Unlimited Ambition

"Then what are we waiting for?! Hurry up and stop him!" Kamijou was very excited.

The unruly priest rolled his eyes again, wondering to himself if it was a mistake to bring Kamijou into this.

"If you don't want to die, don't do this." The delinquent priest spat smoke in the boy's face, making him cough. "That prince didn't come alone this time. He brought an entire battalion of dark knights. A total of three hundred well-trained elite mages. They are extremely skilled in both physical combat and magical incantations. Young man, ask yourself, do you have the ability to take on three hundred at once?"

Kamijou shook his head violently. Only then did he shut his mouth and follow the delinquent priest toward the outskirts of Academy City.

"Where are we going?" The boy Kamijou only remembered to ask this question after walking halfway.

"Go find some more people to help." The scoundrel priest didn't even turn his head, continuing to walk forward.

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At the same time, Jian Gong tried to develop his eloquence, which he wasn't particularly good at, and tried to make the matter clear by speaking concisely.

"So..." I rubbed my temples, "You Amakusa-style people got so excited that Sister Osora just disappeared without a trace?"

"...That's about it—but we Amakusa have already done our best to find it."

I almost blurted out the word "useless".

"More trouble than it's worth." I felt my migraine return—the same problem caused by Shirai Kuroko last time. Seeing me frown, a Dark Knight immediately pulled out a medicine bottle and mineral water for me. After swallowing a few painkillers, I felt a little better.

"...Forget it, this matter is not entirely your fault." I waved my hand, signaling the Dark Knights to disperse first, so as not to put too much pressure on them: "How about this, I will inform the Dark Knights again, and tell them to go and search as well. If anyone has any news, don't act rashly, notify the other party first, and then act together."

Upon hearing my suggestion, Jian Gong readily agreed. Without further ado, he led his men out.

"Are we just going to let them go like that?" the Dark Knight captain asked with a hint of doubt.

"What else can we do if we don't release them? Kill them? Imprison them? Fighting on foreign soil is inherently inconvenient. It's always good to have more friends." After saying this, I stood up and raised my voice: "Gentlemen, you all know what you should do, right?! Take action, I'm watching you!"

The group of dark knights, as if acting as one, immediately knelt in salute. Then, in groups of four, they jogged out.

"Notify the other two hundred-man squads. Get them moving too!" I said to the Dark Knight captain beside me.

He nodded and immediately notified his two subordinates via telepathy.

"Alright, you go out and look too. More people mean more opportunities." I waved my hand, ready to shoo him out.

"...But doesn't His Highness need guards?" the knight captain asked.

"My skills seem far superior to yours, don't they?" I rolled my eyes. Without waiting for his reply, I instantly teleported out of the warehouse. The Dark Knight captain, having been given the cold shoulder, shrugged and followed him out.

Stealing a moment from my busy schedule, I walked towards Academy City, intending to surprise Mikoto and Kuroko. Then I discovered... Turns out, I'm quite lucky compared to most people—that girl in the black nun's habit, looking around furtively, looked exactly like Osora from the photo.

Never mind, business comes first. Sorry, Mikoto Kuroko. I thought to myself as I walked forward happily. My silver-gray student suit, combined with a little trick from my top-notch beautician, made me instantly recognizable to those I knew—but absolutely no one else would recognize me.

At times like this, this adorable, absent-minded nun would probably think I'm just a passing teenager, ready to strike up a conversation with her.

However, she does seem to need some help.

Hmm... speaking of which, this Osora is really... how should I put it... well, she's a great beauty.

I nodded and walked over with what I thought was a very friendly smile: "Excuse me, nun, is there anything I can help you with?"

First of all, I should clarify that I started in English, but seeing that she looked confused, I asked her again in Latin. She opened her mouth and made a few "ah" sounds, but couldn't explain clearly, so I switched to Italian.

Upon hearing that I spoke Italian, Orsola reacted as if she had found a long-lost relative, immediately grabbing my hand. I thought to myself, "The nuns of the Roman Catholic Church are truly compassionate," but I didn't let go. Then, Orsola asked in Italian, "Excuse me, how can I enter this city?"

...This city? Academy City? Could it be that she wants to seek the protection of Academy City? What an imaginative girl.

