Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Even the support team in charge of the headquarters in Tokyo is composed of dual-ritualists.

These teams rarely go out to complete missions or patrol. They are on call 24 hours a day to provide the fastest and most accurate support when those field teams are in distress.

That is insurance.

As a result, even though the two regions were only twenty minutes apart in their homeland, they were late?

What was the reason that delayed them for forty minutes, leading to the death of her fiancé and his captain?

"Of course we received the support signal, but..."

The captain of the support team knew Usami Reiko - even if he didn't, he had to explain it to Usami Reiko in a "nice" manner.

If we offend the head of the logistics department, our team’s future will be difficult.

'But what?'

"Reiko, you still have to ask--" The captain pointed to the top of his head: "They gave us orders, and we can only follow the rules. I'm very sorry for Nagayama and Kenichi..."

That's why she slammed the door in anger just now.

As a result, those senior executives who were just sitting there doing nothing gave any answers. They just kept hesitating and beating around the bush.

Some people even scolded me.

'That's my fiancé, see? The ring, the engagement ring. We're getting married next month. Can't I ask why?'

"Where's the support?!"

Usami Reiko rubbed the cool texture from her fingertips and suddenly felt tired.

This huge machine, even with its extraordinary power, is still old-fashioned and slow.

Most of the orderly ritualists who were supposed to be the lubricant had lost their autonomy and initiative, like puppets being pulled by strings.

"Obviously there was a chance..."

Usami Reiko leaned against the wall, rubbing her cheeks up and down with her hands, her tone filled with loneliness: "But, why is it still like this? You can obviously survive, my Kenichi..."

Takashi Sakai, with his neat short hair, was standing not far away, also leaning against the wall.

He didn't know how to comfort Reiko, maybe Kenichi could.

This is something that Kenichi always does.

Sakai Takashi remembered that every time this happened, the grinning man would come up to her, tease her a few times, punch her a few times, and then whisper something in the woman's ear.

He always finds a way to coax Usami Reiko.

Now, what should I do?

Kenichi Yoshino, you are no longer here.

Sakai Takashi sighed, turned his head and found the woman sobbing softly: "I think the superiors always have a reason. I will help you find out again. You have been a contact person for a long time. Maybe next month, or the month after next, you will be approved to become a ritualist. At this juncture-"

"I don't care about some bullshit ritualist!"

It would have been fine if she hadn't said this. When she heard what Sakai Takashi said, Usami Reiko became even more hysterical. Her face was covered with tears and her eyes were filled with hatred: "I told him a long time ago not to participate!"

“It’s our duty!”

Facing this woman, Sakai Takashi had a headache: "Every official ritualist has the obligation to use his extraordinary abilities to stabilize society, save the people, and help the country maintain order."

Usami Reiko was a little crazy: "But Kenichi Yoshino is dead, who will save him?"

"I can only say... my condolences. Reiko, this is our destiny. Even if he hadn't become a ritualist, Kenichi Yoshino would still be a soldier. This is our destiny." Sakai Takashi said in a heavy tone.

"I can accept his legitimate sacrifice." Usami Reiko panted. She wiped the tears from her face and stared at Sakai Takashi coldly: "But I can't accept that he was killed for some reason."

Sakai Takashi was a little surprised: "Killed?"

Usami Reiko sneered sarcastically: "Otherwise, tell me, what is the reason that would cause the support team to be delayed for more than 40 minutes?"

"Tell me, why didn't those idiots in the conference room say anything about this?"

"Tell me, Sakai Takashi. As a ritualist, tell me, do you think this is correct? As a member of a group of people who transcend mortals, do you think this is reasonable?"

Usami Reiko's questioning words were thrown over, like pebbles falling into a lake, causing the expression on Sakai Takashi's face to change.

"I... don't know. Reiko, I don't know. Some of the instructions and appointments are strange to me, but..."

"but……"

Suddenly, a rough male voice came from beside the two of them.

"But you just have to obey."

Military boots thumped across the stone floor.

Behind the heavy footsteps came a man who was at least 1.9 meters tall.

He has a strong build, a flat head and big eyes.

His arms were almost bursting through his short-sleeved shirt, and he had a leather collar around his neck with seven or eight silver metal tags on it.

When the man came over, a fierce aura followed him. Standing in front of the two of them, the sense of danger was always emanating and sweeping towards the front.

Usami Reiko and Sakai Takashi subconsciously straightened their backs, put their heels together, and saluted solemnly, but the muscular man waved his hand nonchalantly.

"I happened to hear your conversation." The man spoke in a hoarse voice, his eyes sweeping over Usami Reiko: "What doubts do you have about Yoshino Kenichi's death?"

Hearing the question, Usami Reiko took a deep breath and asked her question again.

