Don't compete with fairy tale vests

Auguste was a loyal French soldier, but all this was before he was betrayed by his own country.

Now he followed his leader Andre Gide to set up an organization called mimic, wandering around like a ghost, living a wanted life.

Recently, they have been carrying out a series of activities in the port city of Yokohama, Japan. They have two goals for this operation. One is to find enough Olins to meet their wishes, and the other is to find someone who can redeem them. .

But the leader told them that it would be best if the first goal could be achieved.

Originally, he should continue to carry out the task of collecting Orin, but the leader said today that he found someone who could save them and recalled them all, and the task he is now assigned is to patrol around this temporary stronghold, looking for suspicious personnel.

Suddenly, he noticed something that was swaying happily in the grass, and slowly moved his eyes forward. The man saw the huge creature in front of him, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Augusta dared to vouch for his good eyesight. It was definitely not a terrifying creature that should be in this place according to common sense, or should not appear in this world. It was abnormally terrifying.

"Lion, lion..." Even though he was shocked in his heart, August was still well-trained, almost completely relying on his muscle memory, he steadily raised his gun and pointed in the direction where the lion appeared.

"What's wrong? Why are there lions here? Are you telling a bad joke?" The comrade beside him thought he had been teased by a joke that could be seen through at a glance, so he took a step forward impatiently, but was also stunned by the scene in front of him In place.

A green, no, it should be said that it is a lion that is constantly changing the color of its fur, is slowly recovering from a prostrate state, instantly covering the sun above the head, and casting a huge shadow in their direction.

"Well, so it should be here."

Perfectly blending with the grass in the grass, and noticing the soldiers wearing capes from a distance, Graugramman finally determined that he had finally found the right place.

Even with the route shared from Fuhu's perspective and the note that mimic had left at Oda Sakunosuke's home as a reference, he still struggled to find the right place.

"I hope Mr. Saito won't worry too much about me. It's better to go back as soon as possible. If you get into trouble and the defendant goes to Tokyo, I think Mr. Night Moth will be nagging again." Grau Graman whispered to himself with some guilt Said to himself.

Although today's mission has been completed, after all, Yokohama is now in an extraordinary period, and the high-level executives of the magic circle have some cooperation with the Ability Affairs Division. Those who wear suits and claim to be auxiliary supervisors are actually the Ability Affairs Division sent employees.

Therefore, the high school told him that he needed to be notified when he was out of the house, so that the Ability Affairs Division needed to hire someone but couldn't find one.

But since conjurers are not under the management of the Ability Affairs Section, even if they don't comply, the Ability Affairs Section can't go beyond the permission of the Conjurers Association to do anything to Graugramman.

But because the little lion left his luggage when he came to Yokohama for the first time and ran to find Edogawa Ranpo, he felt a little bit about this man who worked tirelessly to help him deliver his luggage to the hotel intact, and was also responsible for his own accommodation and other issues. guilt.

In order not to cause any unnecessary trouble to the assistant supervisor surnamed Saito, he will report every time as required, but this time the situation is really urgent, and it is helpless to sneak out like this.

And in the hotel arranged by the Ability Affairs Division for the conjurer dispatched from Tokyo, Saito, who had not received any report, finally had a feeling that it was true in the face of the empty room.

There was a small piece of paper on the table in the hotel room, with some small characters on it, but before the man picked it up to take a look, he sneezed violently, as if he had been yelled at by someone.

"I'm off to collect Orin."

Only this sentence was written on the note, Saito pondered for a while, and made a call.

"Sir, the Cursaka student from Tokyo who is in charge of dealing with the curse master who sneaked into Yokohama is not in the room, what instructions do you have?"

"A conjurer from Tokyo? The six-eyed young man left a deep impression on me last time. Don't worry about it. As long as you don't cause trouble, don't interfere. After all," the voice on the other end of the phone paused For a moment, it seemed to be carefully choosing the words, "That's a bunch of lunatics with excess emotional garbage."

Saito doesn't quite agree with the words of the chief. He was in charge of Gojo Satoru's mission in Yokohama before. He knows a thing or two about conjurers, and there are indeed some guys who are not easy to get along with or even have a bad temper. .

But just based on his experience with Graugramman, he still has a good impression of this energetic and energetic kid all the time.

But this is not the time to refute. Looking at the position changes displayed by the tracker on the display, the man dutifully and unselfishly reported the abnormality of Grau Graman's trajectory: "He set off for the mimic's stronghold, according to his According to the current average moving speed analysis, there will be about 10 minutes to arrive near the mimic's data."

"Is there anything we need to do?"

The person on the other side said something, Saito hung up the phone with a serious face, and walked out the door.