So I asked further, "Does this city refer to... Academy City?"

Osora nodded: "That's right, that's the name."

"That's a bit tricky." I shook my head with a wry smile: "Because Academy City, in a general sense, is not open to the outside world."

"Huh? Is that so?" Osora's mood dropped upon hearing this.

"So, what exactly is it that you want to go into Academy City?" I asked.

Fortunately, Osora wasn't completely stupid. So he didn't explain, but just shook his head, looking troubled.

I sighed softly, thinking: The opportunity has come.

"It seems you really do have something very important to do inside." I gave you a sympathetic look. "Does it have to be Academy City?"

Orsola hesitated for a moment: "Given the current situation, Academy City is the best option."

It is indeed the best choice, in a sense.

I chuckled softly. "Alright then. If you trust me, I can let you into Academy City."

"Really?" Osora asked, half-believing.

"That's right. Don't let my appearance fool you, I still have some privileges within Academy City. Bringing back a cute, harmless girl shouldn't be a problem."

"Is that so? Then I'll leave it to you." Osora smiled and readily agreed.

...This is too easy to fool, isn't it? I thought to myself, and then I realized that this girl was able to come up with such a clever plan to hide in Academy City in such a short time. I didn't know whether she was smart or stupid.

In short, that's how I tricked Sister Osora of the Roman Catholic Church into coming to my villa in Academy City.

Come to think of it, before that, there seemed to be another group lurking nearby. Given this situation, the Amakusa-style possibility can be ruled out first. So next is… well, the Roman Catholic Church's nun unit? They didn't act directly because they recognized me. So they dared not act? Then what are you going to do next? Send your secret force, the so-called Right Seat of God, to deal with me?

That really makes it something to look forward to.

I'm only half right about the truth. When I was talking to Orsola just now, among those spying on us, there were indeed members of the Roman Catholic Church, but besides them, there were also unruly Anglican priests and the two boys, Kamijou and his companion, who could barely represent Academy City.

Both of them had suffered greatly at my hands, so they remembered my face quite well. Just as Yannis Santis, the Roman Catholic nun who was acting as a temporary ally, was about to rush out in her super short-skirted nun's habit, wearing platform shoes and with her hair in red braids, these two guys stopped her.

"Calm down! Look closely, that guy is that cunning prince!" Ever since I scared him so badly last time he almost lost control of his bladder, Kamijou has developed a psychological aversion to me. He said this in a low voice.

"What scheming prince?" Yannis Santis asked, puzzled.

“Prince Light Baldwin of Jerusalem!” the unruly priest added in a low voice.

Yannis was about to shout when he heard the name when two other boys covered his mouth. They then put their index fingers to their lips and shushed him. Yannis nodded, and the two boys released him.

"The target has already been obtained by the other side. What do we do now?" Kamijou asked in a low voice.

"Let's go back to the camp first." Yannis hesitated for a moment, recalling the rumors he had heard about me. He thought that even if only half of them were true, this monster could wipe out the entire Yannis army in a matter of minutes. This made Yannis, unusually, consider retreating.

Chapter Eighteen: Another Form of Shura Field

With the honorary membership in the Council of General Affairs that Aleister gave me, I easily brought Orsola into Academy City.

Upon hearing my identity, Orsola became slightly excited. She thought: If it's this kind and enthusiastic young man… it wouldn't be so bad if he won me over. (By the way, nun, your imagination is terrible. Even if you meant something else entirely, it's easy for people to misunderstand…)

My destination, of course, was still my little villa.

Sitting in the taxi, Orsola and I continued to communicate in Italian. I wisely refrained from asking her those sensitive questions (besides, what you say can easily be misunderstood, young man).

Then they introduced themselves. Osora seemed to hesitate for a moment, but still revealed her real name: "Osora Aquinas. I am a nun of the Roman Catholic Church."

...This child is really honest. She's so honest that I almost feel bad lying to her.

“Wright Stuart.” That’s my name. I said it with a smile, as if it were the truth.

"Speaking of which, Academy City isn't open to the public. So there aren't any hotels or similar facilities. It's getting late. If you don't mind, how about you stay at my place for the night?"

