A prince from a certain American comic book

Chris continued to struggle.

If he doesn't struggle, he can only wait to die, but if he struggles even a little, then even if he dies, he will feel that he has done his best.

Ike looked down at Jerry the mouse and asked, "Where's Talking Tom?"

Jerry the mouse squeaked twice.

Ike nodded.

next second.

Ike started muttering to himself.

With a whoosh.

A strange, eerie wind suddenly appeared in the basement, and the candlelight around the magic circle began to flicker...

upstairs.

The Armitage family of three, who were walking towards the basement, suddenly froze when a gust of cold wind blew by.

The Armitage family was no stranger to the atmosphere of hell.

As a gust of cold wind swept by, Ike quickly said to Jerry the mouse, "Quick, hide invisibly."

Jerry the mouse quickly pulled out a magnifying glass.

With a loud bang.

Mr. Armitage opened the basement door and immediately saw the magic circle on the basement floor and the candles around it.

"……what?"

"What about people?"

Where is the little boy?

Lucy and Mrs. Armitage's words startled Mr. Armitage, who had been hiding in the corner. Ike had vanished without a trace.

Mr. Armitage and his family of three quickly ran downstairs.

Just then.

"Roar!"

The demon's voice emanated directly from the magic circle that had turned crimson, carrying across the sky above the small town of Caroline County.

Claire, the investigator who was being guided by Talking Tom and had arrived on the street where Armitage lived, was slightly startled when she heard the voice.

In the basement.

The Armitage family of three stared in horror at a demonic claw that seemed to have been handed out from hell. After a short while, the claw seemed to rise as if pressing a magic circle, slowly revealing its full form.

He wore a black robe, had a skull face, and held a scythe, resembling the Grim Reaper from Western mythology.

But this demon's real name should be the Scythe Demon.

The most loyal demon to Mephisto, the King of Hell, and his most capable assistant in helping Mephisto harvest souls from the human world.

The Scythe Demon's interest lies in beheading enemies and feeding on their souls; it is cruel yet full of power and wisdom.

The first thing the scythe demon saw after it emerged was its own egg in the crystal bottle.

Flames of fury rose from the empty pupils of the Scythe Demon.

Seeing his testicles reminded him of that little brat who had summoned him years ago, only to leave without any reward and instead with a mountain of humiliation.

next second.

The Scythe Demon noticed the Armitage family in front of him and even smelled his scent on the three of them.

...I want to chat with more like-minded people about "The Prince of a Certain American Comic Book"~

Chapter 027: The Dead in the Mortal World

"Give it to me..."

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion jolted the residents of Caroline County awake from their meals and sleep. Investigator Claire, who had already reached Armitage's doorstep, heard what sounded like a huge, angry roar, followed by a deafening explosion that shattered a corner of the villa.

"Meow!" Tom, who was in Claire's arms, landed with a meow and ran towards the room that had been turned from a villa into a dangerous building.

“…Wait a minute.” Claire snapped out of her daze and quickly chased after him.

The villa was already badly damaged by the aftershocks of the explosion in the basement.

The ground was cracked as if magma was gushing out.

Claire, who was cautiously following behind Talking Tom, was terrified.

Talking Tom accurately located the secret basement entrance that had been smashed open.

"Cough cough."

As soon as Claire entered, she was blinded by the thick smoke and instinctively covered her mouth and nose.

Talking Tom, however, was not afraid and jumped directly into the already smoke-filled basement.

next second.

Talking Tom's urgent meows rang out.

Claire gritted her teeth and cautiously walked down, surrounded by the rising firelight.

After that.

Claire saw a little boy who was squatting next to Talking Tom, trapped under countless wooden planks, but miraculously, he had not suffered any external injuries.

After a moment of surprise, Claire quickly ran over and swiftly removed the various wooden planks that seemed to be pressing down on Ike.

Not long after.

As Claire picked up Ike and prepared to leave, she noticed a black videotape being carried in the blue cat's mouth.

After half an hour.

Ambulances, police cars, and fire trucks from Caroline County were all on the scene.

The neighborhood where Armitage lived became as bright as day, with crowds lining both sides of the road...

Ike, still unconscious, was once again put into an ambulance, along with the blue-haired Tom cat.

Claire covered her mouth with one hand as she watched the firefighters come and go.

The sheriff of the Caroline County Sheriff's Office walked over.

The sheriff said to Claire, "Claire, it was too dangerous."

Claire snapped out of her daze, shook her head, and then said, "It was the Armitage family who kidnapped that little boy."

The sheriff nodded and said, "That seems to be the case, but the real reason still needs to be investigated."

Just then.

Another survivor was rescued by firefighters from the villa, which was already ablaze.

It was Chris, the young black man.

Chris wasn't unconscious, but his mental state seemed abnormal. As he was being carried onto the stretcher, he kept repeating the word "devil," as if he had suffered a mental breakdown.

At the same time.

A firefighter who was putting out a fire in his backyard found something unusual on the shattered ground.

The firefighter looked down.

It was a human hand bone that had lost all its flesh and blood...

The rest of the story is quite simple.

The residents of Caroline County, which was originally peaceful and quiet, suddenly watched as official vehicles from different law enforcement agencies drove into their town.

Claire, who had watched the videotape that Talking Tom had salvaged at home, couldn't sleep all night. Hearing the sirens of police cars outside, she got up, grabbed the phone, and dialed her good friend Francis, who was just starting his political career in South Carolina.

The tranquility of Caroline County was completely shattered by Claire's phone call.

But for Ike, who was still in the hospital enjoying free medical resources, he was very calm at the moment.

In fact.

Ike was attacking the hamburger in his hand, while Talking Tom was sharing milk with Jerry, who was invisible.

The ward door was pushed open.

Ike looked up at the youthful and beautiful nurse, whom everyone called Mi, and sweetly asked, "Nurse, when can I be discharged from the hospital?"

Having been in the hospital for ten days, Ike is worried about whether his follow-up plans can proceed smoothly.

Wearing a mask, Nurse Mi turned her head and glanced at Ike, who was acting cute on the hospital bed, and said indifferently, "Stay here until you remember who you are, or until the police find out your identity before you talk about being discharged."

Ekko: "..."

now.

In contrast to Ike's leisurely demeanor, a certain segment of Caroline County was engulfed in immense anger.

"Bang!" The Caroline County sheriff slammed his fist on the table angrily, addressing the FBI agent who had offered to take over the case: "This happened in Caroline County, and the Caroline County Sheriff's Department has 100% jurisdiction."

The FBI agent tapped his fingers unconsciously on the table, gave a disdainful smile, and looked up, saying, "Do you think this is still a matter for your Caroline County Sheriff's Department?"

The county police chief was slightly taken aback.

The FBI agent leaned forward and said casually, "There are already about a dozen skeletons dug out from Armitage's backyard."

The county sheriff frowned and said, "But the Armitage family is already dead."

The FBI agent nodded and said, "Yes, but this is none of my business. To put it bluntly, I'm here to steal your credit."

The county police chief was taken aback at first, then became extremely angry.

Ah shit.

Are they so great because of the FBI? Why are they so blunt?

Just as the county sheriff was about to slam his fist on the table again, the FBI agent casually tossed out a document.

The county police chief was slightly taken aback when he saw it.