Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

Although he was born in Fuyuki, he spent a long time in the other world of "Britain," where his values ​​were formed.

According to my memory, this island called Japan was a peaceful country.

Then, the existence of public welfare facilities like children's welfare homes indicates that a stable order has been established here.

Incidentally, while the nobles and lords of the Fairy Kingdom do adopt children, it is only to train them as cannon fodder for war.

"A world without disasters or wars, a peaceful and tranquil Fuyuki City, how wonderful..."

Shirou's emotion didn't last long; he immediately thought of a practical problem.

"Does that mean I have no use for my skills anymore?!"

Shirou Amamiya was once obsessed with honing his fighting skills.

On Fairy Island, nothing is trustworthy.

Parents, children, lovers, friends... anything beautiful and noble can betray you, but power will not.

Body and spirit, magic and swordsmanship—

The power that Shirou Amamiya possessed was the reason he ultimately became the King of Britain.

But that power that was once a source of pride seems to have become something unnecessary in peaceful Fuyuki.

"How am I going to make a living from now on? Where can I find a job that suits me... Ah, I've found it."

Looking at the Chinese restaurant signs on the street, Shirou fell into deep thought.

Just as he was considering whether or not to apply for a chef's job—

"Get out! Vampire! Don't play around here!"

The sound of children shouting could be heard.

Shirou was very familiar with this jarring noise; he had experienced it countless times in Britain—it was bullying.

The fairies of Britain love to bully.

They bully the weak and exclude those who are different from them, taking pleasure in oppressing the vulnerable.

Shirou couldn't understand, but Morgan said that this was simply the nature of fairies.

Fairies are such innocent and pure creatures, innocently enjoying good and flawlessly enjoying evil.

"..."

Turning my head, I saw several children in the park throwing stones at another child who was squatting on the ground.

"Ah, I see," Shirou said, a smile playing on his lips.

Human children are indeed very similar to fairies.

Speaking of which, didn't they just say "vampire"?

This word made Shirou frown.

There are vampires on Fairy Island too.

To be precise, they are vampire fairies, who occupy the lowest rung of the fairy social hierarchy.

After all, humans there are like livestock raised by fairies, and fairies who drink the blood of livestock are naturally regarded as unclean and filthy beings.

Are vampires also discriminated against in this world?

"—Bang."

Shirou raised his arm, his small hand catching the stone that was thrown at the bullied person.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

The bullying ringleader shouted angrily.

"Get out of here, you idiot! Do you think you're some kind of champion of justice?"

"A partner of justice? I don't have such lofty ambitions."

The serious answer left the children speechless.

Shirou Amamiya is not a partner of justice; if one had to say, he should be considered a partner of the savior.

Although in this world, "savior" seems to be a word that can be categorized with "justice".

However, on Fairy Island, the concept of "savior" is almost synonymous with "evil".

Ash, the savior—that is, Morgan—was a very meddlesome person.

They always appear before the weak and tormented fairies, helping them... through violent means.

Then, during their journey together, Shirou encountered a vampire fairy.

When she met Bawanshi, she was being bullied by other fairies.

The way he crouched on the ground, covering his head, being pelted with stones by the fairies, was exactly the same as the little devil next to him.

The scene before him overlapped with his past memories, and Shirou instinctively took action.

Are you going to stand up for him?

The children walked angrily toward them.

"I've never seen you before, get out of my way!"

"This guy lives in a haunted house!"

The bullying kid, hands on his hips, shouted: "Yeah, his grandpa's a vampire—ah!"

The stone Shirou threw grazed his cheek and flew past, creating a gust of wind in the park.

"Why…………"

The children, who had been jumping around just moments before, were all dumbfounded.

Office workers and high school students passing by stopped in their tracks, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Was that just now... a mistake in my eyes...?"

The world record for baseball speed is close to 170 km/h, which is common knowledge in Japan.

However, the stone that the red-haired boy just threw was clearly far beyond that level.

Like a shooting star, it streaked across the park and finally disappeared into the horizon.

If it hits someone on the head, it might explode and scatter like in a Hollywood movie.

On the other side, Shirou threw the stone with the effect of a cannonball, but he seemed completely unconcerned.

"------"

The child who led the bullying trembled all over.

As dusk fell, the red-haired boy stared directly at him.

That was a cold gaze capable of piercing through a human body.

Like a pair of inorganic amber-colored glass, they froze the surrounding air.

How many hells must one have witnessed to possess such eyes?

Even a 10-year-old boy, oblivious to the dangers of the world, was trembling at this moment, with a growing wet patch appearing in his crotch.

He will spend the next few decades healing from the fear he felt in that moment.

"That was just a greeting..."

Shirou bent down to pick up another stone, tossing it repeatedly into the air while speaking expressionlessly.

"I won't miss next time."

"Wa ...

The children scattered and fled in all directions, shouting as they went.

"Ugh... Kids born in peacetime, it's unbearable."

Shirou Amamiya has no obsession with "justice" and doesn't care whether he's called a "partner of justice" or something else—he just doesn't like things he doesn't like.

He turned and looked at the child who was squatting on the ground, covering his head.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Woo...Woo..."

The bullied child nodded with a sob in his voice, then looked up.

After taking a closer look at his appearance, Shirou couldn't help but frown: This is clearly an ordinary human, not some kind of vampire.

"Hey kid, what's your name?" Shirou asked.

The boy, whose hair resembled purple wakame seaweed, answered with a frightened expression, "Shin... Shinji, my name is Matou Shinji."

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Volume 1, Chapter 3: The Matou Residence

The boy's name is Shinji Matou.

A local from Fuyuki, he is 7 years old this year, just like Shirou.

The city of Fuyuki, where they live, can be divided into two areas based on its urban design.

This area is called Fukayama-cho, a historic neighborhood for working-class people.

Separated by a river, the other urban area is Xindu, which is under development and developing rapidly.

The Matou family mansion is located in the mountains of Fukayama-cho.

It is said to be quite famous in Fuyuki, a luxurious Western-style mansion that stands out from the old streets.

Even during the day, it exudes a creepy atmosphere, and inside it is pitch black.

Over time, various unpleasant rumors began to circulate in the neighborhood.

At night, the sound of insects crawling on the ground could be heard around the mansion.

The mansion is inhabited by vampires and the like from abroad.

"So, are you a vampire?"

Shirou stood on the climbing frame in the park, gazing at the sun sinking below the city horizon and asked.

"!"

Shinji Matou's eyes widened, he quickly shook his head, then lowered his gaze and spoke with great lack of confidence.

"No...maybe."

Shirou raised an eyebrow and said, "Why are you so insecure?"

“I don’t know either…” Matou Shinji muttered to himself.

"There seems to be some complicated family situation," Shirou thought to himself.

Do vampires really exist?

"do not know."

Are there fairies?

"Huh? A fairy? I...I don't know."

Are there any public restrooms nearby?

"do not know."

"Why don't you know anything?"

"Ugh... I just don't know."

Shinji Matou felt like he was about to cry.

To passersby, it looked as if the red-haired boy was bullying the purple-haired boy.

"Hey."