Manager, give me a membership card too!

The piercing gazes from all around were like sharp knives, stabbing deep into the burly man's heart and slowly dispelling the fear he felt from Rorschach. Looking up at the undisguised contempt on the faces of his teammates, the proud man lowered his head in shame. With a fierce resolve, he brought his raised right foot down with a slam, as if he intended to break the soldier's arm on the spot.

"Aa ...

The next second, a piercing wail echoed through the sealed-off area. The pain and despair in the sound moved everyone who heard it. However, the one who screamed was not the rapid reactionary soldier who had fallen into a deep coma, but the burly man who had tried to break his arm.

Seeing the man lying on the ground with a ferocious expression, clutching his thick, twisted leg at a ninety-degree angle and screaming in agony, all the Flame Haze warriors around him subconsciously swallowed hard and looked at Rorschach, who was still standing quietly in the distance.

“With your intent to attack law enforcement officers, I have the right to disarm and arrest you in accordance with the law. I hope you still have the strength to defend yourself in court.” Rorschach calmly declared to the burly man who was still struggling and screaming in place, then turned his gaze to the blond man in the suit in front of him.

“‘Body Shaper’ Anast Freda, I hereby declare to you, on the basis of the rights granted to me by the 191 member states of the United Nations, that you have been arrested on charges of assaulting law enforcement officers, unlawful assembly, disorderly conduct, unwarranted damage to the property and lives of civilians, and contempt for human rights. You have the right to remain silent until you are tried according to law. I hope you will not do anything irrational. This is my final advice to you.”

Looking at Rorschach, who calmly declared his 'crime' before him, Anastasia suddenly clutched her stomach and burst into laughter. Her laughter was so unrestrained, so wild, as if she were watching a ridiculous clown performing the most grotesque comedy before her.

"Trial? Hahahaha, arrest? Ahahahaha, advice? What nonsense are you spouting, Crimson World Demon King?"

Arnest Freda straightened his suit, which was slightly wrinkled from the exertion, and barely managed to suppress his laughter. He coughed lightly, a hint of mockery creeping onto his lingering smile.

"I admit, you, the Crimson World Demon Lord, do possess some strength. However, do you really believe that you alone can defeat all of us?"

Pointing to the large group of Flame Haze warriors behind him, Anast Freda's tone carried a hint of threat.

"I don't know what the Humanity Survival Guarantee Organization, Phineas Chaldea, is, nor do I care about the United Nations. I only know one thing: as a Crimson Lord, you have no right to judge me, who has made outstanding contributions and sacrifices for humanity and for this world."

"You have no right to declare me guilty! No one in this world can judge us Flame Haze! Because humanity owes us this!"

"Oh, really?" Looking at Anast Freda, who stood before him with an air of righteous indignation as if he were proclaiming some kind of truth, Rorschach raised his right hand, and a dazzling flame ignited in his palm.

"And what about 'He'? Does He have the right to judge you Flame Haze warriors?"

As the flame in his palm slowly died down, a golden pendant with a soft luster appeared in Luo Xia's hand, which he gently hung around his neck.

The moment the gold pendant appeared, a slightly panicked female voice came from the rose that had been quietly resting on Anast Freda's chest.

[This aura... it's from 'God of Heavenly Punishment' Alastor?!]

"What?!"

Looking incredulously at the golden pendant swaying slightly against Rorschach's chest, Anast Freda felt a sudden, ominous premonition; things seemed to be spiraling out of his control.

"It is time to make a choice, Alastor. Will you continue to waste your time in a daze, as you have for the past thousands of years, letting the Crimson Apostles fight amongst themselves, forever immersed in chaos and disorder? Or will you take on the responsibility of 'God of Divine Punishment,' and in the name of 'Heavenly Fire,' Alastor, set things right, judge injustice and evil, and let the fire of order burn once more in the Crimson World?"

"You are the rules! You are the law! You are the code and standard for the Crimson Denizens! Judgment and trial, maintaining the balance between worlds, are what you should really be doing, not spending hundreds of years mourning your dead lover, indulging in the past, and leaving the Crimson Denizens leaderless."

Looking at the silent Alastor, Rorschach's voice carried a hint of exasperation.

"Wake up, Alastor! If the previous Matilda Saint-Milou, the Flame-Haired Burning-Eyed, would have abandoned you without hesitation if she saw you now, because your cowardly appearance is not the man she was so proud of!"

Rorschach's words seemed to touch a sore spot in Alastor's heart, and raging flames continuously erupted from the artifact pendant Kkutus, burning fiercely around Rorschach.

However, these flames did not intend to harm Rorschach. Instead, after a brief transformation, they coalesced above Rorschach's head into an eye composed of flames. The fiery golden vertical pupil slowly opened, staring at the Fire Dance warriors led by Anast Freda with an emotionless gaze.

