Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

——May 2006, 5——

Eighth day.

Tokyo Kita.

Banquet venue.

This is a very typical modern style banquet venue.

Roman columns, light and clean white gauze.

There is a long table for guests to take meals in a self-service style. The table is filled with all kinds of exquisite, luxurious, Western-style, and just-sized food, not to mention the one-bite Napoleon mille-feuille filled with crispy pine nuts, or the lava cocoa inside. The soft and fluffy Muffet cake, and the French spring chicken baked with black truffle, which is gorgeously placed in the middle of the long table, and the tangy aroma alone are enough to attract people's appetite.

Not to mention, the well-dressed men and women who danced around the marble dance floor with champagne flutes in hand.

As long as you step here, you will never remember the real world that is separated by a door. What curses, curses, and "star plasma bodies" are all nonsense!You only need to close your eyes and smell the moving wine in the cup, and you must have already forgotten all the 8000 million "lucky ones" as of today.

—Even if someone in this banquet could be one of them.

And in the corner of the banquet venue, next to the Roman column, there was a trio standing quietly.

The most eye-catching one is naturally the noble young master sitting in the wheelchair.

The fluffy black hair is combed into an elegant fishbone braid from the side of the right ear, and gathered behind the ear, revealing the smooth earlobe. ——on it hangs an ear clip embellished with moonstones.

Although that face was slightly pale and lost some healthy blood, but this did not damage the respect of this noble young master, on the contrary, it looked more noble.

But, regrettably——

A thin sheer black blindfold with lace wraps around those eyes, denying any prying eyes.

(Is... can't you see it?)

The people who passed by repeatedly, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, couldn't help thinking like this in their hearts.

Not only that, from the wheelchair this distinguished guest was sitting on, anyone could guess the deformity of his legs and feet.

(Why has such a nobleman never been seen in the upper class?)

People get confused.

(However, that pure and expensive Western-style attire)

(Maybe just returned from overseas)

(Is it mixed race)

As for whether the other party is a nobleman or not. ——No one even thinks about it for a second.

(Is this still a question?)

As a matter of course, the guests bowed their heads in front of the caregiver.

(This arrogance of being in a high position for a long time)

(Even standing on the sidelines makes people hesitate to strike up a conversation and offend this lord)

Therefore, even if the guests hesitated to pass by again and again, they could only silently stop at a social distance, quietly waiting for the distinguished guest to enjoy the meal under the careful care of his servant.

No attention was paid to the two footmen.

They all wore expensive but standard deacon outfits, including jet-black three-piece suits, striped shirts, stiff ties, jeweled cufflinks, and snow-white gloves.

Among them, a manservant with smooth black hair and wearing glasses is pushing a wheelchair, while another manservant with white hair is always serving his master with his head down, letting the noble young master peek out from the petal-shaped long sleeves with a Rococo retro style. He stretched out his fingers and lightly placed them on his wrists.

The barrage is already screaming silly.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo world, sorry to little astral body sisters, but I can look at this kind of daily throwaway outfit y for the rest of my life!!! (Broken sound)"

"Why are you so beautiful!!! Why!!! Why!!!"

"The tears that flowed from the corners of my mouth have been shed clean!!!"

"My non-existent phantom limb stands up and salutes every day, sit-ups and sit-ups are so hard——"

"Boss Zai is too voodoo!! So voodoo!!! Don't talk about 275 and Daddy, I don't think anyone can stand it?!?!"

"Muyin y!! It's Muyin y!! It's too astringent! It's too astringent!!!"

"Sick, frail, blind, bad at walking, but high above you, noble young master!! Superficially obedient, but not at all submissive, a black panther-style manservant a daddy!! He looks obedient and coquettish, but he is already an adult cat with a predatory nature. The beast's white-haired big cat manservant b Gojo Satoru!!!"

"I rely on this combination to be so delicious?! But can you give me a punctuation mark on the left?!! I almost couldn't catch my breath..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ) said 'let me go'—"

"Then 5t5 bent down in front of the young master. Although he was smiling and looked very respectful, what he did was not something a manservant could do!! He bent down and gently grabbed the little boy with his teeth. The young master’s lace black eyepatch, said vaguely, "Master, let me take this off for you. Because of the huge monster that is coming, you can’t do it unless you open your eyes and take a closer look~~~~~'"

"The sister on the left is so good!!! If you can write, write more!!!"

"Hee hee hee hee what's so big~ran~big~thing~?"

"Not to mention that the noble young master Zai has been in physical contact with the servant 275 since he went out today!! He either holds hands or rests on his wrist! I've been watching carefully!!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

Wu Jingzai is not it! ! ! ! ! !You love-brained women! !

