Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

"Okay, so be it."

Without exchanging any pleasantries, Makoto Haramura hung up the phone, shook his head at the bustling traffic, and then left.

……

Arles, France. This is a city located in southeastern France with a population of around 9, or nearly 16 including the suburbs, making it a medium-sized city.

In France, Arles is a market for fruits, vegetables, and wine, and has industries such as food, chemicals, metallurgy, precision machinery, textiles, and paper. The city also has palaces and churches, and the Pont de Arles, built in the 12th century, is a well-known tourist attraction, making tourism quite developed.

Normally, there would be quite a few people on the streets at this time.

However, amidst the various riots and demonstrations sweeping across the world, this city also seems to have become a victim. People are afraid of being affected by the riots, so they seem to have all stayed at home, leaving the streets almost deserted.

In this situation, a young girl was walking slowly down the street.

She was a very cute girl with striking double eyelids and shoulder-length black hair, who was probably around seventeen or eighteen years old.

The girl was wearing a pink round-neck women's vest and knee-length shorts. She looked thin and slender, but her figure was quite good, making her top look bulging and clearly hiding a very impressive bust size.

Despite being such a cute girl, her presence wasn't very noticeable.

If she were walking on a busy street, she could probably blend into the crowd without any problems and become just an ordinary girl in this world.

However, considering the circumstances, walking on the main street where a massacre could happen at any moment, the girl's courage is quite remarkable.

In reality, although the girl's appearance was very delicate, which made people feel a sense of protectiveness, her expression and eyes showed no trace of timidity.

The girl walked here, holding a notebook and a pen, seemingly taking notes.

"On October 10th, the investigation into A** Weng continued. We first surveyed the city's geomorphology and found that the flow of power was sometimes stable and sometimes chaotic, showing obvious abnormal changes."

The girl spoke softly as she made her final record for the day.

"Ultimately, we collectively decided to continue the investigation until the designated support arrived, at which point we would begin obstructing the C document."

After completing the record, the girl wrote down her affiliation and name as the recorder. "Amakusa-style Cross Religion, Gowa." The record ends here.

"call……"

The girl named Itsuki closed the notebook, carefully putting it away while looking around.

Meanwhile, over France.

A soft electronic voice came from the cabin loudspeakers.

Makoto Haramura raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze towards Touma Kamijou filled with a hint of pity.

"Junior, this is for you."

The man with the yellow, spiky hair rummaged around in the back seat and pulled out a backpack, handing it to Makoto Haramura.

"I don't use this kind of thing."

"It's worth you."

"this is nothing."

During this casual conversation, Touma Kamijou, who was sitting next to the two men, was forcibly equipped and taken to the door of the airplane cabin by the yellow-haired man without understanding the situation.

next second

"Paji."

With the sound of machinery starting up, the cabin doors were opened.

"call--!"

A strong gust of wind rushed into the cabin, and everyone's hair stood on end.

"What...what do you want to do..."

Startled awake by the strong wind, Touma Kamijou looked at the sky outside, then at his mischievous friend behind him. In an instant, as if he had guessed something, his face turned pale.

In response, both Makoto Haramura and the yellow-haired hedgehog gave Touma Kamijou a bright smile.

"Good luck!"

The words fell...

"What a disaster!"

Screams echoed through the sky.

Chapter 352 Five Harmonies

There are many eye-catching sights in A**weng Village.

Among them, the city wall is the most conspicuous place.

The city wall here is a complete circle, nearly 5000 meters long, built of large square stones, making it both sturdy and heavy. The battlements, towers, and gates are also intact, exuding an indescribable sense of history.

These city walls were built in the 14th century and were rebuilt in the 19th century. The traces of rain erosion can still be faintly seen on them, showing their vicissitudes.

In A** Weng Li, the streets are not very wide, but they are lined with two rows of green trees. Strolling along them, you can often hear the clinking of cups and plates coming from the restaurants and cafes along the road, giving you a sense of leisure and peace.

As for the houses in the city, they were all low-rise ancient buildings, some with false windows painted on the walls. In the past, taxes in the city were calculated based on whether a house had a piano or how many windows it had. So, some families would build fewer windows when constructing their houses in order to reduce their tax burden, and then paint false windows on the outside after the houses were built.

These are all characteristics of Ao Feng. In 1995, Ao Feng was listed as a World Cultural Heritage site by UNESCO.

