Sora signaled with her eyes to Vademon, Mushroomon, Otamamon, Gawappamon, Kunemon, and the other Digimon.
“…”
‘…We can’t even see your eyes.’ Vademon thought.
Sora—or rather, Angewomon—had a mask covering her eyes, since it didn’t affect her vision, she often forgot about it.
“Let’s go.”
Sora took long strides toward the food street.
“Wait for me.” Vademon and the other Digimon followed closely behind.
In the Fairy Tail world, Sora’s Angewomon outfit was nothing out of the ordinary; some wizards dressed even more revealingly than she did.
But in the human world of Digimon Savers, without Digimon, it was just an ordinary modern city.
In such a city, Sora’s outfit seemed straight out of an anime—too bizarre, too eye-catching.
Just by standing there, she became the center of attention!
The moment she arrived at the food street, she felt gazes from all directions.
“Wearing something like that in public… s-so shameless…”
“So bold!”
“Indeed, big!”
“No taste, but those legs are top-tier!”
“Is she a cosplayer?”
“Hey, miss! Look over here!”
Voices of disdain, amazement, and whistling filled the air.
Some people stared so intently that their girl companions pinched their hands, yet they remained oblivious, making their partners gnash their teeth in frustration.
Even the food program crew and the lady anchor turned their attention to Sora, suddenly excited.
Although they were covering a food festival, the unexpected appearance of a stunning beauty like her was sure to boost tonight’s ratings.
“…I feel embarrassed.” Sora suddenly felt goosebumps rise.
Even the wind brushing her skin felt chilly.
After her experiences in the Fairy Tail world, she thought she had become indifferent to others’ gazes and could be at ease anywhere.
But now, she realized she had overestimated herself.
Humans are social creatures, and their sense of shame adapts to their environment.
Her self-adjusting mindset meant that in the Fairy Tail world, where everyone dressed freely, her embarrassment threshold was low. But in a modern urban world, where most dressed conservatively, she instinctively felt more self-conscious.
A voice echoed in her mind—Angewomon’s surprised tone, “A pervert feeling shame?”
“Why are you personally attacking me?!”
“I’m just repeating what you said before, how is that a personal attack?”
“Ugh…” Sora felt like she’d been hit by a boomerang.
A casual remark from half a month ago turned around to strike her right in the forehead.
Angewomon smirked internally.
If Sora was feeling embarrassed now, it meant her perversion level was decreasing—a sign that Angewomon’s guidance and persuasion were working!
‘Good!’
She would continue her efforts!
Angewomon made a mental note.
“Let’s not think about this for now.”
Sora steadied herself, shook off her messy thoughts, then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, spread her eight wings and soared into the air.
“Huh?”
“She… she flew?! Am I seeing things?”
“It must be wires!”
“But where are the wires?”
“Are those wings… real?”
As Sora ascended, the once-enthusiastic onlookers admiring her curves, snapped out of their daze. Their gazes shifted from fascination to shock, and gasps of astonishment spread like waves.
Humans can’t fly. If something flies, it’s not human.
Silence fell over the crowd.
Everyone stared tensely at the golden-haired, eight-winged angel woman.
Humans are visual creatures. Although they realized she wasn’t human, since she was a beautiful angel, she couldn’t be a bad person… right?
Sora landed in front of the cameras, ignoring the crowd’s slack-jawed expressions, and asked the lady anchor, “Is this a live broadcast?”
“Y-yes.”
The anchor, trained professionally, quickly regained her composure and confirmed.
As she spoke, her eyes were fixed on Sora’s wings.
‘So beautiful! Those are real wings—she is a real angel!’
The anchor’s worldview shattered.
If angels truly existed, what was she doing in journalism? She should have gone into finance…
While the anchor stood in a daze, Sora turned to the camera and declared, “I am Angewomon, a diplomat from the Digital World. I wish to speak with your Prime Minister.”
‘Diplomat? Prime Minister?’
This sounded serious!
The anchor’s heart skipped a beat. She turned to look at the strange creatures following Sora…
She had assumed they were people in costumes or puppets.
But now, seeing that their leader had wings and could fly, those bizarre-looking creatures were probably not normal beings either.
‘What… what are they?!’
Sora addressed the camera, “Your human activities have severely impacted the Digital World’s ecosystem. We demand reparations. If you refuse, bear the consequences. You have been warned!”
“…”
The crowd erupted into heated discussions, causing a certain degree of panic.
Since this involved Digimon, the organization responsible for handling them—DATS—was immediately notified.
“Digimon must not appear in public. DATS, deal with this at once!”
The one giving the order was Director Hashima, DATS’ direct superior. Short in stature, plain in appearance, and dressed in a light-colored suit, he gave off a harsh, difficult-to-approach vibe—someone who would be a hindrance at crucial moments.
In the past, Digimon appearing in the human world were usually mindless monsters causing chaos.
But this time, one had appeared on a live broadcast, claiming to be a diplomat and requesting to speak with the Prime Minister.
If this was real, the situation was beyond grave.
He didn’t want to take the blame.
“Understood.” Captain Sampson of DATS responded.
Unlike the short Hashiba, Captain Sampson was tall and muscular, with a serious face and dark sunglasses, exuding an air of mystery and reliability. Behind those shades, his eyes held many untold stories.
Each DATS member had a Digimon partner—or rather, only those with Digimon partners could join DATS.
As captain, Sampson’s partner was the ‘scarf’ wrapped around his neck.
On closer inspection, it wasn’t a scarf—it was a small white fox.
Kudamon!
A Vaccine-type Holy Beast Digimon in its Rookie stage.
“A diplomat?”
Kudamon, watching the broadcast, was speechless.
Because this Kudamon was no ordinary individual—it was one of the Royal Knights under Yggdrasil, the god of the Digital World.
As a Royal Knight sent to observe the human world, it should have been him if anyone was to be a diplomat. What was the background of this Angewomon, daring to call herself the Digital World’s diplomat?
Kudamon said, “There’s no such thing as a diplomat in the Digital World.”
Captain Sampson nodded, “Capture those Digimon.”
“Yes, sir!”
— The end of the Chapter–
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