Shortly after several agents from the Special Ability Section left Kaiinji Suyou's home, outside the villa of the neighboring Tateda family, members of the Special Ability Section had already directed the police to set up a cordon outside the villa under the cover of night.

"What's going on, Senior? Even though it's a very heinous murder case, why are there so many people here?"

The young police officer who just joined the force last week asked curiously to the senior officer who was in charge of guiding him through the job and was much older than him.

Due to the special properties of Yokohama, it is almost a mafia paradise at night.

It was the first time for him and some colleagues who joined the company earlier to go out on duty so late at night, not to mention that this was a case that seemed to be taken very seriously by the higher-ups.

“Tsk——”

The old policeman looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to this place, so he shook his finger mysteriously at his juniors.

"That's not something we have to worry about," the middle-aged man said mysteriously.

"Just tell me, senior!" The young man handed a cigarette to the middle-aged police officer very politely.

After keeping everyone in suspense, the old police officer calmly asked, "Do you believe in the existence of ghosts and gods?"

"spirits?"

"Yes, that's it, how to say... well, supernatural phenomenon, although I don't really believe it, but look over there." The old police officer pointed to a luxury car that happened to stop outside the villa.

"The priest is here."

I don't know who uttered the tiny exclamation, but it was loud enough for the two people present to hear.

"Look."

Two people got out of the luxury car one after the other, and the one in the lead was dressed as a priest.

The white protective paper completely covered the priest's face, giving him a sense of alienation.

Following behind the priest was a silver-haired man in a kimono, with an air of authority that came from his brows without him getting angry.

The man was carrying a katana with him. Judging from his expression and aura, the katana on his waist was not just an ornament but a real killing weapon, which made people shudder.

After seeing this scene, the young man realized something was unusual without the old policeman saying anything.

"It's really strange." The young police officer said thoughtfully.

"That's right," the old police officer shrugged and patted his junior on the shoulder. "Let's go, let's continue patrolling. I don't think there's anything for us to do in there."

As the two were leaving, a petite figure quietly appeared where they had stayed before.

The little boy with blond hair and blue eyes stood quietly in the night. The thick black aura around him made him almost blend into the darkness.

He looked around critically. The boy seemed to have some extremely noble qualities. Even in this terribly dark place, he still shone as if he was standing on a throne.

"Wait, kid, you can't go in here."

Perhaps mistaking him for a child who had strayed into the scene, a kind police officer came over and tried to get him to leave.

It was really strange that he was still outside at this time. The police officer felt something was a little weird, but he still asked the boy questions dutifully.

"Where do you live? Did you sneak out by yourself?"

But he didn't get the answer he wanted, instead he was asked a question back by the boy.

"Is this what you wish for?"

The boy who suddenly appeared here late at night took a step forward and spoke in a condescending tone.

When the boy walked out from the shadows, the police discovered that he was wearing a gorgeous robe, just like a king in a fairy tale.

The collar and sleeves made of unknown fabric looked like flowing mist. The police were sure that it was not silk, because even at the World Expo, which was held to show off the country's national strength, it was impossible to display treasures of this level.

The boy's red dress was embroidered with black and white silk threads with many plants and animals that the police officers had never seen before, as well as some unknown symbols that looked like words.

These distorted and weird patterns are absolutely not in line with normal aesthetics, but when the police looked at them, they felt a huge and immeasurable love and admiration for them for no reason.

It was as if someone else's aesthetic, or an aesthetic that did not belong to this dimension at all, was forcibly stuffed into his brain, leaving only poems praising the king in his mind at this moment.

The police officer felt dazed for a moment, as if his retina and the visual center of his brain were being stirred by a stirring stick, and the blurry black shadows around him seemed to become clearer.

Seeing his appearance, Haiyinsi Suyou, who was playing the alias of Michel Ende, was also a little surprised.

"What's wrong with him?"

[Don't worry, he is a talented guy.] The system replied.

"Sorry, I was distracted just now." The man wiped his glasses and muttered something. He seemed to have regarded the feeling just now as an illusion caused by staying up late to work too long, and spoke gently to the boy in front of him.

I should try to go back and rest early. It’s too bad that I’m hallucinating. The police officer thought absentmindedly.

But I have to send this kid home first. He is indeed a child and seems to have a bit of a chuunibyou syndrome.

The man took what Mitchell had just said as a childish joke and said without any precautions:

"Ah, this is indeed uncle's wish, tell him quickly."

[Yohoo, so cute]

[Is it a new person with special abilities or a demon? Does anyone know him?]

[Am I the only one who finds it creepy that a child suddenly appears in the middle of the night...]

[A little bit, but he is really cute, a blond-haired, blue-eyed little boy, hehe]

The appearance of the vest seemed to make the barrage more enthusiastic. The few sporadic speculations about Michel Ende's dangerousness were drowned out by more barrages of comments saying "so cute".

