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Light footsteps echoed on the deserted street.
Haru, hands in his pockets, a constant smile on his face, strolled along the street, following a fleeing mber of the Canticle Brigade.
At dusk, he had split up with Arcueid and the others to conduct a hunting activity, aptly nad the "Hunting Ga."
Thanks to the Magi of the Canticle Brigade continuously confusing Altrouge's and Arcueid's vision, he had ti to 'Hunt' Lorelei, the biggest prey.
Subsequently, as soon as he stepped out of the hotel main door, he saw the back of a Canticle Brigade mber.
Initially, when hunting together, Haru found it strange why the Canticle Brigade mbers kept revealing their tracks every now and then, allowing Altrouge and the others to find them.
As first-rate Magi, their concealnt techniques should have been quite superb.
But after seeing a Canticle Brigade mber deliberately appear before him, attempting to lure him away, he instantly understood...
Lorelei was the current head of Bartholoi—
Those Canticle Brigade mbers were all private soldiers of the Bartholoi family.
If the family head didn't escape, and they returned to their country alone, they would probably be executed as deserters by the enraged Bartholoi family.
It was probably because of this that they continuously exposed their tracks and tried their best to play a ga of hide-and-seek with Altrouge and the others. After all, the longer they dragged it out, the higher Lorelei's chances of escaping safely.
Just as Haru was unhurriedly following the middle-aged nouveau riche man, the terrifying intuition of a God-Slayer made him instantly aware that soone was spying on him.
With a re thought, the [Third Magic] was suddenly activated, and Haru's entire figure turned ethereal.
An invisible ripple spread out—the fluctuation of a Ley line teleportation technique.
Haru imdiately followed his intuition, waved towards the asphalt ground in the lower right corner, and even deliberately raised his middle finger.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he spoke teasingly, "Found you. Didn't expect it to be Ley line Manipulation. Quite a move~"
Any Magus with a bit of strength knew about the technique of teleporting objects by manipulating Ley lines, let alone Haru—who was proficient in the rules of the earth.
However, Ley line power was actually very similar to volcanic magma—such a violent force couldn't be played around with in the Nasuverse unless one was a great Magus.
If he hadn't detected the technique earlier and had been unpreparedly transferred into a trap set by a Great Magus—although he wouldn't be injured, looking disheveled was certain.
Haru, having almost been tricked, was suddenly not in a pleasant mood.
Just as Haru was contemplating retaliatory asures, the asphalt road ahead rippled with an unusual arc of light.
A blood-red magic circle abruptly appeared before him—
Subsequently, the ground suddenly changed, and the scent of earthy fragrance drifted to Haru's side.
Haru narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the mbers of the Burial Agency who had suddenly appeared before him.
He lifted his right hand and counted heads. "One... five... thirty-two? Thirty Executors, plus a beautiful girl radiating killing intent and a weirdo wrapped in bandages?"
"Did things get reversed? Honestly, I already said to lead them to ," Narbareck twirled a dagger with her index finger, then suddenly gripped the handle tightly, her face showing slight anger.
"Yo, young lady, you look familiar. Seems like I've seen you recently. Let check." Haru looked puzzledly at Narbareck, swiped his index finger lightly, and a crack opened in the space before him. He then reached in and pulled out a stack of A4-sized parchnt.
"Yo, Burial Agency leader Narbareck? Single-handedly killed two of the Twenty-seven Ancestors? Actually a queenly girl?" Haru looked astonishedly at Narbareck.
The next instant, a look of realization appeared on Haru's face—
Upon seeing the parchnt appear, astonishnt appeared on the faces of all the Executors. A clamor of voices imdiately arose.
"Hey, hey, isn't that parchnt soaked in holy water?"
"Need you ask? That's the sacred paper used only for recording the Holy Church's confidential intelligence!"
"Why would sacred paper appear in the hands of a heretic?"
Narbareck raised an eyebrow, lifted her left hand, and casually picked her ear with her little finger. Her right hand, holding the short knife, waved lightly.
Schlick—!
Among the group of Executors standing to Narbareck's right, the head of an Executor who was whispering fell off.
The crowd instantly fell into dead silence.
Although the Executors had long known the mbers of the Burial Agency were abnormal, they never imagined soone in the Church would act so wantonly as to kill a fellow church mber.
"And you still call yourselves candidates for the Burial Agency's killer demons? Need you even think? We've been sold out by the Pope—" Narbareck impatiently blew on her left little finger, her sharp gaze instantly locking onto Haru.
Even though Narbareck was extrely dissatisfied with the Pope, who had no power and only engaged in scheming, this feeling of being betrayed by her own people made her mood extrely agitated.
"Leaking confidential information—this grave sin is enough for to gouge out that old bastard's heart, right?" The corners of Narbareck's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a cold smile, a sharp cold light flashing in her eyes.
If the Church were compared to a country, and the Pope were the pri minister, then Narbareck would be the head of the security bureau and the military departnt. For intelligence about soone of her level to be leaked—this oversight was enough for her to bring down the Pope.
Of course, the premise was that she had to obtain the intelligence in Haru's hands, or even Haru himself, as evidence before she could make a move on the Pope. After all, slaughtering the leader without evidence—the two billion believers would riot.
Narbareck spoke softly, "Hey, little brother, could you please surrender without a fight? I really want the sacred paper in your hands and your body!"
"Apologies, I'm not a gigolo. However, a one-night~ stand can be considered. But there's a premise? Are you a virgin~?" Haru rubbed his chin, sizing up Narbareck before him, who exuded a queenly, sadistic temperant.
"Hehehe, that hyn? Still there. But, if you want my body, you have to pay an equivalent price, right?" Narbareck drew the other short knife from her waist with her left hand. Her knees slowly bent, her body slowly crouching down, her muscles tensing up all over.
At the sa mont Narbareck crouched down, El-Nahat's fierce gaze swept towards the Executors surrounding him and Narbareck. "What are you standing there for?!"
The faces of the Executors all changed, their faces darkening as they chanted a resounding hymn.
"Glory be to the Trinity, may the holy fire of the Holy Spirit save , ignite my icy heart, transform my cold indifference."
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