Wu Jingzai has seen it so carefully, why can't he think of the goal of going out this time? ? ?

That guy Butei Zai is trying to prevent the white-haired bastard's magic power from being recognized! !It's for disqualification in the world! ! ! !It's not love - vomit - damn it! ! !

Mask of Pain x10

The leader, Dazai, did not find this kind of treatment enviable either.

Fortunately, the one who takes money to do things can say that whatever the money is in place will do.

Restless is another.

As if he had already immersed himself in role-playing, the white-haired bastard was now showing off his power as a manservant.

... Unknowingly, the name of the 27-year-old mature and reliable Gojo Satoru overlapped with another self, the leader Zai.

"How is it? Do you want to take a bite of this? Master~ren~big~ren~?"

Relying on this posture of bending over and turning his back to the crowd, people can't see clearly, Gojo Gojo shouted honorifics, but actually used a small carved silver fork to fork a miniature cream puff, dangling in front of the leader Dazai, He gestured to rub the milky white cream on the corner of his mouth.

The leader Dazai "...childish."

With a cold expression on his face, he pinched Wujo Wu's wrist with great force and mercilessly.

After all the defensive spells were eliminated by "Disqualification in the World", Wujo Wujo let out a painful "hiss", and immediately became reluctant to let go. Even if he couldn't play tricks loudly, he must complain.

The leader Dazai listened to his nonsense with a cold face.

(but)

That thought popped up suddenly, making his eyes hidden behind the pure black lace blindfolds want to close.

(—Now, since I am an enemy of this world, the "enemy" who almost killed me in another world is also walking beside me)

(even still)

(Let me eliminate no lower limit spells)

(This level of trust………)

For a moment, he almost flinched from the sting of the sun.

(……………………)

(never mind)

(That is,)

(no need to care about things)

The reason without temperature cut off the thinking afterward.

And at this moment, the host of the banquet made a grand appearance.

That is a politician.

And even if he is a politician, judging from his appearance, his words and deeds, and the atmosphere of his conversation, he is actually more like a kind and kind neighbor elder.

Well, this elder, at this moment, is lovingly standing behind a young girl, gently pressing her slender shoulders, and pushing her to the front of the dance floor.

At the same time, everyone who clearly recognized the girl's face couldn't help but gasped.

She is not someone else.

——It is these three days that people care about, worry about, anger and hate.

One of the "Astroplasma" who boldly posted a distress video.

Standing in full view at this moment, the girl did not seem to have found a sense of security.

There was still no healthy blush on that especially immature face, and weak cold sweat floated on his forehead.

And she involuntarily looked back frequently, looking for the figure of the blond young senior who followed closely every step of the way.

The kind and kind elder opened his mouth.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he didn't look like a nice gentleman next door.

At least a virtuous man with an appearance like that would not turn a blind eye to the girl's panic.

Nor will they open their mouths to say "for the rights of human beings", "such an innocent citizen must not be put in danger", "we should stand up", "stand up", "get together", " Incarnate as the power of..."

He even took the liberty of quoting a few terrific peace proclamations offhand, which earned him a round of applause.

People applauded excitedly, clapping heartily for such wonderful words as freedom, peace, human rights, and justice.Being able to save such a young girl from the tragic fate of her inevitable disappearance makes everyone's excited and slightly reddened nose seep a little sweat, as if only the "last savior of mankind" gave an order , the muzzle of the Gatling machine gun can be exposed from under these long tables full of exquisite and expensive delicacies, and the ugly and dirty curse spirits outside can be wiped out, and it seems to give mankind a clean and beautiful tomorrow.

——In such a beautiful atmosphere where all the guests are enjoying themselves and everyone is happy, there is only the "star plasma" girl who is uneasy and cowering like a quail bird wet by rain. The protagonist of this banquet is being "saved" by many warriors. Your Royal Highness, the moon where the stars hold the moon.

Alone.

Out of place.

That's natural.Here she is, her role is over.

This wonderful and excellent speech has been broadcasted in real time.

Presumably, it will win millions of votes for this most brave, kind, just and impartial human rights defender.

In the whole banquet, there was only one of the two-person student combination sent by the high school of conjuration.

He really cares about the "star plasma body" girl.

At this time, this undoubtedly very reliable underage student, a young hero who took on important responsibilities at a young age, and a first-year student of the Tokyo Magic College.

Nana Ming——No, Nanami Jianren.

He stood on the high stage of the dance floor, silently staring at the trio next to the Roman column, "…………………………"