115 Hyacinth

Even while driving through the city, countless vehicles charged at him like trucks. But the bike Ian rode casually ignored the moon-drunk suicide squads. Sometimes it raced along their sides or across their roofs, and sometimes it performed acrobatic maneuvers, breezing past every situation that should have caused an accident.

It was all thanks to the Great Mother's magic functioning properly. Even now that she was dead, the magic still worked normally.

It was a strange thing, considering that most magic disappears the moment the mage dies. Perhaps it was because her magic was closer to a demon's than to her own.

“Even in death, you're still helping out.”

Ian gave a bitter smile and stroked the bike's surface. The lump of metal, nothing more than a simple weapon, naturally couldn't answer his muttering.

The sky was bright.

But the source of that light was not the sun, but the moon.

By now the full moon had grown so huge it nearly covered the sky, and it had become more than just a matter of staring at it or not. A shattered mirror scattered across the ground reflected the moon in its entirety. Even if you lowered your head, it was impossible not to stare at the moon.

Those too were Mysteries. A bizarre phenomenon called the Broken Mirror Effect. Normally it increases the crime rate in the area where it appears, but now it was simply reflecting the moon.

“……Ugh.”...