Jitsu wa Ore, Saikyou deshita? ~ Tensei Chokugo wa Donzoko Sutāto, Demo Ban’nō Mahō de Gyakuten Jinsei o Jōshō-chū!

Unusually in the royal city, the fog was rolling in.

At night like this, especially young women should pay close attention and do not go out alone.

Because, yes. Lately, there has been a lot of buzz around.

--Because "he" appears.

The sound of lazy shoes echoes through the back alleys.

It seems that the "prey" has arrived.

It was her mistake to choose a dark, empty street. I'm sure it's because she wants to get back home sooner or later, but I have to say that she's too careless.

"He" was wearing a hat with his eyes deep, and the lower half of his face was covered with cloth.

He wore an unseasonably long coat and held a large knife tucked into his pocket.

"Jack the Ripper with no name," he grumbles, "I don't care who it is.

I don't care who it is.

I don't care what they look like.

You'll be able to find a lot of people who will be able to help you.

I'm sure you'll be able to find a lot of people who will be able to help you.

(But isn't ...... too cheesy?)

It only hides her breasts and crotch. Do prostitutes these days have to show off that much to get by?

With a hint of anxiety, "He (Jack) with no name" approaches at a fast pace, squeezing a knife in his pocket.

In front of you, in front of you, unapologetically.

There are no words to tell. It's his own obsession. The end of her short life is colored by my silence and her screams.

The woman stopped walking.

Immediately after that, a shiver runs down her spine as she squints her slit eyes and slightly distorts her beauty.

Bataan!

"Bubbe!

The man slumped in the middle of nowhere.

"Yikes!

The knife in his pocket stuck in his side. But only a little bit, but the man crawled on the ground.

"...... You're not doing this, what are you doing?

The shamelessly dressed woman is dumbfounded.

"Goooooooooo ......, damn ......

The man gets up with a slither.

Pointing it at her, who was not at all afraid, he took out a knife (carefully) and thrust it out (wiping away his own blood on the tip).

Hmm?　And the woman's good looks grew suspicious.

"Aren't you the one who's been showing up around here lately?

"How dare you?

I didn't want to be told by an exhibitionist chick.

It's a good thing that you're not going to be able to get away with it, but it doesn't seem like it's the right time to be silent.

It's a good thing that you're able to have a good time with them.

I'm Jack ...... the nameless slasher, Jack the Ripper.

"Huh?　Not Jack the Flasher, the unnamed exposure monster?

So how can that be?

That's funny. You don't hear a lot of talk about robberies and murders around here.

"......

The man looked away awkwardly.

The woman was right, there is no mention of robbers or murderers in this area at all.

It's been half a month since he started haunting the vicinity with murderous urges.

Conveniently, seven times, like tonight, he tried to mend and attack his lone prey by magically generating a fog.

But each time, while I was bewildered by the fact that I was falling down and failing to get the knife out of my hand, the prey all escaped.

As a result, he was mistaken for an exposure monster. ......

He was despondent.

Well, okay.

A woman comes up to you with a licking of her tongue.

I can feel this unique magic from you. I'm sure that you are my prey.

Her red eyes glowed bewitchingly.

''Hee!''

Eaten.

I'm not in the sexual sense, but in the intrinsic sense. It was right after the terrified man sat down.

"They do their evil deeds under the cover of the fog. I'm watching you for the moon, O lovers of darkness?

Of a girl, a voice said.

Who!

The woman exclaimed in spite of the familiarity of the sound.

The source of the voice - thrusting a glance above your head.

'Good!　That reaction. Who knows what was done to you? No, I'll just say it without being told.

A small shadow floating in the fog, "Whoa! I jumped up and landed on the road with a shout of "I'm not going to be able to do that!

I'm going to beat the fate of death, Immortal Char-chan, the righteous magical girl.

A girl in a frilly outfit in pink. Posing with a magical stick.

There you go, you little twerp. Well, I'll let you win this time, too.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. We will win again.

"Hmmm. ......

"Ehehe...

Lasciviousness and glamour. The contrasting smiles on each other's faces, the meaning of these two complete strangers' words is unknown.

Still, "he" has a hunch.

(Maybe I'm not getting it right.)

He had no way of knowing that there was a golden card stuck to the inside of his coat.