Chapter 159: Syura: I Got Taken Out, Dad, You Go on the Rampage Now
"Lord Mahiro, the Imperial City has become so chaotic lately. So many young men, women, and children die every day. The number of cases has skyrocketed compared to before. An evil aura is enveloping the Imperial City."
In the office, Seryu puffed her cheeks as she complained to him.
Mahiro sat there, listening quietly, only occasionally asking a few questions.
He had been spending most of his time recently at the research institute helping Dr. Stylish develop medicines, leaving him no time to deal with other matters.
After all, this was his top priority.
But today, when he finally had time to visit Seryu, he was met with her furious ranting.
Not that it was surprising—Honest had recalled his son Syura and others to form the Wild Hunt.
These wicked villains, under the pretext of capturing Night Raid members, committed all manner of atrocities throughout the Imperial City. They arbitrarily arrested residents to use as playthings, even disregarding the security forces responsible for maintaining law and order in the capital!
Things like public rape had become commonplace occurrences, regardless of gender!
What's more, that Champ character had particularly twisted and perverted tendencies. He called children "angels," then after torturing and tormenting them, would cruelly kill them!
He claimed it was to prevent them from growing into "filthy adults"!
Now the entire Imperial City felt like a storm was brewing. Their special police unit had become feared by all.
Whenever people spotted their appearance, the bustling streets of the capital would empty instantly—everyone dared to feel anger but not speak out!
They're truly just garbage.
"Listen, Lord Mahiro, that's not all! The security captains are actually turning a blind eye to all this! How can they allow evil to flourish like this? Isn't this just like what happened with Ogre-sensei?!"
Seryu grew more agitated as she spoke, wildly shaking Koro in her hand, making the poor thing bounce up and down.
Fortunately, it was a Teigu—if it were an ordinary cat or dog, it would have died long ago.
"Now, now, Seryu, calm down."
Mahiro soothed her: "The captains choosing to mind their own business isn't unreasonable. After all, Syura is Honest's son—how would ordinary families dare oppose the minister? They're not me."
"But since you've brought it up, Seryu, I'll take care of this matter today while I have time. It's been delayed too long—it's time to take action."
"Really?! Lord Mahiro, you're going to pass judgment on evil?!"
Seryu was overjoyed.
She had been feeling stifled all this time, constantly handling official business that had kept her from her patrol duties for so long. Now that Lord Mahiro was going to eliminate evil, how could she not be excited?!
"Alright, let's go meet this so-called Wild Hunt today!"
Daring to cause trouble in his territory—even if it were Honest himself, he'd throw him into the slaughterhouse to be castrated!
Let alone his son Syura!
Mahiro first went to the assassination department to gather the elite team members. Since they were taking action, they might as well have an impressive lineup.
Fortunately, aside from Green who was still out gathering intelligence with the new recruits, everyone else was present.
"Lord Yotsuba, have you gathered us for a mission?!" Nahashu asked with great enthusiasm.
Cornelia, however, couldn't feel any joy at all. If they went out on a mission, it would be a long time before they could see Lord Yotsuba again.
Although they didn't get to see him much these days anyway.
"Well, you could say it's a mission," Mahiro nodded and said calmly, "You've probably heard of the newly formed special police force, Wild Hunt, right? Their actions have severely disrupted the order in the Imperial City, so we need to deliver a small punishment and warning to them."
"I see. Indeed, when we went out yesterday, we witnessed it ourselves. Their behavior is truly inhuman—they killed so many innocent poor people!" Tsukushi puffed her cheeks as she spoke.
"Lord Yotsuba, do we need to kill them?" Poney shouted loudly.
Her simple mind couldn't distinguish right from wrong, and she had no particular feelings about Syura and his group. But if Mahiro gave the order, she would spare no effort to carry it out!
Just like Seryu, to her, Mahiro's words were like imperial decrees, even more effective than the Little Emperor's.
"That probably won't do. After all, they are an officially sanctioned department of the empire. If we kill them without authorization, it will cause trouble for Lord Yotsuba," Cornelia frowned, analyzing the pros and cons.
Although she detested these people as well.
"Sister Cora is right. I heard their leader is Prime Minister Honest's son. I'd love to take them out, but Prime Minister Honest would surely go all out against Lord Yotsuba," Gin nodded in agreement.
"But we can try reasoning with them first before resorting to force," Kurome muttered softly.
"Heh, I didn't expect you to know so much, Kurome."
Mahiro reached out and ruffled Kurome's short hair.
Kurome's face flushed red, her large black eyes narrowing into crescent moons, making Poney gaze at her enviously.
How enviable! To have Lord Mahiro pat her head like that...
It must feel so nice!
"However, this time we don't need to reason with them first, nor do we need to worry about that fat pig Honest. Remember, we are the law enforcement department. They have broken the law, so we will deliver punishment—we'll kill them directly!"
"Yes, Lord Yotsuba!"
