Living with Magical Girls, but a Monster Executive

After stepping off the ship and onto the bustling harbor, he was immediately baptized by the eighteenth-century sea breeze.

It carried a heavy stench of sweat and fish, as well as the scent of change and unrest.

Oddly enough, the air at sea had not been this salty and damp. Cong Yu shook his head and adjusted his simple yet solemn monk's robes.

Beneath his slightly damp long hair was a black, white, and gray clerical uniform... vastly different from the coarse linen clothes of commoners.

This drew the gazes of countless fishermen and merchants.

But Cong Yu paid them no mind. His indifferent gaze swept casually around, seeing what lay behind all this bustle.

It was as if he could see the accumulation of history and the future beyond it.

Eighteenth-century Europe was hardly a place steeped in Victorian aesthetics... before long, turmoil would truly begin. Revolutions, wars over royal succession, inheritance rights... it was all terribly complicated.

Even at this very moment, undercurrents were surging.

Moreover, magical girls and monsters existed in this world, and the Church truly wielded supernatural power.

Compared to the "ordinary history" Cong Yu knew, this unrest and transformation would likely only grow more intense.

But none of that had anything to do with Cong Yu.

He had only come ashore to restock, and to buy a few useful blades so he could continue eastward and observe this world.

And perhaps search for the legendary Monster King along the way.

Of course, Cong Yu clearly had no way of knowing that if he simply turned around, set sail again, and returned to Britain after so long away...

He would be able to meet the Monster King.

And it would even be someone he knew.

Unaware of this, Cong Yu paused his gaze at the