In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

This way, you can both avoid offending that dangerous Grand Magician and solve the problem.

Of course, not all magicians are such obedient and docile characters; many of them are probably given missions or are pursuing their own hopes.

This is where her extraordinary abilities came in handy.

She is very capable and has no need to fear the desperate actions of other magicians.

Of course, it's always a good thing to be able to dissuade some people.

Bazett had thought it through. If they had to fight, she would first ask about the other person's background. If they were related to Aozaki Touko or other students or magicians, she would eliminate them and then send them back to their respective teachers in London.

If the other party is indeed a terrorist, then they can be sent directly to the Department of Law and Politics; it's a one-step solution.

"So, the first thing we need to solve is the problem of accommodation and food?"

Bazett touched his wallet.

Although in theory her mission should have been a business trip, and the association should have reimbursed her expenses, that's just in theory. You have to know that magicians can be incredibly inhumane.

In addition, London is currently undergoing reforms. After the great war with the Dead Apostles, a lot of things need to be repaired, and the Atlas Academy has prepared a large number of major projects waiting to be funded. Whether it is the aristocratic faction or the populist faction, they are all extremely poor now. Only those families and schools with extra income can live comfortably.

So if those at the top are suffering so much, then those below naturally won't be having an easy time either.

Therefore, wages and rewards are no longer paid in cash, but are instead paid in magical materials, which is why Bazett had to pay for his business trip out of his own pocket.

However, considering that Bazett's battles are comparable to demolitions, causing the Legal and Political Department to suffer heavy losses time and time again, the Legal and Political Department's actions are not so difficult to understand.

Fortunately, she has saved up a lot of money over the years.

One business trip to the Far East is enough.

Let's find a place to stay now.

"Ok?"

She had just thought of this when someone started holding up a sign and promoting their hotel.

"This is……"

As the flyers were handed to him, Bazett sensed danger.

She had seen this situation many times.

This is a common tactic used in airports to attract tourists from other places to spend money.

Don't just look at the cheap price tag; the actual prices inside are ridiculously high.

This is a common way to rip off customers, and she wouldn't fall for it.

She, Bazette, is no lamb to the slaughter.

"Sorry, no need."

Thinking this through, Bazett immediately pulled his suitcase away from the group after refusing.

However, just as she was about to take a taxi to Fuyuki City to consider it further...

Sudden……

Cries for help came from the street next to her.

"Help! Someone help me..."

"Ok?"

As the designated agent of the seal, Bazett's senses are quite sharp, especially in situations like cries for help.

She turned around following the sound, and when she turned around, she saw an old man in a gray cloth shirt curled up on the sidewalk on the road she had been walking on. His cane had rolled half a meter away, and he was still tightly clutching half a bag of unopened steamed buns. He looked very pitiful.

Bazett felt a pang of pity upon seeing this.

Although she was also a magician, she was still somewhat of an outcast compared to her inhuman colleagues.

Although she doesn't actively do good deeds or bad things, she will still help out if it's something she can do easily without delaying her mission.

Seeing that the taxi he was looking for hadn't arrived yet, Bazett didn't think much of it. He ran over, squatted down, carefully took the old man's arm, and asked, "Sir, are you alright?"

Just as her fingers touched the old man's body, intending to check for fractures, Bazett felt something was wrong. The instant she touched his arm, he suddenly grabbed her wrist with a force unlike that of someone who had just fallen.

"It's you! You bumped into me while walking!"

"what?!"

Bazett looked terrified.

The next moment, the old man's voice suddenly rose, hoarse, each word sounding like it was coated with sand, "I was walking along the road, and you came from behind, so you knocked me down! Are you still trying to deny it?!"

"what?"

In an instant, Bazett's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

Is this a staged accident scam?

"I--"

"Help! Help! Someone is bullying an elderly person here!!"

She was about to say something more, but the old man's voice became even sharper, echoing across the entire street as if it had been amplified.

In an instant, the surrounding pedestrians seemed to receive some kind of signal, and they flocked to surround Bazette, constantly criticizing her and supporting the old woman.

