Living with Magical Girls, But I'm a Monster Executive

Between "an unending crisis" and "leave to take shelter first, then come back later," it was obvious what the people would choose.

It was not as though no one wanted to leave, but those who understood the situation forcibly dragged them away and talked sense into them...

Over the coming period, everyone would board ships and travel to Mexico in batches to settle there.

Although it would consume considerable manpower, resources, and effort, compared to the currently most important matter of the "Transformation Ritual," it was nothing worth mentioning.

And at least for now, the Death King, between "everyone flees and abandons the homeland" and "stall a little longer and wait for Fate to turn"...

Chose the more decisive former option.

This choice was probably the better one...

"Look on the bright side. The first guests on Australian land were prisoners sent there by the British anyway. Ha... haha?"

Carlos Mario said this, trying to use his Mexican sense of humor to comfort the Death King.

But that only made the Death King fall silent.

Carlos himself knew that his humor was inappropriate. It felt as nonsensical as joking, "Then do the people in your hometown still have water to drink?" when someone said they had been driven from their homeland.

"Ah... sorry."

Carlos Mario apologized. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and said, "I've been kind of..."

After a brief pause to think, he finally found a suitable word to sum up his state lately: "Anxious."

Anxious?

Yeah...

Everyone was a little anxious. It might not have been especially obvious on the surface, but... people were dying every day.

Of course, of course, people dying every day was only natural.

According to statistics, roughly two people died every second on Earth. Death itself was not something that should