Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

He restrained his brainless henchmen and, following the terrorist's orders, led them outside.

"Hey, you bunch of bastards over there."

"What are you still doing over there? Get out here right now! Do you want to get shot?"

The burly man, holding his gun, looked around. Seeing that Haramura Makoto and his group weren't making any moves, he waved his gun at Haramura Makoto again, his finger already on the trigger.

"Yes Yes Yes."

Makoto Haramura gave a very perfunctory reply.

He then gave Kurogane Ikki and Stella a signal, while he himself lagged far behind.

The terrorist was completely unaware that Makoto Haramura's gaze had become increasingly dangerous.

……

On the first floor, in the central open space.

"hurry up."

"Stop dawdling around here."

Before each man in a black combat uniform arrived, they were like shepherds herding sheep, leading the crowd from all directions of the mall and eventually gathering everyone still inside.

"It's pretty obvious. These terrorists are probably after a ransom, or they want to reach some kind of agreement with the government."

Obediently squatting on the ground, Makoto Haramura coldly surveyed his surroundings, speaking in a low voice that only those around him could hear.

"Are they 'rebels'?"

No matter what, Makoto Haramura has only been in this world for a short time.

The only terrorist organization he knew of was the world's largest terrorist organization.

The "Rebel Army" is an organization composed of swordsmen and villains who can easily destroy cities and indiscriminately slaughter millions of people.

"I'm not entirely sure, but most terrorist organizations wouldn't dare to hijack a shopping mall."

“Terrorist organizations of any size have long been absorbed.”

Kurogane Shizuku also coldly surveyed her surroundings, speaking in a low voice about the information she had gathered.

Are there Bladebreakers inside?

Kurogane Ikki asked the question directly.

The presence or absence of sword-wielders is crucial. If it were just a group of people armed with firearms, it wouldn't be difficult for the numerous sword-wielders present to subdue these terrorists directly.

He was already calculating.

Kurashiki Kurato and his group were on the other side, and he and his underlings could effectively cover half of the terrorists.

The terrorists here are left to them to deal with.

In just a moment, all of these guys can be subdued.

Never compare the physical abilities of a swordsman to those of a human. In fact, in essence, swordsmen who possess magical powers are no longer the same species as humans.

There might be a tiny bit of risk.

But since there are so many swordsmen here, he is confident that he can take them out before they fire their guns.

"Probably not."

"The 'Rebels' follow the ideology of the supremacy of the Bladebreakers, who are the chosen new humans, and ordinary people can only grovel at their feet."

"Therefore, when the Bladebreakers in the 'rebel army' are deployed, they usually do not need their ordinary civilian combat troops."

"In other words, those who appear here are at most their 'followers,' but there should still be a leader of the Blade Masters above them."

The Kingdom of Familion does not hold a high position within the Alliance, so Stella doesn't know much about it, and Kurogane Ikki left home early on. Only Kurogane Shizuku is capable of providing basic knowledge.

"Is that so? In that case, things will be much easier."

"The radius is about 100 meters, and the height is maintained at 2 meters. This distance should be acceptable, right?"

While measuring the distance with his eyes, Makoto Haramura was also slowly moving his position.

"Shizuku, prepare for both possibilities and release your barrier at the same time."

"I understand."

Kurogane Shizuku closed her eyes, meticulously manipulating the magic within her body, transforming it into water that flowed from her slender fingers down to the ground, spreading in all directions.

Normally, if things were done this way, the incident should have ended perfectly.

But it's as if fate always likes to play jokes; what people fear most at this time is exactly what happens.

"Don't bully Mom."

Amidst the constant stream of terrorists rushing in, perhaps due to pushing and shoving, the mercenary's gun went straight into a pregnant woman, causing her to stumble.

A little boy, who looked like a primary school student, jumped out and threw the ice cream he was holding at the terrorist.

"Shinji!"

The pregnant woman turned pale instantly and, with her large belly, pulled the boy back into her arms.

I guess he was taught by his father that as a man, he should protect his mother and his unborn younger siblings.

Normally it would be fine, but at this moment, it can only be described as foolish.

While still moving, Makoto Haramura spat.

He had seen this situation many times before; a rescue mission that should have been easy always became complicated because of one or two idiots.

He had long since become accustomed to ignoring such things.

The existence of one or two individuals puts everyone else in danger, increasing what could have been a manageable number of casualties, which is completely pointless.

"How dare a mere pig soil my pants?"

The man was wearing a gas mask, so his facial expression was obscured, but his roaring tone revealed just how furious he was.

"Sanji, don't go crazy over such a small matter. Lord Smiling said that you shouldn't kill people indiscriminately."

"If we really anger Lord Smiling, he won't calm down until he kills a dozen or more humans."

"Nonsense, they're all pigs."