However, I didn't see any changes in my faith value column during the tour of Haiyin Temple, but the barrage of liking for the blond boy didn't seem fake.

In this light, taking shortcuts through pseudonyms does not seem to be feasible, and only the strong emotions that the audience has towards his own concept can be called faith.

"Then your wish has been heard by the king."

The blond little king held the police officer's hand. His sky-blue eyes seemed to turn into some extremely clear glass at this moment. A smile blossomed on his pale face, and the metal necklace worn on the boy's slender neck also underwent a strange change.

The metal pendant suddenly "came alive", like flowing gold, stringing together two large snakes, one black and one white, that were tied together by their tails. The middle of the ring structure formed by the two snakes also emitted a faint light, like sunlight refracted by flowing hot spring water, constantly surging, fragmented and colorful.

"My name is Michael Ender, the King of Endless Wishes. Under the guidance of the Great Lord, I come to claim the reward of my wishes."

[Hahahahaha, this introduction is inexplicably chuuni]

[It feels even more exciting! ]

[Cool!]

Barrages of howling voices flashed by one after another.

But there are also some speculations about Michel Ende's words mixed in, which is exactly the effect that Haiyin Temple Tour wants.

[Wow, this is an introduction to a wish-granting machine in reserve]

[He is indeed a foreigner. Could this Lord be Christ? There are not many people who can be called Lords in organized worship in the West.]

[Not necessarily, but this outfit does look very European]

[I don't understand]

In the night, the boy's voice was sweet and clear, just like the poisonous snake that tempted Eve in the Garden of Eden, making people want to get close and submit but also feel creepy.

After the boy who called himself Mitchell finished speaking, the police officer who seemed to be the leader of the conversation involuntarily obeyed the boy's words.

It's like the natural submission of a loyal subject to the king.

"Please show me in, Mr. Policeman, as a reward for your request."

The police officer, who had lost the ability to distinguish, took the boy's hand and led him towards the villa surrounded by a cordon.

Michel Ende was lucky, and they did not encounter other patrolmen along the way, but this was only temporary concealment. When they entered the villa, their combination immediately became the focus of the police's attention.

There shouldn't be children here, the silver-haired swordsman thought.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's eyes were vaguely following the boy with blond hair and blue eyes. The swordsman was a little confused as to why a child of this age would appear here.

The young king had already felt the gaze from the swordsman. He had not tried to hide it when he followed the police officer in. Perhaps being discovered by everyone was part of the plan for the Haiyin Temple tour.

"Hey, Yamada, you're here. What's going on with this kid?"

A female police officer came over with a look of concern and curiosity on her face, as if she was someone familiar to the officer being led by Mitchell.

After hearing the female police officer's words, the police officer named Yamada came back to his senses as if waking up from a dream. He vaguely found that his memory of what had just happened seemed very vague.

His memory just now seemed to be covered with a layer of plastic wrap. He could vaguely see through the mist on the plastic film, but he couldn't recall it directly at all, let alone sort out what had just happened.

"This child..."

Officer Yamada hesitated for a long time and couldn't explain it.

Moreover, the world in Officer Yamada's eyes seemed to have become a little different.

It was as if he had been looking at the world through a foggy glass, and now all the fog had been wiped away.

At this moment, he had a clear view of the entire world and was unexpectedly exposed to visitors from the other side.

The female colleague in front of him had a caring smile on her face, and seemed very worried about his condition, but what was clinging closely to the back of the female police officer was an extremely terrifying thing.

The monster, which had no face but only long and twisted limbs, seemed to sense his terrified gaze. The place that could be called its back bulged suddenly, revealing its huge mouthparts, which bared its fangs and claws at him, while the female police officer who was attached to the monster was completely unaware.

Officer Yamada could no longer bear it and let out a terrified cry. He was almost about to draw his gun and shoot because of excessive fear. Seeing the ghost about to attack, he was interrupted by two attacks at the same time.

“How ugly.”

The little king spoke arrogantly with a tone of disdain. The boy puffed up his cheeks, seeming to be very dissatisfied with the appearance of the ghosts, as if looking at them any longer would defile his eyes.

A green longbow appeared out of thin air, with green energy flowing through it, as if it possessed supreme life.

The bowstring, made from purple buffalo intestines, seemed to be pulled by an invisible person, and the emerald arrow flew out, hitting the ghost accurately and quickly exploding inside the terrifying monster.

The arrogant little king finally smiled at this time, and his cute fangs were revealed as the corners of his mouth curved in satisfaction.

The combination of the scene of children clapping their hands innocently and the scene of ghosts and gods flying everywhere is indescribably weird.

The other attack came from Fukuzawa Yukichi.

Although the distance to this side was not that close, the man's help was very timely.

However, after seeing the boy's attack crush the ghost, the silver-haired swordsman quickly put away his sword and returned to his original state of being as still as a mountain.

But the extremely proud king had no intention of letting him go.

"You rude fellow, why did you keep staring at the king's true face just now?"