At that moment, Bazett felt the darkness emanating from humanity.

At this moment, in this situation, she knew perfectly well that she was being framed.

This is a terrifying thing that often happens in various tourist places. Once you get entangled with someone, you will become a sucker and be swindled out of a lot of money.

Thinking about the wallet he had worked so hard to build up, Bazett was immediately terrified.

No, absolutely not! That kind of thing must not happen.

"Don't talk nonsense! I didn't touch you!" Bazett's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he looked at the old man with a serious expression, saying, "I'm warning you, you old liar, you will never get a single penny out of me!"

"You're lying! You're the one who touched me! You say you didn't touch me, so what proof do you have?!"

The old man immediately turned the tables and accused the old man again.

"That's right! If you didn't hit him, why did you help him up?!"

The others also began to loudly echo their sentiments.

"prove……"

Bazett's eyes widened upon hearing this. She looked at the other pedestrians around her, hoping they could help her escape this self-incriminating trap. However, the people at the scene seemed to have been prepared in advance, and without exception, they all gave the same testimony, saying that she was the one who hit her.

At that moment, Bazett knew he had encountered a gang committing the crime.

"I...I'm not okay!"

She was about to say something more when she suddenly saw two furtive thieves pick up her suitcase, which she had left by the roadside, and run away.

"Get away!"

So Bazett, no longer willing to linger with these people, suddenly increased his strength and flung the old man's arm away, trying to retrieve his luggage.

But along with...

"oops!"

A deliberately shrill scream rang out, and the old man she had thrown aside suddenly fell to the ground in an extremely exaggerated manner, shouting as he did so.

"This is bullying! This is bullying an old person! Is there no justice left?"

As he spoke, he held onto Bazette's leg tightly, not letting her leave even a step.

At that moment, even the people around them took out their phones and recorded what had just happened.

For a moment, Bazett was speechless.

Looking at the guy clinging to her leg, she thought it over and over again, but she couldn't take it anymore.

"You damn liars!!"

then--

About ten minutes later.

"Name, age, place of origin".

Inside the detention center on the street, a bowl of fragrant pork chop rice was placed in front of Bazett.

At this moment, Bazett looked at everything happening in front of him with a bewildered expression, and then suddenly stood up in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? I'm the victim of this staged accident, and I've lost all my luggage!"

She turned to the person interrogating her.

"That's what they say... but you really did beat up all twenty-odd people in the room, didn't you?"

The police officer was also taken aback by her imposing manner. "You're very impulsive, young man."

"That's because they committed the crime as a group!" Bazett still protested. "You can check the surveillance footage!"

“Um… I’ve already reviewed the surveillance footage, and the other party has been questioned. It turns out that the elderly person did fall on their own, but the other party has Alzheimer’s disease and may have misremembered. The others may have acted out of concern for the elderly person. But no matter how you look at it, you’re the one who hit someone, right? And you caused so many people to be hospitalized.”

"Oh...is that so?"

This time, it was Bazett's turn to lose his composure once again.

"Yes, although they are hateful if what you say is true, you were also wrong to take action on your own."

The police officer said helplessly, "So why didn't you call the police? Isn't there a police station nearby?"

"what……"

At that moment, Bazett's brain went blank.

Yeah, why didn't she call the police? Wouldn't the truth come out if the police just checked the surveillance footage?

The reason is actually quite simple: as the designated agent of the seal, Bazett's role in the magical world is similar to that of a police officer in the secular world.

So when faced with this situation, Bazett's first thought was to resolve it herself, rather than find someone to resolve it. As a result, on her very first day in the Far East, she created this terrible situation—foreign tourists coming to the Far East and beating up nearly a hundred elderly people.

Thinking back to his impulsiveness at that time, and how many people took photos, Bazett could foresee how things would turn out.

"While we understand your difficulties, we are simply handling this as a business."

Seeing Bazett's expression, the police officer continued, "In short, that's the situation now. Given how things have developed, as a police officer, I can't say who's right and who's wrong. However, for your own good, and to prevent further harassment, we've decided to detain you temporarily for a few days, and then..."