I was running down the empty main street bathed in the sunset glow.
My fountain pen had broken, and I needed something for class tomorrow.
I could have asked someone at the mansion to prepare one, but I wanted to do it myself as much as possible.
7th Street was basically a shopping street, so empty streets were unusual.
Or rather… something was off.
I stopped and looked around. At the same time, I pulled my favorite longsword from the pouch-shaped magic bag at my waist.
I didn't draw it from the sheath. I kept it ready for warning.
"Those who run away should be fine…"
"…Who… kuu!?"
The moment I answered the raspy voice, I felt the wave of magic power and leaped backward.
The place I had been standing exploded violently. I put one hand on the ground and turned forward.
At the same time, a figure in a black hooded mantle appeared.
The figure was holding something bound by magic power ropes at both ends.
