From the Warlord's Empire by Gakuto Mikumo Page A

monitor enumerated strange written characters of unknown origin.
    Without any warning, the lab’s dividing doors suddenly flew open.
    A group of three strange people barged in.
    Two of them were men wearing black business suits. The third was a young woman wearing a dress covered in frills. The woman had a cherubic face like that of a little girl.
    The man’s chair creaked as he turned to face the out-of-place intruders.
    “Who are you people? This is a Class Six classified zone. Entry of unauthorized personnel is strictly—…”
    Glaring at them like a bird of prey whose nest had been disturbed, he threatened the men in black. But his expression went rigid mid-sentence. He noticed the ID badges that the men in the suits were wearing.
    “…You are Yousuke Makimura of the Kano Alchemical Industries Research Branch, I presume.”
    One of the black-suited men spoke in an impersonal voice lacking in inflection.
    The badges identifying the men in suits bore simple five-pointed star magic circles for personal protection. These identified the men as national Counter-Demon Attack Mages assigned to the Special District Police Counter-Demon Unit that dealt with national sorcerous offenses.
    “Research Chief Makimura. We believe this laboratory is making use of materials in violation of the Sorcery Import Control Act. We demand that you hand over all research data on the premises as well as all materials.”
    “I-import Control Act violation?!”
    The man named Makimura rose from his seat, sweat appearing on his forehead.
    “Wait. There must be some mistake! This is a laboratory that decodes ancient languages. We have permission from the Administration Corporation. If you just speak to the manager…”
    “A few days ago, we apprehended one of Kristof Gardos’s subordinates.”
    The other black-suited man drew a pistol, informing the researcher in an overbearing manner. Makimura sharply inhaled.
    “I hereby place you under arrest under Article Five of the Special District Public Security Code. Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law. You should be careful what you say and do.”
    “Ugh…!”
    The man in the black suit moved to grab Makimura’s arm and slap handcuffs on him… But that moment, the black-suited man was assailed by a dull impact.
    Compared to the slender, helpless-looking Makimura, the man in the black suit had a far more robust frame. There was a weight difference between them of forty kilograms or so. But when Makimura shook the arm the man in the black suit had grabbed, it was the latter that went flying. The man in black slammed against a nearby pillar, making an anguished exhale as he collapsed onto the floor.
    Just as certain reptiles altered the pigment of their cells according to their mood, Makimura was capable of changing the very nature of hiscells according to his own will. He was a beast man—a werewolf. The researcher had transformed into a fearsome berserker with the strength and explosiveness of a ferocious beast.
    The other man in black instantly turned his pistol on Makimura. With a well-trained motion, he fired silver and iridium alloy bullets popularly known as Lycan-Killers. However, Makimura slipped past the raining bullets and knocked the pistol out of the black-suited man’s hands.
    He then made a powerful leap toward the still-open dividing doors, attempting to flee outside.
    “So he is an unregistered demon…a Black Death Emperor Front sympathizer?”
    The woman watching Makimura’s back as he fled, Natsuki Minamiya, murmured as if quite bored. Then, she quietly issued her command.
    “…
Astarte
, I don’t mind if you’re a little rough. Arrest him.”
    “Accept.”
    As if to block Makimura’s escape, a small indigo-haired girl stood in front of the dividing doors.
    She had white, seemingly translucent skin and blue eyes. She had a perfectly symmetrical face. The girl felt like a living being, but she seemed frail and fairylike.
    The girl wore an apron