Well. How are we going to get into the Kamel God State?

　I'm not too worried about smuggling itself. Because of Anko's Darkness Transference, I can transfer anywhere in the shadows that I can see. Checkpoints are nothing to worry about.

　What matters is what happens after you get into the country. If I was wandering the streets without any disguise, the first thing I would do is to say to myself, "Isn't that the second guy? And there is a lot of noise. Even in any closed religious nation, the face of an unprecedented title triple crown winner would be known to the quintessential stone.

　That said, it's too suspicious to wear a mask. It's like going around saying, "I'm a suspicious person.


"Hey, do you have one of those tattered robes?

　In the corridor of the frontier county fort, I asked a man I happened to see who looked like a soldier.

　I thought that wearing a raggedy robe and a deep hood to hide my face, I might look like a beggar or something, so I thought it would be a makeshift camouflage.

'Ha. If you don't mind my everyday stuff.
Please.

　The man was really snappy about it. I nod and he pulls out a black robe from his own inventory, tattered as a worn-out rag.

It's showing its age. This one looks good.
It's one of the pieces I wear on my reconnaissance missions. Please be of service.

　I take it and put it on. It felt pretty good.
　I turn to the man and tell him briefly, "Thank you.

　...... hmm?　This guy, speaking of which, somewhere, is .......


Thank you for that section ......!


　The man met my gaze and bowed his head with an impressed look on his face and said.

　Now I remember!　This is the scout who was taken hostage by the Kamel Priesthood!

It's a good thing the scouts use robes for disguise.

　I laugh and say, and the man silently bows his head further, sniffing and starting to shiver.
　He was saved in a situation where he obviously couldn't be saved, and I'm sure he's quite grateful. If you're this grateful, there's something pleasant about it too. Maybe helping people isn't so bad either.

　I said a few words, "See you later," put on my hood and left the fort feeling refreshed.






'Anko. You can transition in that direction while you mend your way out of sight.
"Thy will, my Lord.

　The time is 10 o'clock and the weather is clear in winter. Not great conditions for Anko, but the sunny weather also made the shadows clear and thick.

　We moved from tree to tree, tumbling from tree shadow to tree shadow.
　We crossed the basin, crossed the mountains, bypassed the grasslands, and entered the first city of the Camel Godland.
　From alleyway to alleyway, avoiding the public eye. Ignoring the checkpoint, cross the street and enter the next city.

　There was a chilling moment when I wondered if the people in the city had found out about the transition. I regretted that I should have moved on during the night if I was going to do this, but if I did, I would have to move through complete darkness with no lights or anything but inside the city, so I still wanted to avoid that if at all possible. It's because, nine times out of ten, you will not be able to move because of the lure of anko.

　We're aiming for Ordrejo, the capital of the Kamel divine state - a place called the "Holy Land" of the Kamel religion.

　It is less than half the size of Vinston, the capital of the Castal Kingdom, and in this small place, the headquarters of the Kamel Church is located. This is undoubtedly the most closed (...) place in the Kamel divinity. If the letter from Fran is really a request for help, he's probably in the Holy Land of Ordeal. The place called Ordrejo that I know is so bad that I can be sure of that.

　But one thing I don't understand. Why would a crippled player as big as Fran need to be rescued?


''Aha, my Lord is a bastard. I'm sure Anko can't handle it anymore, such as leaving it with such close body contact: ......


　has begun, it has begun, it has begun!　Operation Fascination!

　The reason why our bodies are so close to each other is because when Anko summons me after the Dark Transition, she always holds me in her arms when she summons me with the Dark Summoning, and it's never my fault. In fact, I saw with my own eyes that when Anko summons someone other than me, she makes them appear properly away from her body. Therefore, I can assure you that this is Anko's strategy.

　I thought it was about time, but it was surprisingly quick. Anko's hot breath is on my neck, and even I'm starting to feel weird.

　Each transfer and summoning has a cool time of 60 seconds. In other words, Anko shifts, summons me, waits for 60 seconds, and then repeats the process of moving.

　In other words. From now on, every time I move, I will be seduced for 60 seconds by the anko that has reached the end of its patience.

'It's ............, wait until the night.'
Alas, Your Majesty, don't say such dull things.

　Will it last until the arrival of Aldo Joe: ......?




　He didn't last long.

　Maybe the Yukari's special dinner had taken effect today, but a certain guy who should have been exhausted after 16 rounds last night was full of energy and started playing three consecutive rounds in a heavenly loop.

　I felt self-disgust at one point, wondering what the hell he was doing in the middle of the day, but it wasn't my fault. No, it was my fault for giving in to temptation. ......


"Lord, it's cold, isn't it?　Anko will keep you warm.

　...... Anko has changed after I haven't summoned her for a while. Specifically, he's become much more lenient.
　I think she's becoming less reserved. Maybe it's a good trend. I'd like to think so.

"No, it's okay. Let's just get on with it.
Well, My Lord?

　When I refused, her fluffy ears would wilt and she would look somewhat dispirited.
　It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of your time with this kind of a product.

　Maybe I missed him ...... Maybe I should spend more time with him, more time with him.


