Free Right Arm of the Saint by Gakuto Mikumo Page B

the sea, they suddenly heard a voice calling them to a stop.
    A lone woman stood below a faintly glowing streetlight.
    She was small with long indigo hair.
    Her eyes were a lighter shade of blue. She wore a one-piece cape coat over her body, but she didn’t seem to be wearing anything under it whatsoever. She was barefoot.
    “Hey, whoa? Fishin’ for men in a place like this?”
    “Tch…another kid, ain’t it?”
    As the faces of the two men met, they spoke loosely with lewd expressions. As the girl seemed to beckon them, they staggered closer because of her oddly beautiful appearance.
    She had almost transparent white skin and big eyes. Her face was perfectly symmetrical.
    Somehow, her presence was faint for a living being. The girl seemed fairylike.
    “You sayin’ that knowin’ we’re Freaks, little girl?”
    “You ain’t gettin’ off with a few laughs for gettin’ our attention in a place like this. We’re in a real bad mood today, especially toward little girls.”
    The men spoke as they approached, seemingly hemming the girl in from the left and right. They were both around twenty years of age. They both had brown hair and wore black gigolo-style suits, with an air of roughness floating around them.
    One of the men bared his fangs, revealing his true nature as a demon. He was a D-type vampire. Surely he was being assaulted by vampiric impulses from a series of sexual arousal.
    The other individual violently ripped off an armband from his own right arm.
    Now there was nothing to restrain his demonic powers. As he pulled off and tossed away his upper garments, his musculature swelled up as a brown-colored mane rose over his spine. It was a beast man’s transformation.
    “This might get just a bit scary for ya, but don’t take it personally.”
    “If yer gonna hate, hate the brat who picked a fight with us yesterday!”
    The men glared at the girl with angry, excited looks. However, the girl’s expression did not change. She somehow seemed sad as she looked up at the two men, as if her eyes swayed from pity. Then—
    “—A district without night where demons strut about in plain sight…Truly this island is a cursed, forsaken city.”
    A gentle voice spoke sadly from behind the two demons.
    In surprise, they turned around to face the odd presence that had appeared without any warning.
    Standing in the shade below one of the trees along the roadside was a man dressed in what seemed to be the robes of a priest.
    He was a blond foreigner with a short-cropped military-style haircut.
    He had a metal monocle buried in his left eye socket like an eyepatch.
    He had to be over a hundred and ninety centimeters tall. His age was forty years, give or take, but based on his broad, powerful shoulders, it did not seem he had weakened any with age.
    In addition to his imposing physique, he was wearing some kind of metal armor under his vestment. It was some kind of armored augmentation suit used by heavy infantry in the military. It gave off an overbearing feeling.
    The man’s right hand gripped a metal bardiche, a battle-axe with a giant blade. It had to be rather heavy, but the man easily carried it with one hand.
    “Who the hell are you, an Attack Mage?”
    The vampire man asked with bloodlust in his tone.
    “If you were watchin’, you get it, then. Just now, she invited us. You got no right to butt in on this. So stay out of it and get lost!”
    The beast man also spoke, his voice husky and hard to understand.
    The man in the vestment looked over both demons without emotion.
    “I am well aware. However, did she not ask you to play with us?”
    As he spoke, he turned the blade of his axe toward the two demons.
    And then he tossed the baggage he had been carrying in his left hand at the two demons. The weapons piled within easily thrust through the long narrow sports bag. There was a sword, a katana, a javelin, and an axe. The bare katana blade thrust straight through the bag, piercing the ground. These weren’t