There is no such thing, it is the Warrior of Love!

Celt Sturluson rode her motorcycle with Kyoosuke Hojo clinging to her back, speeding all the way until they quickly reached the Ikebukuro Expressway.

Although the black ropes that bound the two of them had vanished at Celt's will the moment they landed, Kyoosuke's grip around her waist did not loosen in the slightest. Though Celt's waist was remarkably slender, he could distinctly feel the firm contours of her muscles beneath his palms.

They were not the rigid, blocky abs of a rigorous workout, but smooth, graceful muscle lines. Kyoosuke's pinky finger even grazed faintly against the subtle curve of her pelvic region lower down.

"That's the group right up ahead. Slow down a bit first."

Just as they turned onto the highway, Kyoosuke spotted Katagiri Shuji and his crew. All of their motorcycles had their headlights blazing, and the delinquents were gathered in small clusters, chatting away. If Celt were to charge in at the high speed they had just maintained, these delinquents would likely mistake it for a provocation.

"Katagiri!" Kyoosuke shouted directly at the top of his lungs.

With Kyoosuke's impressive lung capacity, his roar instantly drowned out the chaotic chatter of the delinquents.

"Is that the President's voice?"

Katagiri leaped off his motorcycle, stepping out from the crowd to look toward the source of the sound.

"What is that?"

That instantly recognizable all-black motorcycle, and the adorable yellow cat-eared helmet.

"The Dullahan!"

The members of the Oku branch also recognized the newcomer, crying out in astonishment.

"As expected of the President! It hasn't even been that long, and he's already subdued an urban legend!"

"Are you serious? Has the President actually captured the Headless Rider?"

「You idiot, I told you to put your glasses on! Isn't that the Headless Rider driving the bike? The President is sitting right behind her."

...

Recalling the task the President had given them earlier, the delinquents began chattering excitedly among themselves.

"Let's go, Celt. Let's head over together."

Seeing that his subordinates had recognized him, Kyoosuke spoke to Celt. Actually, he wasn't worried that his subordinates might harm Celt; rather, he was afraid they might do something rude that would ruin Celt's first impression of them.

"Are you sure it's alright? Will they be scared when they see me?"

Now that they were right in front of them, Celt suddenly began to feel nervous again. Although she had lived in human society for so long, the humans she interacted with were usually just a select few who could also be considered monsters in their own right, like her friend, Shizuo Heiwajima.

Celt was extremely, terribly nervous. She was about to meet so many fellow motorcycle enthusiasts!

"Hahaha, relax, Celt. With those guys, all you have to do is ride your bike and do a lap with them, and you'll get along in no time. Don't let their delinquent looks fool you; they're surprisingly easy to get along with."

Hearing Kyoosuke's words and feeling the strong, reassuring arms wrapped around her waist, Celt mustered her courage, twisted the throttle, and sped forward.

"Oh, oh! They're coming, they're coming! It really is the President! He actually turned the Dullahan into his personal ride!"

"Too badass!"

As Celt drew closer, the delinquents got a much clearer view, and every single one of them grew intensely excited.

"Good evening, President!"

By the time Celt brought the motorcycle to a halt and Kyoosuke hopped off before he could even steady his footing, the delinquents had already bowed in unison to greet him.

"Amazing. Is this what a delinquent gang leader looks like?"

Witnessing a delinquent culture so vastly different from the color gangs of Ikebukuro, Celt's invisible eyes practically sparkled with excitement. Well, can't have your eyes light up if you don't have a head? She could even blush without one.

"Good evening, gentlemen." Kyoosuke greeted them casually. Noticing the delinquents staring intently at Celt beside him, he took the opportunity to introduce her: "This is Celt, the fastest rider in Ikebukuro!"

"I am not! I don't! Don't just make things up!"

Hearing Kyoosuke's words, Celt immediately began typing frantically on her tablet to refute him.

"Hahaha, all the Ikebukuro street racers are out tonight. Won't a little race tell us the truth?"

Kyoosuke had said that on purpose. Delinquents universally possessed an intense competitive streak and cared deeply about their pride; a little deliberate provocation would help them accept Celt more easily—treating her as a fellow motorcycle rider rather than a terrifying urban legend.

"Hello, Miss Celt. Welcome to the Baneful Angels gathering. I am Katagiri Shuji, leader of the Baneful Angels' Oku branch."

Katagiri said solemnly. This burly young man with a wide, square face and meticulous slicked-back hair was as reliable as ever.

Behind him, Sagara Meguru, with his shock of blonde hair, followed quietly with a faint smile.