Though it was just a simple statement, it was enough to inspire all of them.
As expected, Lord Yotsuba was Lord Yotsuba—he never hesitated in his actions.
If there was a problem, he'd kill first and ask questions later!
Soon after, the elite squad followed behind Mahiro, ready to settle the score with Wild Hunt.
Fortunately, they happened to run into these fools on the street near the imperial palace!
For some reason, though, Wild Hunt should have six members including Syura, but now they could only see five. That clown-like guy was nowhere to be found.
But it wasn't a big problem.
Because Syura had already thoroughly ignited his killing intent.
"Haha, I never expected the Imperial City to have so many top-quality goods, each more beautiful than the last! Judging by your outfits, you must be from the Assassination Unit, right? I now command all of you to become my new toys. Rejoice!"
Without another word, Syura immediately launched into a highly arrogant and idiotic declaration.
He leered lustfully at the women behind Mahiro, paying particular attention to Cornelia and Tsukushi.
Never expecting to enjoy a few appetizers before indulging in Esdeath, Syura felt exceptionally pleased.
However, perhaps due to having played with too many mature women recently, Syura found himself unusually interested in younger girls today.
Thus, with an abnormal glint in his eyes, he stepped forward and directly reached out to touch Tsukushi's delicate face.
"All of you, come with me. If you serve me well, I might be merciful enough to spare your lives!"
Meanwhile, Cosmina turned her gaze toward Nahashu and Mahiro, particularly captivated by Mahiro's handsome, flawless features that made her heart flutter!
"Little brother, come play with me~"
Imitating Syura's manner, she also approached Mahiro, extending her hand—but this time toward his belt.
"Don't... don't touch me with your filthy hands!!"
With a sharp smack, Tsukushi actually slapped Syura across the face, leaving five delicate finger marks slowly emerging on his skin.
This slap instantly stunned everyone present.
The Wild Hunt members were shocked that Syura had been struck, while the Assassination Unit was astonished that Tsukushi—usually like a healing mascot—could display such bold fierceness!
However, taking advantage of this momentary daze, Cosmina suddenly felt a sharp pain on her head!
"Ouch ouch ouch! Let go of me!!!"
Cosmina frantically beat the arm in front of her with her microphone.
They saw Cornelia gripping Cosmina's skull with one hand, coldly stating: "How dare you lay a finger on Lord Yotsuba?!"
After speaking, Cornelia suddenly threw a punch, instantly shattering Cosmina's face and crushing her skull.
Then, as if discarding trash, she threw the dead body aside.
"Ahhh! You... you dare resist me? I'm the minister's son!!!"
Seeing Cosmina already dead and himself repeatedly assaulted, Syura's face twisted in rage as he roared furiously at the group.
"How noisy!"
Thump!
The roar was instantly choked back in his throat as Syura felt tremendous force accompanied by tearing agony in his abdomen!
It felt as if all the air in his chest was forcibly squeezed out.
Then his entire body seemed to fly through the air!
But before he could hit the ground, a large hand grabbed him by the hair.
When he regained awareness, he realized he'd been struck—and by this smiling fellow before him!
"You dare hit me, Lord Syura! I'll never forgive you. Steam execution, live burial, dismemberment by chariots, burning at the stake—I'll make you suffer them all! I'll make you beg for death but find no release!!"
"Ah, such classic minor villain dialogue."
Mahiro sighed deeply, even feeling somewhat amused.
Even with his life firmly in Mahiro's grasp, this guy still dared to boast and threaten.
"It seems you truly don't know me. In that case, let me introduce myself. I am Yotsuba Mahiro, head of the Imperial City's Secret Guard. May I ask, young master Syura, if you could repeat what you just said?"
"!!!"
Syura's heart instantly skipped a beat!
He never expected Mahiro to take the initiative and come find him personally!
All these days, everything he had done was part of his plan to help his father eradicate Mahiro and his group completely. The deliberate provocation of conflicts with the security team a few days ago was merely a diversion to attract their attention!
He originally thought the other side would send subordinates first, allowing him to play with them slowly. He never imagined this guy would come in person!
This made Syura feel quite delighted.
Even while being held by the other party, he showed no fear and laughed boldly.
"Haha, so you're the little chief of the security team and assassination unit! I am Lord Syura, and my father is Prime Minister Honest! How dare you lay hands on me?! Attack them!"
"Break their limbs first if possible—I want to play with them to death later!" Syura snarled viciously.
Immediately, the remaining three sprang into action.
Izou drew his nurtured demon sword "Kōsetsu," and as the strongest swordsman, he targeted the opponents who intrigued him—Nahashu and Kurome.
He could clearly sense the sharp, deadly aura emanating from both of them!
"Ah, what a pity to die just like that... Well then, I'll carry on your will and fight alongside you! So rest in peace, Cosmina."
Dorothea, a cute blonde loli dressed like the girl next door, didn't rush to act.