At the same time, a deep and authoritative middle-aged male voice resonated in the hearts of everyone present.

【My name is Alastor, the God of Punishment of the Crimson World. By the power of 'judgment' and 'condemnation', I hereby declare: 'Body Shaper' Anast Freda, 'Art of Manifestation' Bridget, you...】

【guilty!】

Based on the laws of the Crimson World, I hereby render judgment.

【The contract between you two is dissolved today. The Crimson Lord 'Art of Manifestation' Brigitte is to be sent back to the Crimson World immediately, while the human Anest Freda is to be judged by the administrators of the present world.】

[Execute immediately!]

As Alastor announced this, an eerie silence fell over all the Flame Haze present. Only Anast Freda, the person directly involved, let out a hysterical, unwilling roar:

"No! No! I don't admit it! Alastor, you have no right to judge us!"

Faced with the stubborn resistance of the 'Body Shaper', Alastor calmly delivered the final blow.

[Anneste Freda, the moment you became a Flame Haze, your past, present, and future were all offered to your Crimson Lord in accordance with the contract, in exchange for superhuman power. From that moment on, you were no longer a complete person, but rather the Crimson Lord's 'Manifestation Art' Brigitte's 'Personal Property,' and you have no rights of your own.]

And I, Alastor, the 'God of Divine Punishment,' possess the right to judge all those of the Crimson World. Even those of equal stature, the 'Creator God' Serpent of Ritual and the 'Guiding God' Howling of Awakening, must submit to my just judgment. Otherwise, I will exercise my power of sentencing and slay them!

【Brigid, the 'Art of Manifestation,' submit to my judgment and return to the Crimson World immediately. Otherwise, I will 'correct' your mistakes.】

“No, Brigitte, I won’t allow you to leave me! You are mine, and no one can take you away!” Clutching the rose to her chest, Anast Freda had lost all her previous elegance and composure, replaced by a desperate hysteria and madness.

Faced with her contractor's almost pleading attempt to stay, 'Art of Transformation' Brigitte made her choice after a brief silence.

I will never leave you, Freda. No one can separate us; I will always be by your side.

Having received the guarantee from the Contract Demon King, Freda's emotions calmed down a bit, and then an almost ferocious expression appeared on his face.

"All of you, charge! Kill that Crimson World Demon King! Only by killing him can we escape the judgment of the God of Heavenly Punishment. Otherwise, do you also want to be separated from your contracted Demon Kings? Think of your endless lifespans, think of the power within you, how should you choose? Don't you understand now?"

The Flame Haze warriors nearby exchanged glances, their eyes revealing a clear intention to act. However, they did not make a move immediately, remaining hesitant and standing still.

"Freda, that's the legendary god of divine punishment, Alastor. Do you know what doing this means?"

"What does it represent? It represents freedom! It represents power! It represents wealth! It represents supreme status!"

Skillfully wielding the power from the Crimson Lord Brigitte, Freda's hands shone with a dazzling light befitting the power of magic. She unleashed a powerful attack towards Rorschach's location, the terrifying explosion sending up a cloud of dust.

Taking advantage of the enemy being obscured by the smoke, Freda turned and roared at the hesitant Flame Haze warriors:

"I've seen this generation of Flame-Haired Burning-Eyed Slayers before. That girl is just a naive newbie, posing absolutely no threat. As long as we find a way to kill her, the God of Divine Punishment will be unable to stay in the mortal world and will have to return to the Crimson World. At that time, no one will know what we did. What are you still hesitating about?"

Upon hearing Freda's words, the Flame Haze exchanged glances again, steeled their resolve, and raised their weapons.

"kill!"

P.S.: I watched the sequel to Inuyasha, Yasha-hime, and there were obvious plot holes, but that didn't stop me from watching Kikyo. She truly is the most beautiful priestess in my heart.

Chapter 373 Sharing a Golden Cup with You

Chapter 373 Sharing a Golden Cup with You

"Charge! Kill this heinous Crimson World Demon King!"

"I've only lived for 120 years, I don't want to die of old age now!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! None of the Crimson World Demon Lords are good! They all deserve to die! They all deserve to die!"

Looking at the group of Flame Haze warriors with ferocious expressions running towards him, Luo Xia's expression remained unchanged as he slowly raised his palm towards the front.

The next second, these charging Flame Mist Warriors were hit as if they had crashed into a wall—no, they were hit head-on by an eighteen-wheeled heavy truck traveling at full speed. They all coughed up blood, their limbs twisted as they flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground like dolls that had been ravaged by a naughty child for three hours, groaning in barely audible voices.

