaps we could give it a try; after all, aren't all fairy tales about waking a sleeping princess with a kiss?

Although the reason was too lame, Mahiro it a try. So, with the idea of giving it a shot, Mahiro bent down and gently pressed his cheek against her pink lips.

He tasted the subtle sweetness of the black tea, along with a faint hint of mint.

The contact between the two caused the quietly sitting little girl to tremble, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, as her consciousness rapidly returned.

Her beautiful, tightly closed eyes opened in an instant and Mahiro's gaze.

However, her pure eyes still held a hint of confusion, as if she couldn't understand what was happening.

Upon seeing this, Mahiro stood up, separated from the little girl on the chair, and maintained a polite distance.

"Uh, good morning? It's so nice to see you awake... Hey, wait, don't do anything..."

Mahiro, like a thief caught red-handed, awkwardly tried to strike up a conversation with the girl when suddenly several chains leaped out from the surrounding space and attacked him.

In an instant, he was tightly bound and then pulled toward a black hole that appeared behind him.

"Asshole..."

Staring at the man who had vanished into thin air, the girl in the black gothic dress gritted her teeth angrily, sat down in the chair unhappily, and even exuded a cold murderous aura, which was slightly chilling.

But a blush appeared on her pretty face, whether from anger or shyness, it was hard to tell.

However, she quickly calmed down, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

"I don't think there's anyone like that in the prison, and you have to personally open the barrier to admit new criminals. Where did he come from? And the worst part is, that bastard kissed me without my permission! Ugh!"

The girl found it incredible; she never expected that someone could suddenly break into the spatial barrier she had created.

Logically speaking, unless those old fogies take action and forcibly dismantle it, her Prison Barrier should never be able to be opened.

As she pondered, her calm thoughts gradually began to boil, becoming chaotic again because of the kiss she had just experienced.

She spat frantically, as if trying to get rid of the taste the man had left on her lips.

"Hmph, I'll ask him about the situation later. Anyway, he's locked up in a closed prison and can't escape, so let's teach him a lesson for now."

The girl muttered something to herself, then closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

Her consciousness seemed to leave her body, leaving only a soulless shell.

At the same time, chains that seemed to have materialized from thin air bound Mahiro.

In that instant, the chains pulled him into a pitch-black, gloomy space.

He briefly tested the strength of the chains binding him; they were the kind that could be broken free with physical strength alone, but he didn't do so.

However, a hint of embarrassment still lingered on her face.

Unexpectedly, he was caught stealing a kiss, and the little girl seemed to be very good at manipulating space. Because he had analyzed [Dimensional Array - Shambhala], he was extremely sensitive to spatial power.

It seems that the power level of this world is much higher than before, at least in terms of magic, it is no worse than the Magic Irregularity World.

While he was pondering, he was thrown out of that dark space, and even the chains binding him had disappeared.

Is it simply a matter of throwing them back into a more secluded location from the lobby?

He seems like a pretty nice person.

"Hey, you new pretty boy over there, hurry up and pay your respects to this great master!" A haughty voice interrupted Mahiro's thoughts.

This also forced him to re-examine his surroundings.

Just like before, it still looked like a castle, but the walls were completely sealed off, without even a single window, making it resemble a basement.

He was currently in a spacious hall, with a long table in the center that looked dilapidated.

However, a large group of people were sitting around them, each of them looking fierce and menacing, but none of them seemed inclined to disturb the other.

Most importantly, there were only two women in this group.

One of them, a mature woman, wore a black cloak that revealed her fair skin.

She was wearing only a red leather jacket and black shorts, her beautiful white legs tightly encased in black stockings.

She was dressed quite provocatively and seductively.

Her long, dark purple hair was slightly disheveled and fluttered, and her mature, pretty face was adorned with dark purple eyeshadow and bold lipstick, giving her a regal air.

The other woman appeared serene and intellectual, but seemed quite young. She wore a black kimono-like suit, and beneath her long, glossy black hair was a beautiful, calm face.

"Hey, are you deaf? I'm talking to you! How dare you ignore me?!"

A man who looked like a thug and had dyed his hair yellow arrogantly walked up to him.

"We are your seniors, so it seems necessary to teach you the proper etiquette for juniors."

This is a cannon fodder line that couldn't be more standard.

The rest of the people turned their attention to this side, but they didn't intend to interfere; instead, they looked on as if they were waiting to see a good show.

They were very curious: who was this stranger who had been thrown in here so long when no one had visited, and what had he done?

The girl in the twelve-layered kimono didn't even glance in their direction, continuing with her own business.

"Stop it. If you don't want to get into trouble with that witch, don't make things worse," a bespectacled, refined-looking man advised.

That person, like Mahiro, also had an Asia face; perhaps that's why he decided to help his fellow countryman?

However, when the man mentioned the witch, the black-haired girl in the kimono trembled almost imperceptibly at the tips of her fingers.

"Kiriha Kisaki, mind your own business."

"Heh, what kind of skill is it to bully a little brother? Little brother, come here, your big sister will protect you."

The woman, dressed somewhat provocatively, looked at Mahiro with burning eyes and gently licked her pink lips.

"Heh heh, I think you're the one with ulterior motives, Giulio Cilauddi. I'm curious, why don't you suck the blood of all the people in prison, but instead choose to suck his?" the blond-haired man said disdainfully.

"Pah! Who would want to suck the blood of a bunch of stinking men? He's the younger brother I've taken a liking to, and you're not allowed to bully him."

Jiliu Le Qilaodi's graceful figure blocked Mahiro's path, and with a casual flick of her wrist, a whip appeared out of thin air, crackling loudly on the ground.

That whip was actually a life form constructed purely of magic, although the magic was very weak, as if it were being suppressed by something.

Mahiro was slightly surprised.