Instead, she crouched beside Cosmina's corpse, lifted her body, and revealed a pair of sharp fangs like a vampire's, sinking them directly into Cosmina's neck.
In an instant, she had drained the remaining blood from the corpse, turning it into a desiccated mummy!
"How disgusting!"
Cornelia and Poney attacked simultaneously, striking at the girl from both sides in a pincer movement.
As for Tsukushi and Gin, they faced Enshin, who hailed from a pirate background.
"Lord Syura, you have to give me those two big-breasted ones later! I like them so much! Haha!"
"Did you hear that? My subordinates are already discussing how to divide these little girls! Feeling despair? This is the difference in strength! Hahaha! The people under my command are top experts from all over the world. How could your measly little assassination squad trash possibly be a match?!"
"If you kneel and apologize to me now, I might even let you watch how I play with your subordinates!"
Syura, for some inexplicable reason, was still brimming with confidence and dared to spout such arrogant nonsense.
Yet Mahiro simply held him by the hair, not letting go, and watched him with a calm smile as he boasted awkwardly.
Seeing that Mahiro seemed unmoved, Syura began to feel a bit panicked inside.
Why isn't this guy afraid?!
It shouldn't be like this, this isn't right!!!
However, the next second, Syura got his answer.
Thud!
A spherical object rolled over with a clatter.
Three bullet holes were embedded in the forehead, blood slowly trickling from them, and the face still bore the viciousness and terror of the moment before death.
But that face!
It was actually Enshin, who had just said he wanted to claim the girls!!!
How is this possible?!
"Lord Yotsuba, mission accomplished." Gin stood unscathed alongside Tsukushi, shouldering a massive blade resembling Zangetsu.
"Is that all? Tch, what a disappointment, you old hag."
Poney looked down contemptuously at the completely aged Dorothea lying on the ground, mercilessly lifting her foot to kick the other's head.
"No, nooooo!!! I don't want to die!!!! I wanted to use my wisdom to preserve my youth and live forever—"
Splat!
Dorothea's head burst open like a watermelon.
"Lord Yotsuba, were you watching? I took down an enemy cleanly~" Poney happily sought praise.
As for Kurome and Nahashu's side, they finished even faster.
Kurome sat atop the corpse of a Super Danger Beast controlled by Yatsufusa, munching on cookie snacks.
Beneath the Danger Beast's rear, Izou was pinned with half his body exposed, weakly reaching toward his broken katana with fading breath.
"Kōs...Kōsetsu... my... Kōsetsu..."
"Hmph, small fry."
Nahashu deactivated the Water Dragon Sword's enhancement and sheathed his blade.
"See that?"
Mahiro smiled while looking at Syura held in his grasp, asking: "Feeling despair? This is the difference in strength. Though your subordinates were experts gathered from around the world, mine are masters I personally nurtured—the kind you can't find anywhere else in the world."
"Damn damn damn damn!!! Where did that damned Champ go?! Come save me now!!!"
Syra panicked, he was truly panicking.
He never expected his subordinates to be so utterly useless!
"Won't work. If you mean that clown, though he's not here now, don't worry—I'll definitely send him to join you."
"Kill me? You're dreaming!!!"
A glowing formation suddenly shimmered at Syura's feet, swirling purple light enveloping him.
Rip!
The guy abruptly exerted force, violently tearing out his own hair before diving into the magic circle.
"Bastards, don't think this is over! Especially you, Yotsuba Mahiro—just you wait! I'll definitely come back for revenge!!!"
Amid the curses, a bizarre scene unfolded as Syura abruptly vanished before their eyes, leaving them unable to comprehend what had happened!
"H-he actually escaped?!" Poney exclaimed in shock, "What should we do now?!"
All eyes fell upon Mahiro.
He stood calmly, smiling at the white hair still clutched in his hand:
"Trying to escape using Dimensional Formation: Shambhala? Dream on."
His pupils flashed as an identical glowing formation appeared beneath Mahiro's feet—but its activation was far faster than Syura's, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
...
Moments later.
The light formation reappeared, and Mahiro's figure emerged within it.
Compared to when he left, he now held a corpse in his hand.
It was the escaped Syura!
He casually tossed it to the ground alongside the other corpses.
"Lord Yotsuba, how should we dispose of these corpses? Shall we hang them in Imperial City's central square as a warning?" Nahashu stepped forward and asked.
Like the other girls, he showed no shock whatsoever, instead brimming with admiration and considering it completely natural.
After all, in their eyes, Mahiro was the embodiment of omnipotence!
As for Nahashu's proposed method, it was indeed an Empire tradition—displaying enemies' corpses to the citizens as demonstration of what befalls lawbreakers!
But this time, Mahiro had no intention of doing so, instead instructing:
"Transport these bodies back to the assassination department. I plan to send Prime Minister Honest a grand gift!"
He had conceived a brilliantly vicious scheme that would shock both body and soul.