How to Handle a Yandere Harem - Chapter 27

Back to Elizabeth…

Under the neon-lit sky of Tokyo, Elizabeth’s boots clacked against the wet pavement as she moved with urgency, her mind spinning with the new information. Monika, Akuma’s ex-girlfriend, was locked away in a maximum security prison. This clue was the breakthrough she needed, but it also painted a stark picture of the dangers that lay ahead.

Elizabeth’s escape from Tokyo was almost cinematic. The streets, slick with the evening drizzle, reflected the city’s lights as if the ground itself was an extension of the vibrant skyline. Her long coat flapped behind her, a dark silhouette against the backdrop of bustling city life. However, the bustling noise of the city soon gave way to the unmistakable sound of pursuit. Yakura, a notorious enforcer known for his relentlessness, was on her trail.

Yakura was a formidable foe, wielding power that made him feared in the underground world. But Elizabeth was not just anyone; she was an SSS rank mage, her abilities far surpassing those of her pursuer. As Yakura approached, his figure cutting through the crowd with determined strides, Elizabeth turned to face him, her expression one of cool defiance.

“Running won’t help you, Elizabeth!” Yakura called out, his voice echoing off the high-rise buildings.

Elizabeth’s response was a smirk. “Who said anything about running?” With a flick of her wrist, flames danced at her fingertips, casting a warm glow on her face against the cool, damp air.

The confrontation escalated quickly. Yakura launched the first attack, a surge of energy that raced toward Elizabeth like a spear. She sidestepped with supernatural agility, her movements a blur. The energy spear shattered a neon sign behind her, sending sparks raining down. Without missing a beat, Elizabeth summoned her fire magic, molding the flames into a swirling dragon that roared in the direction of Yakura.

Yakura countered with a shield of pulsating energy, but Elizabeth’s flames were too potent, breaking through his defenses and forcing him to retreat. He wasn’t giving up, though. The streets of Tokyo turned into their battleground, the occasional passerby fleeing from the sudden outburst of chaos.

Elizabeth used the urban terrain to her advantage. She leaped onto a nearby bus, her boots thudding against the metal roof as she ran across it, launching fireballs down at Yakura. He dodged, rolling across the wet pavement, and retaliated with shards of ice that glistened dangerously in the neon light.

The fight was intense, a clash of fire and ice, strength and strategy. Elizabeth, however, had the upper hand. Her power was not just in her magic but in her strategic mind. She lured Yakura into a narrow alley, the walls close enough to echo her fiery blasts, amplifying the heat.

Yakura, realizing too late that he was outmatched, attempted to escape, but Elizabeth was relentless. With a graceful leap, she descended from the building’s fire escape, her silhouette framed by the full moon. She landed in front of Yakura, blocking his only path of escape.

“Give it up, Yakura. You’re outclassed,” she said, her voice as cold as the wind that whipped through the alleyway.

With a defiant yet resigned sigh, Yakura lowered his weapon. “I underestimated you, Elizabeth. But know this, you might have won today, but there are others far stronger waiting for you.”

Elizabeth stepped closer, her eyes narrowing. “Let them come. I’ve got a mission to complete.” With a final, powerful blast of fire magic, she knocked Yakura unconscious, his body slumping against the cold, wet ground of the alley.

The night in Tokyo was a stark contrast to the daylight touching the other side of the world where Adriel and Emma enjoyed their date. While they basked in sunlight, Elizabeth was submerged in the darkness of relentless pursuit. Tokyo’s labyrinthine streets became a battlefield, with the authorities deploying more resources as the night deepened.

Every corner turned and every shadow darted through presented a new challenge. Elizabeth’s magic flared under the moonlight, a beacon that drew squads of tactical units toward her. The city’s response was swift and overwhelming. Armored vehicles roared through narrow lanes, and the sharp chop of helicopter blades filled the air, each beam of searchlight a threat that sought to pin her down like an insect under a microscope.

But Elizabeth was an SSS rank mage, her powers honed through countless encounters of high stakes. With every police barricade, she summoned walls of fire, turning tight alleys into blazing traps that delayed her pursuers but illuminated her path to escape. Her journey through the city became a blur of blue and red sirens, the heat of her flames, and the cold determination in her bones.

As dawn approached, Elizabeth’s silhouette was a mere whisper against the chaos of the night. She had managed to evade capture, each escape more narrow than the last. The exhaustion of constant battle weighed heavily on her, but the drive to find Monika pushed her onward. As the first light of dawn began to dilute the darkness, Elizabeth found herself on the outskirts of Tokyo, where the urban jungle gave way to less dense areas.

Here, she allowed herself a moment to breathe, her back against the cool metal of a deserted construction site. She checked the coordinates she had managed to secure from her last fiery encounter — a piece of information that would lead her directly to Monika. The data pointed to a facility known for its maximum security, a place that didn’t exist on most maps — a shadow in a world of overflowing light.