(⊙x⊙;)
Even the Witch didn't expect this to happen.
Looking at Sato Miwako, whose wounds were rapidly healing, Koizumi Akiko cautiously approached and poked her with the tip of her magical scythe.
No reaction.
"That strange influence seems to have disappeared?"
Feeling the smooth flow of magic within her, she hesitated, glancing at the collapsing mine, finally, she lifted the unconscious Sato Miwako and placed her on her magical broom.
Boom！！
Not long after, the mine began to collapse on a large scale.
And Koizumi Akiko, riding her magical broom, quickly disappeared with Sato Miwako.
...
“Cough cough.”
On the other side, Vermouth crawled out of the river, drenched, and leaned against the bench by the river, panting.
“You're late.”
Gin sat on the other end of the bench, his expression cold. He had been waiting for half an hour.
“I ran into some trouble.”
Vermouth reached behind her head and used a hair tie to tie her hair up, then made a few minor adjustments, quickly transforming into a completely different person.
“It seems the trouble you encountered was significant.”
Seeing Vermouth being so cautious, Gin frowned slightly, reached into his trench coat pocket, and gripped his gun.
“It's not what you think.”
Vermouth sighed in frustration, "I encountered a magical girl during this mission, and I lost the Killing Stone."
“But.”
“I've memorized the face of that magical girl, the Boss should be very interested in her.”
“That's not for you to decide. The Boss wants to see us.” Gin's expression was emotionless, and he got up from the bench and left.
“Such a lack of gentlemanly manners.”
Vermouth snorted softly, stood up, and followed Gin.
......
Perhaps due to inconvenience in movement, or maybe to maintain control.
As the leader of the Black Organization, Umaru Lenya stayed in Japan all along, even remaining in the suburbs of Tottori Prefecture near Tokyo.
Gin and Vermouth only took an hour to fly here by plane.
A villa located halfway up the mountain.
“Boss.”
Whether it's the ruthless Gin or the cunning Vermouth, they both showed great respect at this moment, even though they were facing an old man over a hundred years old, with a deep sense of weariness.
“You've arrived.”
Umaru Lenya stood up with a cane, looking like an ordinary old man.
His cloudy eyes swept over his two subordinates, finally resting on Vermouth, his voice hoarse:
“Sharon, you lost the Killing Stone?”
“Yes.”
Vermouth trembled, instinctively feeling fear, although many years ago, Umaru Lenya adopted her and gave her and her siblings a warm home.
“Don't be afraid, I won't punish you, Gin already told me about the magical girl, you did a good job...cough...cough...”
Speaking so much at once caused Umaru Lenya to cough.
Vermouth hesitated for a moment, but still walked behind him and gently patted his back.
“Gin, bring out the other treasure.”
After feeling slightly better, Umaru Lenya looked towards the suitcase Gin brought, his eyes filled with urgency.
“Yes!!”
Gin maintained a meticulous attitude and took out the demon sword Oni-giri.
“A good sword! Indeed, it's the sword of the sword saint Tsuruoka Bosen!!”
Umaru Lenya personally took it over, carefully placed the demon sword Oni-giri on the altar prepared earlier.
Then, he knelt down and prayed, “Lord Shuten-dōji, I am willing to build a shrine for you, could you please come out and meet me?”
That night, Kaito Kuroba could recognize the demon Shuten-dōji in the blood mist, naturally others could recognize him as well.
Umaru Lenya, after learning this news, was eager to mobilize all the forces of the Black Organization to grab the demon sword Oni-giri and the Killing Stone.
This is a chance for longevity!!
Umaru Lenya was too old, he knew he didn't have much time to wait.
“I haven't seen humans like you who are full of sins for a long time.”
Crimson blood mist emerged from the demon sword Oni-giri, a beautiful and demonic red-haired young man with his arms crossed, his eyes looking at Umaru Lenya with amusement.
Sure enough!!
Seeing this scene, Umaru Lenya's cloudy eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, he bowed his head and said with even greater respect:
“Lord Shuten-dōji, I can do many things for you.”
As he spoke, he clapped his hands lightly, and the Black Organization's guards escorted ten beautiful girls in.
“Heh, just some ordinary mortals with no spiritual power.”
Shuten-dōji didn't even look at the girls, the crimson blood mist surged throughout the villa, he stood within the blood mist, his laughter mocking.
“I know what you humans want? Longevity, power, it's just one of these two.”
“And looking at your dying form, you seem to want the former.”
“Yes!”
Umaru Lenya's breathing became heavy.
But Shuten-dōji shook his head with a smile under his expectant gaze: “Unfortunately, I'm currently sealed in this sword, what you want, I can't give you.”
Is he unable to give it, or unwilling to give it?
Umaru Lenya's gaze dimmed, his mind racing.
“But.”
Shuten-dōji's tone changed at this point: “I can tell you a place where you can live longer, where a treasure is buried.”
“Lord Shuten-dōji, whatever you command, I will do my best to complete.”
Umaru Lenya was very sensible and prostrated himself.
“Very good.”
The red-haired young man laughed, "In the temple of Tanigawa, sealed is a finger of Ryakū, that's what you want."
“And me...”
Pausing, Shuten-dōji's eyes were demonic, “I want you to help me find the person with the best swordsmanship talent among the descendants of Tsuruoka Bosen.”
“Tsuruoka Yosuke won't do, he's too useless.”
“Yes.”
Umaru Lenya bowed his head deeply.