ーーThe ruthless skirmish, which had broken out in the Watergate City of Priestella against the Witch Cult was, at last, approaching its finale.
In the east of the city, stood a single church covered in ice, where stabbing pillars of ice, tall enough to make one raise his eyes, had been erected.
In the north of the city, the waterways flared up at once, and the incandescent stone monument roared up and crumbled down.
In the west of the city, a part of the waterway got destroyed, and the water, flowing into the underground, resulted in flooding.
In the core of the city, the nucleus of the city’s faculty, the city hall lost its foundation, and subsequently lost its shape.
The opening up of hostilities caused severe damage in various areas, and etched the menace of the existence known as the Witch Cult in the city. However, there were those who resisted and repelled away the malice, fighting a defensive battle with confined war potential, and tried to fulfill their purpose.
And, amidst the fight for the watergate city, if there was a battlefield to be named where things were not proceeding favourably, which one was it? That could perhaps, be said for this battlefield.
ーーYes. Breaking out unanticipated and unforeseen, was the face-off and battle with the Witch Cult Sin Archbishop representing 『Gluttony』, Ley Batenkaitos.
Ley: “Haha~! That, won’tdowon’tdowon’tdowon’tdowon’tdowon’tdowo~n’tdo~! What went wrong with you, what do you want to do, what are you going to do, what happened to you!?”
This place was commonly known as the 『Waterway Street』, surrounded by slender and convoluted waterways.
In the open plaza of the Waterway Street, was a single petite phantom laughing loudly and jumping about quickly and keenly.
Using his short limbs and waving about his long, dark brown hair was a young boy.
The boy, in his mid-teens, had put on only pieces of rags on his body, such that it would not be strange to confuse him with a vagrant child at sight.
However, it could not be said that it was not difficult to dismiss his outward appearance as just a trait of his, but instead, that impression carried onto his true self as well.
On top of that, the very existence of the loudly laughing boy was heterogeneous, distorted, and abominable.