Chapter 70

Act 3 Realm of the Dead 1 Sudden rainfall dampened her white hair. Sui Narusawa was walking through the ruins alone. She was near what used to be Ibaraki, already over ten kilometers away from where Zen Sagara fought Toru Natazuka. Covering such a distance should not have been possible for Sui right after waking up from a coma, but the mass of dragon factor she had stolen from Natazuka allowed her to walk through the night without a hint of fatigue. Then Sui came to a halt. She noticed a silhouette of someone standing in the dark. It was a short old man wearing a gaudy shirt. “A little girl like you shouldn’t be walking around in the middle of the night,” he said nonchalantly. Instead of replying, Sui stared at the ground in front of him. The damp earth was replaced by a small Ploutonion, from which three small Moujuu emerged. “Ho-ho-ho… Oh man, that’s scary.” The old man remained unfazed by the sight of the howling Moujuu. Sui’s expression changed for the first time. She noticed something was off about this man. The three Moujuu resonated with her hostility and launched a synchronous attack, but their claws did not reach him. A young man jumped out from behind his back and struck the Moujuu down with a huge sword. “…!” Sui frowned. The Moujuu disintegrated and were washed away by the rain. The young man who slayed them put his sword down in disinterest. Then, a young, university-aged woman walked up to Sui. Dragon aura enveloped the girl. She was a fellow dragon medium. “Long time no seeee. We finally meet again, Sui Narusawa,” she said with a friendly double-peace sign. She had a soft, even tender vibe, but her dragon aura was powerful. “Nina Himekawa…” Sui muttered. Medium of Luxuria, the marsh dragon. Then the young man with the sword had to be her Lazarus, Hisaki Minato. But Sui didn’t know the old man with them, nor why they were waiting to ambush her there. “Let’s have a talk, yeees? I’ll get you something warm to drink, too!” Nina smiled and spoke sweetly. Then she produced a long, thin object wrapped in cloth and narrowed her eyes mischievously. “And look. We even have a real Relict Regalia.” Nina held a rusted sword. Sui gasped the moment she saw it, smiling so brightly it could’ve glowed in the dark. 2 The Galerie’s Far East Branch’s troop carrier ran carefully across the Sagano mountains amid a thick veil of rain and mist. Yahiro was headed to one of the six sacred territories of the Heavenly Imperial House in Kyoto—the Myoujiin territory. Normal people could not approach, as it was surrounded by an illusory barrier. It was not far away from Kyoto’s city, yet no one knew it existed.