I've ...... changed my mind. We'll be doing this for a while, so stay tuned and listen to my plan.
Oh, ...... Yes, sir, as you wish!

　Anko's mood brightened as if a flower had bloomed. Her eyes remained narrow, but the corners of her mouth were noticeably higher than usual.
　And then, as I lay there, she took my upper body in her ample breasts and began to caress them lovingly.
　I slowly open my mouth, surrendering to the uncommon comfort.

'We're going to infiltrate a town called Old Joe now. Since I'm going into hiding, I want you to visit the convent at headquarters alone and make contact with a nun named Renko.
Renko, isn't it?

　The convent is basically off limits to non-affiliated men. A beggar in a ragged robe is out of the question. Or rather, if they are found wandering around the area, it's the end (...). Hence, the only way to get in touch with Renko is to ask her to do so.

Yeah. When I do, I'll need you to disguise yourself in your nun's uniform. You'll be disguised as a nun to meet Renko.
Yes, sir.

　The only time Anko exposed his face to the public was once, during the battle against Vogue. And that was only in the last tens of seconds, in the raging black flames.
　There is no way that anyone in the deepest part of the Kamel Godland, or even in the deepest part of the Ordojo, could remember Anko's face from that time completely. In addition, who would have expected a demon to be walking alone in monastic clothes?

It's not a good idea to tell people that you're here on a second mission. You don't know where the eyes are watching you.

　In the Kamel Theocracy, there is no such thing as free speech. If the eyes and ears that lurk in every corner of society decide that it is anti-clerical, they are immediately "purged". This is such a country.

What shall we say, then?
Tell me a story about the seven.
Are you calling the number seven?
Yes.

　If the sender of the letter is really Fran, and if the nun named Renko is really Fran's point of contact, then it will definitely get through.

I'll pretend to be in casual, everyday conversation and tell you a story about the number seven. If it doesn't get any response, you're out of luck. Come back.
Very well. Leave it to me.

　Extremely talented. A beautiful wolf, strong and smart enough to die, utterly awesome.


Well, let's get going then.
Yeah, let's go.



　　* * *



Hello. Is Renko-san here?
Yes. What can I do for you, Renko?
I'm Anne, I was supposed to meet with Miss Renko today.
You must be Anne. Hang on a second.

　At the reception desk of the Kamel Church headquarters and its nunnery, located in the center of the capital city of the Kamel Divinity State, Ordojo, Anko, dressed in nun's clothes, requested a meeting with Renko.

　The nun who was working at the reception desk walked over to Renko to get her confirmation. Then she tells Renko the information as it is: "Ann, the nun who had an appointment to meet with me, came to visit me," she says.
　She could only see Anko as a nun. Within the Kamel Godland, nuns have no human rights as such. That is why they let their guard down and let her talk to Renko without asking her what branch she belonged to.

'Anne, is it ......?'

　A nun named Renko was in the convent. She was a beautiful young woman with long black hair that reached her waist in a ponytail and sharp, triangular eyes.

　She received a report and had a hunch. It was one of those letters, she thought.
　But at the same time, she felt uncomfortable. If he was supposed to be living in the Kingdom of Castal and had acted after receiving the letter, it was too soon (・・・・).

'...... certainly promised. Please let her through to the visiting room.

　I have to see him, and I have to see him with my own eyes. Renko decides to pay him a visit.



　Ten minutes later. Anko and Renko meet in the visiting room.


"It's been a long time, Renko, but it's been seven months.
...... It's been a while, Anne. Have you grown a little taller again?


　Then the farce began.

　The opening words, "seven months," convinced Renko that she was the one. That she was related to him.
　Anko had also sensed that she was, too. Renko's tone of voice was not her own. She must be a nun who was hiding something - a person of purpose.

　They both recognized each other as the person they were looking for, and spent the next few moments in idle chitchat.



'It has been a pleasure to talk to you today,'
Yeah, you're welcome.

　Visiting hours are over and they are about to say goodbye.
　As Anko gets up to leave, Renko stops her.


Yes, this is for your aunt. It's a homemade amulet (...)

Oh, thank you very much. I'm sure this will make my mother feel much better.


　Concerned about my friend's mother, I handed her a talisman.

　It should not be unnatural for anyone to hear it.

　Until the end of the visit, the two of them continued to act like they were friends, until the end of the visit.






''............-......!''

　Anko left and it was a while.
　Renko couldn't stop sweating and trembling.

　During the time they were facing each other at a distance of one desk, she could hardly contain her disgust - the "difference in rank".

　From the moment she stepped into the visiting room, there was always no sign, no sound, no way to prevent it, in an instant, unilaterally, extremely cruelly, it could be twisted to death at any moment. She had the ability to feel that sobering fact.

'd*mn it!　What the hell, that thing is ......!

　The woman that the Triple Crown Second sent to visit him.
　There is a limit to the amount of abnormalities ...... and Renko looks up to the heavens.

　Simply put, that thing was a buckethead.

　She who had raised most of her [Body Technique] skills to a high level (・・・・), she was a genuine bakemono, who would be no match for a bunch of ten people.


''...... Anyway, I have to report back to you.

　To whom.
　It will be revealed at night - when everyone has gone to bed and everyone is asleep.