A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

Chapter 100 No One Dares to Look Up

While Tokyo, across the ocean, was already bathed in the neon lights of the night, Germany was still basking in the bright and warm sunshine of an early summer afternoon.

At Berlin Brandenburg Airport, the red-painted cabin door of the special plane slowly opened.

A tall, dark-haired man stepped out first and paused briefly at the top of the gangway.

Sunlight streamed down from in front of him, gilding his figure with a golden edge.

Even across the entire gangway, everyone could clearly feel a gaze sweeping over them, their lives hanging in the balance.

The aura of magical power emanating from Theo was already several times more oppressive than the sum of all the others present.

"Darling, they all seem to be scared of you." Tsukumo Yuki whispered from behind Theo, her tone slightly mischievous.

"Don't worry about it," Theo replied casually, continuing to descend the steps with composure.

The moment his foot touched the ground, the two rows of sorcerers bowed in unison, none daring to look him directly in the eye.

The leader of the left-hand queue—a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses and meticulously combed red hair—stood up and took a half-step forward, bowing nearly ninety degrees, trying to keep his voice steady: "Lord Theo, welcome to Europe. I am Cripper, the monarch of the Preservation School, and on behalf of the European Magical Federation, I have received you with the highest honors on the personal instructions of His Holiness the Pope."

Theo glanced at him: "I thought your side would at least arrange for someone of equal standing to handle the liaison."

I broke the upper limit of a sorcerer's strength almost a year ago—your region still hasn't produced a Grandmaster sorcerer?

"Top-grade—yes, yes, we have it—"

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Cripper's forehead.

"But even after the upheaval of the world, our side only has His Holiness the Pope as a top-tier mage."

And he himself never stepped out of the Vatican.

As for Master Hermes, his whereabouts have always been a mystery, and no one has been able to contact him.

Therefore, having a delegation led by several cursed lords represents the highest level of diplomatic protocol currently in place.

"If necessary," he quickly added, his tone cautious and tentative, "we can also urgently summon more Level 1 mages on duty to accompany us—"

Theo waved his hand: "No need. My main purpose for this trip is to survey and contain high-level cursed spirits. To ensure efficiency and mobility, fewer people are actually better."

"Ah, okay, I understand." Kripper breathed a sigh of relief.

The person leading the queue on the right was a woman, wearing a well-tailored but slightly old-fashioned gray floor-length dress, with thick, cascading black hair that shone with a healthy sheen in the sunlight.

She managed to maintain her elegant demeanor, stepped forward, and bowed, her voice melodious yet equally respectful: "Lord Theo's majesty is indeed well-deserved; you truly deserve to be the strongest in the new world."

"I am Judith, the sovereign of the Illusion School. The venue is ready; please follow us."

Since all their luggage was stored in the feather fan space that "transformed into a giant tengu", Theo and Yuki didn't even need to arrange for their companions to stay at a hotel first, and could go directly to the scheduled meeting venue.

"In addition, we hope that during your visit to Europe, you will be accompanied by a designated person from our side so that we can provide you with the necessary assistance and guidance at any time," Judith added—this was actually "surveillance" disguised as diplomatic language.

Then, she raised her hand to signal the neat rows of people on both sides.

"You can choose from the people present."

Theo raised an eyebrow noncommittally.

The answer is obvious at a glance.

The vast majority of these forty-odd people were of average appearance and had mediocre demeanor; some were even quite ugly. They were clearly just ordinary members temporarily added to the group to fill the seats.

Only at the very end of the procession, near the vehicles, stood a young girl dressed in a classic black and white maid outfit, standing quietly.

Not only is she exquisitely beautiful, but she also possesses a unique charm that sets her apart from her surroundings, making her stand out from the crowd.

This so-called choice is essentially a multiple-choice question in form, but a single-choice question in reality.

No wonder he was able to sit on the throne; he was well-versed in the intricacies of politics.

Without any surprise or hesitation, Theo raised his hand and pointed clearly and unambiguously at the girl dressed as a maid.

"Then let's go with her."

Just then, a flat, monotone voice, like a synthesized electronic voice, came from the girl's mouth: "I'm very unhappy to serve you."

Theo looked in the direction of the sound, his gaze returning to her.

She was a mixed-race girl with black hair, dressed in a standard French maid outfit, with a skirt that reached her knees and a very crisp white apron, possibly lined with thin steel wire to maintain its shape.

She wore a few small silver studs on her ears, and had a light-colored beauty mark under the corner of her left eye. Her face was exquisite but expressionless, like a finely crafted doll.

"Aileen!" Judith quickly whispered a reminder, her tone a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment, "You misspoke!"

The girl blinked and stepped forward, still expressionless, and changed her words: "Excuse me, it's a pleasure to serve you."

"————" Tsukumo Yuki couldn't help but chuckle. "What a unique little girl. She looks like she's still a minor, but is she already a Level 1 mage?"

"Yes. Ellen, the adopted daughter of Albert, the monarch of the Evolution School, is the youngest female member in the Federation's official history to be promoted to a Level 1 Sorcerer."

As Judith introduced herself, a hint of undisguised pride flashed across her face, yet a subtle, indescribable emotion lingered beneath.

"Her talent is extremely rare."

Theo's gaze lingered on the girl for a few more moments.

Those eyes showed no emotion whatsoever; they were not indifferent, arrogant, or numb, but rather blank.

Like a real doll, it merely reflects the light of external objects.

He didn't say anything more, only nodded slightly.

Inside the luxury car heading to the venue, Ailian sat in the driver's seat, steadily steering the wheel.

In the back row, Tsukumo Yuki and Theo sat side by side, flipping through the dozens of pages of background information and draft agenda for the meeting prepared in advance by the European Magical Federation.

Ailian, looking straight ahead, broke the silence in the car. She spoke in a measured tone, as if announcing a notice: "Lord Theo, there is something the Federation would like to know your initial intentions before the formal meeting begins."

"Speak freely." Theo didn't even raise his head, his gaze still fixed on the terms of the document in his hand.

"Besides the core issue of the export trade of cursed spirits in this meeting, there are also some freelance spellcasters from the European side who hope to go to Japan for long-term academic exchanges" or apply for labor dispatch.

The Federation does not, in principle, prevent individuals from entering or leaving the country at their own discretion. However, matters involving long-term transnational settlement, cooperation in behavioral supervision, and the handling and liability determination of potential unforeseen events require additional administrative coordination and resource investment.

Therefore, we hope that you can negotiate with us and reasonably share the resulting management and security costs.

What is your opinion?

Ailian fluently and completely repeated all the instructions conveyed by her superiors.

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