"As a resident of the New World, what's wrong with me killing a few animals?"

The man named Sanji completely ignored his companions' attempts to stop him and raised his submachine gun, pointing it not only at the boy but also at the mother who was protecting him in her arms.

The hostages scattered instantly, or rather, they had already scattered moments before.

"Da da da da——"

Without saying much, dozens of bullets shot out directly from the muzzle of the gun amidst the blue flames.

Ordinary humans are not human.

They are just pigs, just livestock.

This is what "rebels" do; this is what these terrorists do.

Makoto Haramura originally intended to ignore it, but a certain girl with an overflowing sense of justice rushed out.

A raging inferno rose up and blocked the mother and child's path. The lead bullets ejected from the gun barrel were all melted by the intense heat, leaving not a single one behind.

"Wait, I'm here on behalf of the hostages to negotiate with you."

Stella stepped out from the crowd, walked up to the mother and child, and took the initiative to remove the mask she had been wearing to conceal her identity.

She is the princess of Famili and possesses the world's greatest magic.

With her identity exposed, even terrorists would hesitate, giving her time to buy time for Shizuku Kurogane and Makoto.

"Swordsman, fire now!"

"How could we have forgotten about this guy?"

"Wait, that looks like Princess Familion, the one with the world's number one magic power."

Those who become terrorists and are recruited by the "rebel army" are not fools. At the very least, they are required to remember the appearance of powerful Blademasters.

Although Stella is far from being a formal knight, her unique characteristics have already made her appearance memorable to these people.

Stella's idea worked.

"Really, isn't it very impolite to act like this in front of our distinguished guests? You need to learn to be more polite."

A voice came from the elevator entrance of the building, and the sound of relaxed footsteps gradually approached, interrupting the soldiers' whispers.

“It seems that the ‘messenger’ that Shizuku spoke of has appeared.”

While controlling his magic, Makoto Haramura turned his gaze toward the source of the sound.

The man wore a black cloak trimmed with gold thread, and his face was covered in hideous tattoos. He seemed to notice Stella's gaze, and a twisted smile appeared on his face.

"I...I'm sorry, Lord Smiling. It was because that guy insulted me that I did what I did."

It seemed to put a lot of pressure on that guy; the man who was so arrogant just now was now trembling.

"Is that so? If that's the case, then there's nothing we can do."

One second he's furiously rebuking someone, the next he's offering kind words of comfort, like a terminally ill schizophrenic.

The man named Smiling pulled a revolver from his pocket and pointed it at the mother and daughter who were crouching on the ground, trembling.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness."

"Although they were very rude, as animals, they insulted the new humans. These two animals have committed a serious crime, and I will punish them now."

As he spoke, he smiled and was about to pull the trigger.

"Don't even think about it!"

Stella moved even faster, unleashing explosive magical power from her feet, causing the mall floor to crack open inch by inch. She leaped into the air, summoning her spiritual weapon, the Dragon Sin Sword.

Flames swirled around the sword, and a fiery robe draped over Stella's body.

This is a blazing flame powerful enough to completely incinerate a human being.

Faced with such an attack, the man known as "Smiling" was not alarmed but laughed instead. He threw away his gun and stretched out his hands towards Stella's greatsword.

moment!

An attack that should have torn the earth apart was actually blocked by this man with his bare arms.

Although it looks a bit strenuous.

His leg muscles were fully tense, and his knees were bent slightly, but he did manage to catch Stella's full-force strike.

"How can it be."

No one was more shocked than Stella.

If it were before, it wouldn't be a problem, but now her power and her flames have improved so much because they are becoming more and more like dragons. How could this guy possibly withstand her like this?

"boom--"

Immediately afterwards, Smiling turned around and lashed out with her leg like a whip, striking Stella directly.

The powerful force ripped through Stella's dragon feather robe, knocking her back several meters.

"The Ring of the Grand Judge, a pair of unique spirit artifacts. The Ring of Sin on the left hand absorbs damage, while the Ring of Punishment on the right hand releases absorbed attacks."

He smiled smugly as he introduced his spirit costume.

"Among swordsmen, level and magic power are indeed factors that determine the outcome, but ultimately the most important thing is the mutual reinforcement and restraint between abilities."

"So that's how it is. It was my own power."

The attack just now was Stella's full power release after increasing her strength over the past few days, and she was too hasty in defending herself, which is why she ended up in this situation.

"As expected of a knight of justice."

"I am deeply moved by this attitude of standing up to protect others."

The man known as "Smiling" swung his hand down, and all his men raised their guns, aiming them at the hostages.

"Now, all I have to do is lower this hand, and all the guns will fire at once."

"Even you, Princess Stella, couldn't possibly save so many people at the same time."

"But considering how moved I was by Princess Stella just now, if you agree to just one condition, I'll spare that brat's life."