The little lion who was squatting in the grass at this time didn't know that because of his departure, the Ability Affairs Division had already taken action. This latent state stimulated his hunting instinct, causing a pair of green eyes to appear in the center. The wild vertical pupils, the lion's tail and the round ears appeared at the same time, shaking once and for all, it seemed that he couldn't hold back anymore.

Although he was very confident in his camouflage skills, it was still easy for people to spot such a big beast here abruptly.

Graugramman was a little annoyed at turning back to his original body because he was too excited just now, but since he had been discovered by the two patrolling mimic members, there was nothing he could do about it.

All of a sudden, he jumped out of the grass, and the lion cub sprang out like a happy rainbow-colored neon light, which made people a little dazzled. He easily knocked down the two of them with the thick pads on his front paws in just one breath.

But before the two soldiers could react, they were submerged by a large expanse of colored gravel, leaving only two piles of sand, which seemed to be very immersed in it, and it is estimated that there would be no chance of making a sound for a while.

"Huh—then I wish you all good dreams for the time being!"

The boy with orange-red hair whistled happily, and waved his hands at the two piles of sand very ritually.

Simply because his whereabouts had been discovered just now, Graugramman was not as interested in continuing to lurk as before, so he walked straight into the abandoned building in a swaggering manner.

Bullets as dense as a goddess scattered flowers poured wantonly the moment he entered the door as if he didn't want money.

However, the bullets couldn't cause any harm to the orange-red haired boy, just like a kind of innocuous tickling, it turned into ashes the moment he approached Graugramman, and even the little lion under the paws of the little lion Because of this high temperature, the ground has become in a state of melting, and has even begun to crack, just like some kind of inferior foam board instead of concrete.

This is the death brought by the colorful god of death. In the endless desert "Goyabu" in the fantasy kingdom, except for the objects sheltered by the naive queen Olin, all other creatures will be killed by him the moment they approach Graugramman. Burned and turned into a part of the desert, recording the owner's emotions.

Because of being summoned to the real world, Graugramman's abilities were limited, which was a blessing in disguise, allowing him to happily do the thing that made him addicted to being masturbated, but as long as he wanted to, he could spend time in emotional gravel. Use this natural power as soon as possible.

The energetic big lion soon became bored with this meaningless shooting game. He held his chin and thought for a while, but before he got along with any fresh proposals, those people in cloaks stopped shooting and moved to the sides Go, one after another make way for the rear.

A white-haired man also wearing an old cloak came out with an indifferent expression, as if he was the leader of them, Shi Shiran stopped in front of Graugramman.

Andre Gide still didn't quite believe the report from his subordinates on the radio. Knowing that he was face to face with the young man who made his subordinates helpless, he still had some doubts about the authenticity of what his subordinates said, but those The gravel and dust that the gun turned into made him have to believe the fact in front of him—there was a powerful person with supernatural ability that was beyond his plan.

"Who are you?" Andre Gide asked in a deep voice, seemingly with the idea of ​​courtesy first and soldiers later.

But it was just a cover for his upcoming sneak attack, the white-haired man's fingers had already clasped the gun at his waist calmly, waiting for the other party to show his flaws when answering, and he killed him with one blow.

"Me?" The orange-red haired boy scratched his face shyly, as if he was flattered to introduce himself under so many people's eyes.

Graugramman didn't see the whole set at all, he just thought about his lines seriously like a primary school student.

Introducing himself in front of so many people must be able to leave a deep impression on people. Thinking about it this way, the topic of innovation and entrepreneurship that Panda and Yi Guyoutai talked about suddenly broke into his mind, making him The little lion suddenly had an idea.

"My name is Grau Graman, and people who know me well can call me Grau! I like to be touched, but not too hard, it will really make me bald," Grau Graman thought for a while, and added, "The stunt is Making sand, my dream is to open a sand therapy and bathing center, it would be great if I can have fun with everyone!"

But although the man on the opposite side was indifferent to his self-introduction, it was not a normal reaction to show such a panicked and distorted expression, which made the little lion feel disappointed and confused.

Andre Gide stared at the young man in front of him in amazement. He was about to make a move just now, but he stopped abruptly the moment he held the gun. The supernatural power allowed him to see his future five seconds later.

The sea of ​​sand flying all over the sky submerged him. It was a world where there was no pain but only joy. He suddenly didn't want to do anything. Although it was only five seconds, he saw such a fascinating world. The future, the future that makes him free and happy, who seems to be suffering all the time.

It must be the boy's ability, the white-haired man thought to himself, he wants to experience that feeling, even if the plan of Oda Sakunosuke to release them is slightly delayed.

André Gide licked his lips, and a smile that was determined to win, he put the gun back in place, opened his arms to the orange-red haired boy on the opposite side, and reluctantly used the unfriendly There was a friendly smile on his face.

"Let me see it, your sand, playing together or something, can still give us ghosts some long-lost expectations."