But now, the leisurely and peaceful atmosphere of life is gone; all that remains is the unease and heaviness left behind by the riots.

This made the girl named Itsuki sigh.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Just as the girl was sighing, a faint scream broke her reverie high in the sky.

Such a sound would probably be drowned out by the noise of the street under normal circumstances.

There's no noise now. If you have exceptional hearing, you can hear the sound clearly even if it's high in the air, a long distance from the ground.

And so, Wu and Yinhe vaguely saw it.

I saw an airplane flash by high in the sky, and a black dot fall from the sky.

The black dot then transformed into three black dots, with one black dot separating from the other two.

Two more black dots opened their parachutes in the air, while the other one was falling in freefall.

"That can't be it?"

Wuhe seemed to have suddenly thought of something.

Calculating the approximate landing point in his mind, he slammed his toes into the ground and shot forward.

……

"What a misfortune, what a misfortune..."

At an altitude of about three thousand meters, the spiky-haired man stretched out his limbs, tears and saliva streaming down his face as he complained pitifully.

The wind lashed his face, and the feeling of weightlessness from head to toe even made his bladder feel full of urine.

"I think your parachute is pretty good, senior."

"At least they know how to open the parachute."

At some point, Makoto Haramura arrived beside the spiky-haired man at the same rate of descent.

His face was full of schadenfreude.

To be honest, his personality is quite similar to Misaki Shokuhou's in some ways.

At least at this moment, he was quite happy to see the joke.

"I know how to fly, but I have absolutely no idea how to land...!"

The wind kept blowing into Touma Kamijou's mouth, making his tearful words indistinct.

This could be considered a coincidence.

After receiving his call, Steele immediately arranged the matter.

The very next day, he arrived at the airport to wait.

What awaited him were his senior classmates, Kamijou Touma and Tsuchimikado Motoharu, whom he was somewhat familiar with.

This man was probably tricked by Aleister or the Anglican Church again because of his physical condition.

However, it has nothing to do with him.

"Need any help, senior?"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Kamijou Touma immediately nodded his head like a rattle-drum.

"Please save Mr. Kamijou! Mr. Kamijou is about to... ugh... wow..."

As Touma Kamijou struggled, Makoto Haramura's hand pressed directly onto Touma Kamijou's lower back.

The next second, the two people who were in mid-air disappeared completely.

then.

"Snapped……"

It was as if a huge rock had crashed into the water, sending water splashing high into the air. The enormous parachute looked like a large floral cloth lying across the water.

The gravel also fell from mid-air, hitting the ground with a crisp sound.

"Is this the old man, Ah**?"

Makoto Haramura stood on a bridge, looking around. Beneath his feet, the bridge surface was already cracked and split from the powerful impact.

Makoto Haramura stood in the crater, his gaze drifting toward the parachute.

"Kamijou-senpai, how are you? Are you alright?"

"Pfft...I...pfft...I'm...okay..."

Struggling to free himself from under the parachute, Touma Kamijou was completely soaked, looking like a drowned rat, submerged from head to toe in water.

Fortunately, Touma Kamijou managed to land safely.

"Hmm, so you're the one responsible for greeting us?"

Makoto Haramura's gaze fell directly on the girl with short purple hair who had just arrived, panting heavily.

The place where he and Touma Kamijou landed wasn't exactly remote.

There were many people around, but among all the people present, the only human with magical powers was this girl who had just arrived.

It was absolutely impossible for the British Puritans to find an ordinary person.

Therefore, it's easy to guess.

"Yes."

The girl quickly ran towards Makoto Haramura, and for a moment, Makoto Haramura's eye twitched slightly.

For no other reason than that the girl's full breasts bounced energetically as she ran.

For healthy men, this scene is quite pleasing to the eye.

The girl, unaware of all this, suddenly had her eyes light up when she saw Makoto Haramura.

"Tsk!"

Makoto Haramura sighed softly.

He felt once again the malice the world held towards Misaka Mikoto and her little sidekick.

He seemed to have never seen a girl in this world, at this age, who was just as level as them and didn't need a bra.

"Eh?"

Just as Haramura Makoto sighed, the girl stopped in front of him, looking somewhat reserved.

"Um... excuse me, are you... Lord Haramura?"

The girl's voice sounded somewhat hesitant.

She heard the man in front of her click his tongue very clearly just now.

Although he said he didn't know what he had done wrong, the man seemed a little dissatisfied.