The man listened to the woman's story without saying a word, his expression calm. After a while, he nodded: "I understand. I can answer your question."

"It was me who ordered the delay of the support team's departure."

"At the time, a high-ranking officer landed at the airport. In accordance with regulations, I dispatched a support team from the Tokyo area to escort them."

"There is no way to delay. I am very sorry and regretful for the deaths of Nagayama and Yoshino Kenichi."

“Although every ritualist is precious to us.”

“But there’s nothing we can do about it.”

"What else do you want to ask?"

"Director Usami Reiko."

The woman listened quietly without saying anything.

Raising your hand is a slap!

Chapter 73 White Torch

Snapped!

Usami Reiko slapped the muscular man hard on the face, and Sakai Takashi who was standing by rushed over and tried to control the crazy woman.

Although the "Origin" level ritualists are at the initial stage of transcendence, their mysteriously strengthened bodies have far surpassed those of ordinary people. Sakai Takashi held down Usami Reiko's hand, and the woman could not move.

"Do not impulse!"

Sakai Takashi yelled, not caring where the three were at the moment.

"Go away!"

Usami Reiko roared, quickly pulling out a pistol from his waist and pointing it at the man in front of him - the man who had given the order that led to the death of his fiancé.

boom! boom! boom!

Three shots were fired at close range, flames roaring out of the muzzle, and the shells fell to the ground and bounced up again.

jingle.

The man opposite was not far away. He just turned sideways and tilted his head. The next moment, he quickly approached Usami Reiko and reached out to grab the muzzle of her gun.

boom!

In order to shake off the entangled Sakai Takashi, the gun muzzle deviated from its trajectory and shattered the chandelier in the corridor, with glass shattering all over the floor.

Clatter. Clatter.

Usami Reiko raised her leg and kicked Sakai Takashi, kicking the man away. She then pulled out another sword from between her left leg and pointed it at the man in front of her.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

boom--

The sound of gunfire and the explosion of flames mixed together!

The alarm sounded and the man in front of him covered his arm.

The gunfire died down and the corridor was filled with the smell of sulfur.

The man dodged most of the bullets, but one still scratched his arm.

He had a stern face and a few flames were floating behind him.

A large piece of white-hot flame formed a ring, circling around his body, spinning with great joy—

It was as if with a single command, they would devour the two people in front of them.

Seeing this scene, Sakai Takashi's palms were full of sweat. He scratched his short flat hair and opened his mouth to say something.

"Judgment."

Usami Reiko spoke first, revealing the man's identity - the only third-level "Judgement" level ritualist on the Japanese side.

He is also the highest level ritualist currently.

Codename: White Torch

"I'm already injured."

"If you continue to shoot, I will choose to incapacitate you. When I do, it may result in your death."

"Minister Usami Reiko, please choose carefully."

Bai Ju narrowed his eyes, veins bulged on his neck, and his eyes became more and more dangerous like an enraged beast. Behind him, the ring-shaped flames were also eager to try.

"What are you doing?!"

There was the sound of messy footsteps.

Teams of soldiers holding guns and explosion-proof shields quickly surrounded them. Not far away, a man in a suit stood in the crowd in a rage.

The gun was aimed at three people.

Usami Reiko looked around, paying no attention to anyone else.

She pulled Sakai Takashi away without looking back, and casually fiddled with the black muzzles of guns.

"Lord Bai Ju, do you want to——"

The subordinate beside him seemed to be a ritualist as well. He stood behind Bai Ju with his body hunched.

Bai Ju shook his head and looked at the woman's back with a complicated expression: "No need. Tell them not to cause trouble for Minister Usami, understand?"

"Hi!"

……

"So, don't pursue this any further, Reiko."

On the terrace of the logistics department, Usami Reiko was rarely seen holding a cigarette in her mouth and a glass of wine in her hand, while Sakai Takashi beside her was worriedly admonishing the woman.

"It was my fiancé who died, not yours. Look at your expression." Usami Reiko grinned, but the smile was indescribably strange.

Sakai Takashi frowned, "Yoshino Kenichi doesn't want you to become like this. Reiko, this matter is very clear. Bai Ju only received the support signal after sending out the support team. At that time, it was too late to transfer back to the support team."

"What about other field teams? There must be some in Tokyo, right?" Usami Reiko asked with a smile.

"But if we rashly mobilize those field teams, if an accident occurs..."

"Will there be no accidents this way?"

"Those are the rules—"

Usami Reiko turned her head, ended the topic, and didn't want to talk about it anymore.

The gunfire in the corridor and the sudden mystery of the White Torch startled the ritualists in all the buildings. They thought there was an invasion by ritualists from the Chaos side.