"Is this a good idea?" Osora hesitated, "Won't this cause you trouble..."

"Hahaha... How could that be? Come to think of it, I'm quite lonely living alone."

One more thing, I said the second half of the sentence in Maori.

"Huh?" Osora tilted her head, clearly not understanding what I said.

"It's nothing, don't worry about such a small thing, hahaha..." I laughed heartily like this until I opened my door—then I couldn't laugh anymore.

"Onii-chan!" A familiar face loomed larger before me, about to pounce on me—then, I decisively reached out and pressed her head down, stopping her advance.

"Heizi?" I asked uncertainly, "What are you doing here?"

"Onii-chan, Kuroko was so lonely these past few days while you were gone... so I couldn't resist and moved into your house." Kuroko finally jumped into my arms and then refused to leave.

Kuroko didn't hear me respond to her and sensed something was wrong. Then she suddenly looked up at me and asked, "Onii-chan, you're not angry, are you?"

"How could that be?" My smile was forced, then I asked in a low voice, "Hey, tell me, do you live here all by yourself?"

I naturally wouldn't ask Kuroko how she got in. As a spatial ability user, if Kuroko were stumped by a door lock, she wouldn't be a Level 4.

"My older sister comes to stay here occasionally." When I asked this, Kuroko didn't think too much about it and answered honestly.

Hearing Hei Zi say that, my heart skipped a beat, and then I turned pale with fright.

"But my older sister didn't come today. It seems she was called away by the dormitory supervisor for a lecture." Kuroko's next words saved me.

"It's good that he didn't come, it's good that he didn't come." I nodded, looking relieved. Kuroko felt something was off, and then looked behind me. It was Orsola, who was curiously craning her neck to look inside.

And just like that, the two locked eyes. Osora smiled gently at Shirai Kuroko. Immediately afterward, Shirai Kuroko felt a tremendous threat.

"Onii-chan!? Who is this woman?" Kuroko asked in a tone that was definitely not friendly.

"Um... as you can see, she's a nun." I chuckled twice, trying to put Kuroko on her guard. But I failed.

"Kuroko can tell she's a nun. Kuroko asked about the relationship between this woman and Onii-chan," Kuroko pouted, expressing his dissatisfaction.

"Guest, we've just met by chance," I replied.

"Hey~ Onii-chan, you're not planning to do something bad, are you?" Kuroko asked, her face full of distrust.

"How could that be? Believe me, Hei Zi." I pretended to be very aggrieved.

"But last time too... he was flirting with that Kihara Tsurugi." Kuroko looked aggrieved.

"Alright, alright, Kuroko, be a good girl. You're practically the lady of the house, aren't you? Show some backbone. The guests are still outside. Don't keep them waiting." I thought about it, and realized Kuroko was actually quite easy to coax. So I used those words to get her to cooperate.

Kuroko was still somewhat unwilling, but she let go of me and then gave way.

"My sister is weak, please excuse her," I explained to Osora (in Italian). Come to think of it, her Japanese is probably not bad. She most likely overheard what I said earlier. But I wasn't afraid. After all, Kuroko called me "Onii-chan" instead of "Darling" or anything else.

"It's nothing. Your younger sister is so innocent and adorable; it's quite enviable." Because I was speaking Italian, Osora habitually replied in Italian as well. This left Kuroko, who was listening nearby, completely bewildered.

"...It doesn't seem to be Latin. Could she be a Jerusalemite like Onii-chan?" Kuroko began to analyze quickly: "Onii-chan said she's a guest...hmm, someone from another country. Russian? But it doesn't sound like Russian. Damn it, why did Europe have to be divided into so many countries?!"

Hei Zi is still angry over there. Osora has already entered the house, seemingly quite satisfied with the villa. I nodded in agreement. After receiving my permission, she sat down on the sofa, continuing to curiously examine the living room furnishings.

"So, Heizi, is there anything we can eat?" I asked Heizi.

Kuroko didn't seem to be in a very high mood: "Kuroko came to sleep after having dinner."

...So you just use this place as a bedroom?

"Of course, Kuroko always sleeps in Onii-chan's room. Because the sheets and pillows still smell of Onii-chan." Kuroko tilted her head up. Did she want me to praise her?