Ginzo Nakamori prided himself on being a capable policeman. While he often failed to catch his nemesis, Kaito Kid, he remained confident that one day he would succeed.
Crang! Crang!
At that moment, the phone at the police station rang urgently.
"Help! Help! Somebody, please save me!"
A panicked voice came through the line. Ginzo immediately tensed up.
"What's wrong? Speak quickly!"
This was the kind of situation that got his adrenaline pumping—surely a dangerous criminal was involved.
But the reply he received left him speechless.
"There's… there's a ghost! A ghost! Come save me!"
Ginzo froze for a moment, and then his expression darkened. "A ghost? Are you kidding me?"
Memories of his rookie days came flooding back. Back then, he had responded to a similar call about a ghost in the woods. He had rushed over in a panic, only to find a piece of white cloth fluttering in the wind outside a cabin window.
It had been midnight—a truly nerve-wracking experience. In his frustration, Ginzo had grabbed an axe and chopped down the entire forest around the cabin. Ironically, the caller later built a log cabin in that very spot, using the wood Ginzo had cut down.
Since that day, Ginzo had vowed never to believe in ghosts or supernatural tales again.
"Listen," he said into the phone with a sigh. "You know that making false reports to the police is a crime, right?"
Without waiting for a response, he hung up. "Halloween pranks," he muttered. "What a waste of time."
Turning to the officers in the room, Ginzo issued a firm order. "From now on, ignore calls like this. They're just harassment."
"Yes, sir!" the officers replied in unison.
But what Ginzo didn't know was that this time, it wasn't a prank.
Outside, in the shadows, figures with lifeless eyes were steadily advancing toward the city center. Though their movements were eerily mechanical, their pace was unnervingly quick.
Behind them, a sinister figure observed the scene with satisfaction.
"So many undead knights," mused Marquis Voban, a smug smile playing on his lips. In their world, each of these spirits was a great knight, comparable to demons in the demon slayer world. "I refuse to believe that with such an army, we can fail."
Standing beside him, Orochimaru smirked as well.
"Likewise, the figures in my coffins are all Jōnin-level shinobi from my world. Each one is a rare treasure. If they fall, I'll be heartbroken." Orochimaru's voice was confident yet measured. He gestured to two unopened coffins behind him.
"And these two… These are my trump cards. I won't use them unless absolutely necessary. But you can rest easy knowing that Kimimaro, my most trusted subordinate, is leading the charge."
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Meanwhile, the city streets were alive with the bustle of Halloween festivities. Among the crowd, Alexander walked with his companions, a group of lively girls of varying sizes and personalities.
"Onii-chan, look! That vampire over there is so funny!"
Little Fran tugged at Alexander's hand, pointing at a girl dressed as a vampire.
Alexander chuckled and patted Fran's head. "That vampire may be interesting, but she's not as cute as our little Fran."
Fran's face lit up at his words, her eyes forming crescent moons as she flapped her tiny wings in delight. With a giggle, she leaned in and planted a sweet little kiss on Alexander's cheek.
Watching this, Remilia pouted unhappily, her lips curling in an envious frown. "Hmph! I've never been that close with Fran."
Her voice carried a hint of jealousy as she stared longingly at Fran's interaction with Alexander.
Alexander, noticing her sulking, whispered something into Fran's ear. Moments later, Fran skipped over to Remilia and gave her a small kiss as well.
Remilia's expression instantly brightened, her earlier frustration melting away into pure happiness.
Alexander chuckled quietly to himself. 'She's a loli who's lived for hundreds of years, yet she still acts like a child. How adorable.'