With the Flame Haze warriors' instant defeat, the only one remaining unscathed, Anast Freda, became so conspicuous that he attracted everyone's attention like a searchlight in the night.

At this moment, Anast Freda was also in a state of great inner turmoil. He had thought that Rorschach was just a slightly stronger Crimson Lord, and that he was confident that he could defeat even the ancient Crimson Lords under the siege of his experienced Flame Haze warriors.

But the battle had barely begun for five seconds, and his side had already suffered a staggering 99% casualties, leaving him as the lone commander. Even if Freda had immense confidence in himself, he wouldn't believe he was a match for Rorschach.

"Thank you for your help, Rorschach. With Shana not around, I'm really struggling to punish these demon lords and fire mists who have broken the law. I need your help."

“You’re welcome, Alastor. This is a mutually beneficial cooperation. You provide me with the legitimacy to enforce the law, and I help you ‘recover’ those Crimson Lords who have smuggled themselves into the mortal world. It’s a win-win deal, isn’t it?”

[A 'win-win' situation? That's certainly a very interesting concept.]

"Hehe, there are many interesting things about humans. I can tell you about them slowly, and many of them should be able to play a positive role in your compilation of the Crimson Laws. But before that, we still have some loose ends to settle."

Looking up at Anast Freda, who was frozen in place, unsure whether to move or stay, Rorschach smiled at the handsome blond man. At the same time, the shopkeeper's Alastor badge spoke again:

【Brigid, the 'Art of Manifestation,' you have lost the ideals you had when you first came to the mortal world. You have excessively pampered your contractor, raising him into an arrogant and disdainful scoundrel. For the sake of our many years of friendship, voluntarily terminate the contract and return to the Crimson World. I guarantee that the 'Body Shaper' will receive the fairest judgment.】

Upon hearing Alastor's advice, the vibrant rose on Freda's chest remained silent for a moment, then a slightly weak female voice rang out: "Heavenly Blaze, I believe in your character. If I leave now, I hope you will keep your promise."

[Guaranteed in the name of the God of Divine Punishment.]

"Well then, little Freda, for your safety, I have no choice but to..."

"No, you can't! I'll let you leave! Bridget, you promised you'd always be by my side!"

Hearing that his contracted demon lord seemed to be preparing to leave, Anast Freda frantically clutched the red rose on his chest and pleaded with him to stay.

Freda, I'm doing this for your own good.

"No, I don't care! I won't allow you to leave me! Bridget, you belong to me alone."

[Little Freda...]

Looking at the two people who were dragging their feet, sticking together and refusing to separate for a long time, Luo Xia frowned impatiently and raised his hand to unleash a golden light.

The next second, a piercing scream erupted from Anast Freda's mouth. He was horrified to discover that the contract between himself and his demon lord, Brigitte, had vanished in that instant.

The will that had accompanied him in his mind for hundreds of years was gone, along with his pride and his extraordinary energy.

"No...no...why...why are you doing this to me? I only did what a Flame Mistress should do, what did I do wrong?"

"Bridget! Bridget? Where have you been? Bridget! Come back... come back... I can't live without you..."

Clutching the red rose to his chest, Freda curled up in agony on the filthy ground. Pale yellow dust covered his pristine white suit, his once impeccably styled blond hair was now disheveled, and even his handsome face was stained with blood and mud. He looked utterly wretched, a far cry from his previous refined demeanor.

He beckoned with his finger in Freda's direction, and a dazzling golden light flew from the man's shoulder back into Rorschach's hand, settling steadily in his palm.

It was a strangely shaped dagger that twisted like lightning, seemingly made entirely of gold. It was one of the gifts that the Hero King Gilgamesh gave to Rorschach, the original text of the legendary treasure trove 'The Talisman That Breaks All Laws (All Talismans Will Break the Rules)'.

Its effect is to sever all contracts and physically cut spells. The Symbol of Severing All Laws, which should only be effective in the Type-Moon world, can perfectly function even in another world with the blessing of Rorschach, the system's owner, severing the contract between Freda and Bridget that had lasted for hundreds of years in one strike.

[Hmm...this is truly a terrifying weapon. A single hit will break the contract, making it a natural enemy of Flame Haze. After all, without the Crimson Lord's power, Flame Haze are just ordinary humans with rich combat experience.]

Hearing Alastor's slightly worried voice in his chest, Rorschach took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped away the blood remaining on the Rune of All Laws.

"Don't worry, Alastor. This weapon will only be aimed at stubborn fools, not at my friends."

"'Let's drink from the same cup, and fight without mercy'—that's a tradition from my hometown. We're all Shana's 'family,' and for that reason alone, I won't have a conflict with you."

Hmm... I hope so.