"Welcome to the Baneful Angels gathering!" the Oku delinquents roared in unison.

"Thank you, everyone."

Seeing that everyone had accepted her as easily as Kyoosuke had promised, Celt happily fumbled as she typed out a reply.

"Let's go. Brother Masaki said they're already waiting for us at our usual spot."

Kyoosuke checked his phone. Because of the orders he had given earlier, all the members of the Baneful Angels had been standing by for the outcome. Just moments ago, one of the Oku delinquents had snapped a photo of Celt riding her bike with Kyoosuke on the back and posted it in the group chat. The entire legion of subordinates had instantly gone wild, each of them eagerly waiting for him to arrive.

*Note to self: absolutely ban these guys from taking pictures of me in the future.*

Just the thought of being snapped by these bastards while on a quiet date with some young maiden in the future, only for the photo to accidentally fall into the hands of other young maidens, gave Kyoosuke nightmares about the horrifying consequences.

"Let's go, Celt. Just follow behind them; our other comrades are waiting for us." Kyoosuke wrapped his arms back around Celt's waist. That tactile sensation truly never grew old.

"There are others?!" Celt typed in absolute shock. The Oku branch alone had over fifty people present, and she hadn't expected this to be only a fraction of them.

"Haha, there are probably about three times as many people waiting for us up ahead."

"Sugoi!"

"Celt, you really are adorable." Kyoosuke rested his chin just below the nape of Celt's neck. *Come to think of it, why couldn't I feel the straps of a bra? Could it be that her clothes are entirely formed from the black mist emanating from her body? If that's the case, doesn't that mean Celt is essentially...*

At that thought, Kyoosuke opened his mouth to ask:

"Celt, since you don't have a head, how do you perceive the outside world?"

Although her beloved steed, Shooter, was capable of driving itself, Celt—who harbored an intense dread of traffic police—still obediently kept both hands on the handlebars, using a pair of hands conjured from black mist to type her reply on her tablet for Kyoosuke.

"The black mist radiating from my body helps me sense my surroundings. It can also transform into any shape and do anything for me, just like you saw before."

"I have a question. Since that's the case, why don't you use the black mist to help you speak?"

"Speak?! But I don't have a head?"

"Sound is produced by the vibration of objects. Did you know that?"

"... If I say I didn't know, will you think I'm an idiot?"

"Hahaha." Hearing that, Kyoosuke couldn't help but laugh aloud.

"You really do think I'm an idiot!"

"No, no, not at all. You've never received formal compulsory education, so it's totally understandable," Kyoosuke quickly consoled her.

"But have you ever wondered why phones and computers can produce sound? They don't have heads either. If you just use the black mist to shape a simple sound-producing device, wouldn't you be able to speak however you want?"

Celt clearly lacked deep knowledge of physics, so Kyoosuke didn't bother explaining the complex principles of acoustics and instead used the simplest analogy.

As for whether the black mist could simulate such intricate machinery—were you a blockhead? All she needed was a simple vocal apparatus. The black mist was entirely under Celt's control; she could effortlessly alter the amplitude and frequency to produce any sound imaginable.

She could even debut as a voice actress! From young maidens to haughty lolis, she could make any voice she wanted. 360-degree surround sound would be a breeze. If she were to...

At that, Kyoosuke's imagination began to wander pleasantly.

"Is there really a way like that?! Why has Shinra never—"

Ah, right. Shinra loved her precisely because she was a non-human existence. Just as he had said before, Shinra believed she was perfect just the way she was. A Celt who couldn't speak and had to rely entirely on a tablet to communicate fit his idealized love for the supernatural even more.

"Alright, I'll help you set that up later. For now, let's just enjoy the ride to our heart's content!" Kyoosuke felt the sudden dip in Celt's mood and quickly changed the subject.

Celt didn't reply verbally, but suddenly twisted the throttle for a burst of speed, causing Kyoosuke to instantly press his entire body flush against hers to keep his balance.

The Oku gang members only saw a figure trailing a streak of black mist flash past them in a blur, effortlessly overtaking them all.

"Step on it, boys! Otherwise, the title of Ikebukuro's fastest is going to be stolen right out from under us!"

Seeing the President raise a hand from the back of that black motorcycle in a casual farewell gesture, Katagiri roared at the top of his lungs.

"Yeah!" the delinquents bellowed back, and in an instant, the deafening roar of motorcycle engines shattered the quiet of the night.

Hearing the commotion behind them and watching the black mist at the nape of Celt's neck dance with renewed vigor, Kyoosuke knew she was truly excited now.