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“…Saint, do you know her?”
“Nope. I don’t have any acquaintances who are little girls. If I had to say, the one next to me right now is the first.”
“I see. Then it’s safe to consider her an enemy?”

I turned my gaze toward the girl standing beside the corpse of the man who had died with an expression of agony in the bleak, empty room.

Her pale body was clad in nothing but the bare minimum of undergarments, and her shoulder-length hair was such an icy shade of blue that it sent a chill down my spine.

But the strangest thing of all was that I couldn’t sense any magic power from her whatsoever. Even Momo had at least a faint magical presence.

“W-Wait, Master! We haven’t confirmed she’s an enemy yet—”
“I’m your enemy, Outlander. The name’s War, the disaster that’s going to crush you all!”¹ “Well, that’s certainly an adorably tiny disaster—if you ignore the corpse at her feet…”
“Agreed. That man over there…did you kill him?”
“Oh, this thing?”

The girl who called herself War stomped down on the dead man at her feet.

His face was still partially hidden by his hood, but at a glance, there didn’t seem to be any noticeable external wounds. And with no lingering traces of magic power, that meant neither magecraft nor magic had been used.

How could such a frail-looking girl have killed him?

“He dared to lay a hand on someone who wasn’t an Outlander. So I eradicated him!”
“So you eradicated him, huh…”
“Then does that mean Plerion’s curse is broken?” I asked
“You idiot. If the caster dies, the curse is lifted. That’s just common sense,” the girl shot back.

“Master, calm down! Don’t throw rocks at her, Master!”
“Let me go, Momo! That brat needs to learn some respect for her elders!”
“Come on now, fighting kids is just sad, don’t you think?” The young man interjected.
“And what the hell are you acting all cool for, Outlander? Did no one ever tell you that your all-black fashion sense is absolute garbage?”
“What’d you just say, you little—!?”
“Mr. Kagase! She’s a child! You’re arguing with a child!!”

That was close. If Momo hadn’t been here, this room would’ve turned into an even bigger bloodbath.

Since Plerion’s life was saved, we really should be thanking this girl.

…I needed to stay calm and show her the composure of a mature adult.

“…You called yourself War, didn’t you? What exactly is your goal? From what I’ve gathered, it sounds like you were using that man to lure Outlanders out.”
“Exactly, you seem to have at least some decent comprehension skills. Though, to be precise, I was hoping he’d just kill off all the Outlanders for me.”

The girl pressed her foot down on the corpse again, grinding it further into the floor.

Momo’s face stiffened slightly at the blatant desecration of the dead.

“As a Saint of Amatsugami, I can’t just let that slide. So, you’re the mastermind behind all this?”
“And if I am? Are you going to kill me here and now?”
“I won’t kill you. But I will be taking you back to our church to have a nice, long talk.”
“Your church? You Outlanders really think you have a place in this world? How shameless.”
“…Both of you, step back.”

The young man with the katana took a step forward, closing the distance to where he could easily strike her with a single lunge.

But the girl showed no fear. Instead of the corpse, she now idly rolled a piece of rubble beneath her foot, toying with it as if she had all the time in the world.

“I know about it, you know. That thing in your hands—katana, wasn’t it? A piece of technology that didn’t exist in this world before.”
“You’re well-informed, little lady. Then you should also know—this isn’t a toy. Surrender before you get hurt.”

His stance had no openings. It wasn’t just bravado, he had the skills to back it up.

Meanwhile, the girl stood there without a weapon, without a stance, just entirely at ease.

“A sword specialized for cutting, forged from iron repeatedly hammered under heat—a super technology that has no place in this world.”
“……”
“By the way, do you know what a catapult is? A weapon that kills people by hurling stones.”
“What are you getting at? Stalling for time until your allies arrive?”
“Not at all. I just thought it’d be easier if you already understood. If a catapult is a weapon, then this little stone is—”

The girl lifted her leg, as if about to kick a ball. The motion was wide open, full of unnecessary movements. The young man, momentarily caught off guard by the sheer carelessness of the act, hesitated for a split second.

There was no way simply kicking a pebble could pose any threat to a saint like him. He’d dodge it easily.

…But that was only true if she were just an ordinary girl.

“—Thus, also a weapon.”
“—No! Mr. Kagase, dodge!!”
“…!?”

The moment the girl kicked the stone, Momo grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the edge of the room.

Almost simultaneously, the young man dodged.

And the instant the fist-sized stone struck the wall— a deafening shockwave erupted, tearing a massive hole straight through it.

“What… the hell was that!?”
“Allow me to properly introduce myself, then. My name is War—one of the Seven Great Calamities that will bring your end.”

The destruction was beyond comprehension. Yet, not a trace of magic power could be felt. That was neither magecraft nor magic. It was something else…something as natural as breathing, as if it were merely a part of her very existence.

“—Consider this our formal introduction.”

1. Just putting it as a footnote since including it in the translation will be awkward because of the language structure differences, but War uses rough and rude phrasing while using polite speech at the same time. It’s a bit similar to Izuna from NGNL, though War’s doing it more grammatically correctly instead of slapping “desu” at the end of every sentence.

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