Patting the gold pendant on his chest, Rorschach sheathed his lightning dagger and walked toward Freda, who was slumped on the ground not far away. At that moment, a series of hurried footsteps sounded behind the shopkeeper.

The Chaldean reinforcements finally arrived at the scene after a short, rapid march.

Chapter 374 Hunting License

Chapter 374 Hunting License

All the Flame Haze warriors who attacked the Chaldea team were detained. Except for Anast Freda, whose power as a Contract Demon Lord had been stripped and who had become an ordinary person, all of them were fitted with existence-binding devices and sent to Chaldea's prison to await trial.

Chaldea's legal department collects information on the daily words and actions of these Flame Haze warriors. These warriors, who have lived for decades or even centuries, each have their own stories circulating in the community. The judges in the legal department use this information to pronounce sentences on the arrested Flame Haze warriors.

Firefoxes who haven't committed any major offenses will be released after registering their information, but they must carry a hunting license issued by Chaldea and are subject to official control and surveillance. If they are arrested again in the future, they will be severely punished.

Those who violate the laws of human society will be tried according to the law. Those who commit crimes under ten years will serve normal sentences, while those who commit crimes over ten years will have their Demon God Contracts revoked and become ordinary people again, no longer enjoying eternal life and infinite power.

All of this will be carried out under the supervision of the 'God of Divine Punishment', Alastor. With both humans and Crimson World Apostles as witnesses, the fairness, impartiality, and transparency of the trial will be guaranteed. This will also provide some ready-made examples and models for Alastor to compile laws belonging to the Crimson World.

Sunset

Rorschach, who clocks out promptly at nine to five, has already begun his journey home. Wilhelmina, who has also had a busy day, sits quietly in the passenger seat, her expression inscrutable as she strokes a metal card.

This is a card with a matte finish, featuring a prominent Chaldea logo on the back and a bust of Wilhelmina and basic information on the front.

This is a hunting license issued by Chaldea, and it will also be the Flame Haze's 'identity card' from now on. Only Flame Haze who hold this certificate are legal Flame Haze recognized by the human race. They can not only receive support from various countries' governments in terms of supplies, intelligence, manpower, and weapons, but they can also receive a high fixed salary every month and obtain a position in Chaldea.

Of course, obtaining such a permit requires rigorous screening. Only Flame Haze warriors who are mentally sound, clear-headed, and unlikely to cause major destruction or disrupt public order can obtain Chaldea's hunting license.

As for those Firefoxes who haven't been vetted? If they don't cause trouble, humanity will temporarily turn a blind eye, allowing them to hunt Crimson Denizens in the shadows. But if they continue to act recklessly, disregarding social norms and customs and wantonly destroying things...

Therefore, Chaldea wouldn't mind holding more criminals. There are plenty of spare beds in the prison, enough to accommodate many people. And modern human society doesn't need these 'dangerous elements' who would cause chaos and sow the seeds of future problems.

Back then, before the eternally 17-year-old Yukari created Gensokyo, didn't she also use two lunar wars to eliminate most of the radicals among the youkai, leaving only those well-behaved youkai who could abide by the rules she created to enter Gensokyo, in exchange for the future peace of this sanctuary?

Rorschach is doing the same thing now: eliminating those who will cause trouble for human society and keeping the law-abiding, peace-loving ones. Although there will inevitably be collateral damage in this process, there's no room for morality or righteousness between races.

After all, humans are humans, and Flame Haze is just Flame Haze. Most of the Flame Haze no longer see themselves as individuals on the human side (official setting), but rather as Flame Haze warriors.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

The blood of tens of millions of Native Americans on the North American continent has not yet cooled, and Rorschach will not push human civilization into an abyss of no return because of momentary indecisiveness.

Walking through the streets and alleys, the traffic is heavy.

After driving for several tens of minutes, the bulletproof jeep slowly drove into the garage of the suburban villa. Rorschach opened the car door, walked around the front of the car to the passenger seat, and reached out his hand to Wilhelmina, who was sitting blankly in the passenger seat.

"We're home, Your Highness."

"..."

Silently tucking his hunting license into his pocket, the maid reached out and placed her hand on Rorschach's outstretched palm, slowly rising from the car. The two walked together toward the villa's gate.

Quietly following behind Rorschach, Wilhelmina stared intently at the man's back with her crimson eyes, lost in thought.

"If you're worried about Rebecca Red, the leader of the Tokyo Ward Outpost, you can rest assured. The leaders of the outposts in each region are the first targets of our Chaldea investigation. Rebecca Red's personality and daily conduct are within Chaldea's acceptable range. As long as she is willing to accept Chaldea's supervision and control the extent of her destruction during battle, obtaining a hunting license will not be difficult."