Mecha Start, Nuclear Bomb Tokyo

"...Ah...that, I haven't seen it before."

"That...May I ask the Ash Witch..."

"Sorry, I haven't seen it before."

ask.

Troubleshoot.

go all the way.

Wearing a three-cornered hat, the witch with long black hair continued to ask questions.

Then--

"Ah... No way. I can't find it at all."

The long black-haired witch sighed at the three people in front of her.

"I've already said it, Fran, there's no need for you to forcefully find that child. After all, that child is not a fool. He naturally knows where he can go and where he can't."

The gray-and-white long-haired woman in front of her smiled and said to Fran, the Stardust Witch in front of her.

"But...Ms. Victoria... After all, she is your daughter, right? It's better to say that you still don't care about it...It makes me feel strange."

Fran, who frowned, shook her head helplessly.

The world is now being eroded by black mist.

As witches with the highest combat power in the world, they can only gather in the Witch Unity Association to avoid the invasion of the black mist and think about solutions.

As Irena's teacher, it is only natural for Fran to care about Irena.

Rather, it would be better to say that Victoria in front of her...that is, Irena's mother actually showed an indifferent attitude.

It's too...

Should it be said that there is a connection between mother and daughter?

Irena's bad personality may have been inherited from Victoria.

"Of course I care about my daughter, but since it's my daughter, I don't think she would rush towards the black mist so foolishly, right?"

Irena's mother, Victoria, sat smiling.

Although I didn't put on the witch's robe.

But she also hung the iconic witch brooch on her chest early.

This has actually indicated that she is also a member of the witches.

and...

"Isn't there someone here who is more worried about Irena?"

Victoria Liga happily turned her head to look at the panic-stricken black-haired girl on the other side.

"Ah!!! Miss Irena! Miss Irena! Without you, how would I live without you?! What's the point of this world without Miss Irena? Woooooo—"

The black-haired girl named Saya is also a witch.

Just like its lines.

She liked Irena very much, even beyond friendship.

At this time, she didn't have the elegance and reserve of a witch.

The whole person looks like it's about to collapse.

Crying with snot and tears, wiped the witch's robe after crying, and continued to cry after wiping.

"Tsk! That's too exaggerated! Saya!"

With a 'slap', he punched Saya hard on the head.

From the other side came a blond witch.

Her name is Sheila, and she is Saya's witch teacher.

Similarly, she and the black-haired Fran are fellow apprentices.

So it can actually be understood according to the simple classification method here.

Irena's mother, Victoria, was Fran and Sheila's teacher.

Fran and Sheila are the teachers of Irena and Saya respectively.

This is a structure similar to a triangular pyramid.

And they are worrying about finding where Irena is.

but--

"I didn't find it there either, please ask a lot of witches from the Unity Association."

Sheila took a puff on the bong, and exhaled the smoke with a 'fur' sound.

"yes...?"

Hearing Sheila's words, Fran's eyebrows frowned even tighter.

Searched everywhere I could find it now.

But Irena's whereabouts could not be traced.

This can only show that Irena has either been swallowed by the black mist.

Or stay in the rear, which is safer than theirs.

If it's the latter, that's fine.

But if it's the former...

Fran was afraid to continue thinking about it.

But Fulan is also a great witch who has practiced for many years, so she will not lose her composure.

After she just frowned, she returned to her original appearance, and at the same time exhaled heavily: "How is the situation in the rear now?"

A month ago, black mist invaded.

The witches tried to attack and retreat the black mist, but failed in the end.

out of this situation.

The Magic Unity Association also recalled many wandering witches and organized them to think about countermeasures to repel the black mist.

In other words.

The place where the witches are now is on the front line against the invasion of the black mist.

The rear is a safe area for ordinary people.

"Fu..."

Sheila exhaled another puff of smoke, then shook her head: "The situation is not optimistic, the erosion of the black mist is fast, and refugees from many countries poured into the rear area at one go..."

When it comes to here.

Sheila, who has always acted boldly, couldn't help but let out a 'tsk'.

A glass of water is placed in the desert.

There will only be people fighting and fighting for it.

And the food reserves in the rear are simply not enough to accommodate so many refugees.

Many countries have closed their doors and banned refugees from entering.

Mass famine gradually spread among the population.

And what famine brings is the seed of strife.

There have been refugee wars in many places in the rear.

The situation is definitely not optimistic.

"yes...?"

Fran stroked her chin.

On the other side, Victoria put her index finger on her lips: "So...does the Magic Unity Association have any solutions to solve the black mist?"

"There is no good solution yet."

Sheila rubbed the center of her brows: "Neither offensive magic nor defensive magic can stop the erosion of the black mist. Only time-type magic can slightly slow down the speed of the black mist."

The witches of this world are not fools.

Of course, they also tried to solve the problem of black mist.

But unfortunately it cannot be stopped at all.

Every day alone, hundreds of witches are needed to cast time slowing magic to delay the black mist's footsteps.

"This is also expected."

Victoria nodded thoughtfully.

Sheila and Fran's teacher and former member of the Magic Unity Association.

She clearly understands the abilities of the Magic Unity Association.

Removing the black mist is by no means that simple.

"As a member of the Magic Unity Association, there are some things I can't say, but..."

Sheila, who was holding a bong, tapped on the ashtray next to her, knocked the ashes of the burned tobacco into it, and continued talking.

"Some witches are already planning to give up and flee from the front line."

"Varied...?"

Fran's narrowed eyes slowly opened after hearing these words.

She glanced around and found that there were no other witches approaching in the hall, she lowered her voice: "Escape from the front line? Are you kidding me?"

"...do you think I'm joking?"