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“……Is this the place?”
“Woof”
“Looks like it. Daigorou seems pretty confident too.”

After being carried on Momo’s back and racing through the Magitech District, we arrived at an abandoned ruin with no sign of people.

It was the kind of place where someone who didn’t want to be found would hide—perfect for criminals. The ruin looked like it would collapse at the slightest poke from a golem, and no one in their right mind would willingly go near it.

“Ohhh, good boy, good boy, Daigorou. Master, please get down for a moment.”
“Yeah, yeah. From here on, it does seem like walking would be better.”
“You should float instead. There’s rubble everywhere, and you’ll probably trip and fall.”
“Do you think I’m a baby or something? …Well, I suppose there’s no harm in preparing some spell just in case.”

This place, located near the outer rim of the Magitech District, bore a striking resemblance to the ruined landscapes of Rigel that I knew.

From behind the collapsed buildings and piles of rubble, raggedly dressed children peeked out at us with curious eyes.

In every city, wealth disparity existed. Judging by the conditions here, this area was far from safe.

“Momo, watch your wallet. There are plenty of pickpockets around.”
“It’s fine. I already dropped it somewhere!”
“Hahaha, I see. Well, I won’t be giving you an allowance for a while, so try surviving on wild grass until next month.”
“That’s too cruel!?”
“Hey, save the comedy routine for later. If you’re too loud, they’ll notice us.”

The young man looked at us in exasperation before once again making a gesture, as if manipulating something invisible.

I couldn’t sense even the slightest trace of magic power, yet he was undeniably interacting with something unseen.

“Yeah, there’s a human presence inside. This is the right place—Storage.”

After closing whatever unseen thing he had been handling, the young man reached out into thin air. His hand sank into the empty space, and from within, he pulled out a strangely shaped sword.

“…What was that just now?”
“Hm? It’s spatial magic—one of the blessings of Amatsugami. Think of it as always carrying around an invisible warehouse.”
“That’s ridiculous. If this became widespread, it would completely overturn the concept of transportation.”
“Amatsugami magic can’t be used by anyone except Outlanders. Though I hear some magitech scholars are trying to replicate it.”

As he spoke, the young man drew his sword from its scabbard.

Its shape was slightly curved, with a single sharp edge. Wavelike patterns adorned the blade, and its thickness was as thin as a sheet of iron.

It was undoubtedly a work of art, but its durability seemed questionable for use in real combat.

“Laika, was it? This here is called a katana. It’s got a certain romance to it—pretty cool, right?”
“I don’t know about cool, but it looks like it’d bend or break pretty easily. That worries me.”
“It’s fine. It’s reinforced with magic. As long as the wielder knows what they’re doing, it’ll hold up just fine.”

“That way of saying it makes it sound like you’re confident in your skills.”
“Not to brag, but as you can see, I’m blessed by a god. You two can wait outside if you want.”
“No way! We’ve come this far—I’m going in too!”
“To be honest… I’m more worried about Laika’s stamina.”
“That’s… true…”
“Momo, don’t just give up on arguing!”

There was no way I’d just sit and wait after coming all this way. I had to take down that damn spellcaster.

There was no chance even I would run out of stamina from something as simple as exploring a ruin. And yet, Momo just averted her eyes and shut her mouth.

“Well, if you’re coming along, just don’t stray from behind me. If you get hit with a curse, it’ll be a hassle.”
“Got it! If it comes down to it, I’ll take the lead! Curses don’t bother me—probably!”
“Momo, don’t be reckless when you don’t have proof. Even if you have some immunity, there’s still a limit to how much you can take before it’s too much.”
“Are we ready? Alright—let’s move in.”

With only minimal preparations, we slipped into the ruins, following behind the young man gripping his katana.

Inside, the place was in complete disarray—rubble, rotting floorboards, and general decay everywhere.

Yet despite the treacherous footing, he moved so silently and efficiently that I couldn’t help but think—rather than a saint, he seemed more suited to being a thief or a scout.

“Momo, don’t move too recklessly. I’m keeping you lightly afloat to assist your movement, but I can’t cover everything perfectly.”
“Oh, I thought my body felt light—so that was thanks to you, Master. Much appreciated!”
“Quiet. …The presence is coming from this room.”

The young man, who had taken the lead, once again slid his fingers through the empty air before stopping in front of a closed door.

It seemed that the source of the curse was inside. …But something about the atmosphere felt off.

“Alright, on three, we’re going in. I don’t want to give them a chance to escape—we need to knock them out in one blow if possible.”
“Wait. Something’s strange. For a spellcaster, this presence of magic is—”
“Three, two, one… Now!”

My warning fell on deaf ears as the young man kicked down the door and charged inside.

His transition from stillness to motion was even sharper than Momo’s. As a sneak attack, it was executed flawlessly.

Inside the room, there was indeed a hooded man… But to put it bluntly, the ambush had already failed.

“…What the hell?”

Because the robed man was already dead—vomiting blood, his life completely drained from him.

Judging by the sheer amount of blood pooled on the floor, there was no mistaking it—he had suffered a fatal wound.

“―Ah, you’ve finally arrived? Honestly, this generation’s saints are quite incompetent.”

Standing beside the corpse, untouched by a single drop of blood in this gruesome scene, was a blue-haired girl.

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