The Genius Prosecutor in a Gender-Reversed World

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“It’s over!”

Marco dusted off his hands and smiled proudly.

“It’s all cleaned up here.”

“This side is done too, boss!”

One by one, the members of the Yan family gathered around her, each clutching the carcass of a monster or a fainted bandit.

“Good job.”

Naturally, the one with the greatest achievement was Marco.

Around her, the corpses of monsters piled up like a tower, soaking the ground in dark red blood.

“Gack….”
“Sa… save me….”

She had captured and tied up all the suspicious individuals and strange characters.

The reason Marco was doing this?

“With this, the western part will be safe!”

Of course, it was for Alben in the west.

If ‘they’ are targeting the princess, then it stands to reason that Alben, who protects the princess, would also be in danger.

So Marco had been eliminating all nearby threats recently.

The news of Princess Angela’s survival meant that Alben was currently in Centinium.

“Cough, you’re truly the boss!”
“Now we can relax!”
“I can only imagine how happy brother-in-law will be when he hears this!”

The family members raised their thumbs in support of Marco.
Keeping a chosen partner safe is the essence of a wolf, after all.

“Indeed, the boss is the ultimate bride material!”
“Ahem… is that so?”
“Of course! Normally, men are attracted to strong women who can embrace them!”

A family member, claiming to be a self-proclaimed love master (with no male experience), huffed.

“By the way, aren’t you going to meet brother-in-law directly?”
“Ugh…!”

Marco flinched as if pricked by a needle.

“I’m sure the boss will be happy to meet you!”
“If he’s that strong, he’d be more than a match for the boss!”
“Aren’t we supposed to seek forgiveness for our rudeness from that day?”
“Then, since it’s come up, let’s all head to Centinium!”
“And how do we find brother-in-law?”
“If we casually go here and there, people will guide us….”

As they tried to let the conversation flow on its own, Marco blocked their path.

“Stop!”
“B-boss? What’s wrong?”
“W-well… it’s too early to go meet the western partner…!”
“Eh?”

Although she managed to stop them, she couldn’t think of a suitable excuse.

As they said, there was no reason not to meet him, her perfect match.

“Uh… I mean….”

The reason she wasn’t searching for Alben was simply:

‘What am I supposed to do when we meet!?’

It was purely embarrassment.

The men she had liked until now were merely trivial toys or dolls, a passing interest as she made them pour her drinks until she grew tired of them and tossed them aside.

But he was different.

The encounter from one night still lingered and tormented her heart.
With feelings deepening and becoming clearer day by day, Marco couldn’t control herself.

So she was just cleaning up her surroundings, feeling she had to do something.

Yet if they were to reunite, she had no idea what to do.

One fact remained: if that truth came to light, her dignity as the boss would plummet.

“Ah, the cleaning isn’t finished yet. I cleaned up the northern forest, so it’s time to take out the lurking rats. Block any related requests too!”
“Oooh…! Really!? Truly the pure-hearted one!”

For now, she decided to postpone the meeting as long as possible until her feelings settled.

Marco made an effort to smile nonchalantly.

“I never knew you had a fixation on cleaning.”

Until she heard that voice from behind her.

“…Who are you?”
“Long time no see, Kwonma.”

A woman dressed in a white robe like a saint suddenly appeared before the Yan family, her face obscured by a cloth.

“What wh-what is this?!”
“Who are you sneaking up on us?!”

Feeling a sense of urgency, the family members prepared for battle, but Marco stopped them.

“Enough. You guys can’t handle her.”
“But boss…!”
“Surprisingly clever. I expected you to charge in without a thought.”
“Puhuhuh… I might be a bit wild, but I’m not so inept as to recklessly push my beloved family toward death.”

As Marco put on her gloves, she said,

“Then… can you tell me why one of the holy ‘Apostles of the Apocalypse’ graces us with her presence?”

The Apostles of the Apocalypse.

At the mention of that word, the faces of the family members turned pale.

“W-wait, Apocalypse?”
“Followers of destruction…!”

The one called an apostle by Marco.

The Fourth Apostle of the Apocalypse.
Scarlet.

She spoke in a flat tone.

“Kwonma. I know you have violated our contract.”
“You should speak more clearly. Contracts involve give and take, right? This isn’t a breach of contract; this is a negotiation that fell apart.”

The commission to assassinate the Second Princess Angela.

Marco had a free spirit and a stubborn instinct not to be bound.
Therefore, she deliberately didn’t accept an advance payment for such a plan.

Although she had a plan to leverage Angela’s safety to move up to the center, she thought:

“I feel it might end up being quite troublesome if I get tied to you guys.”

There was also an intention to avoid them as much as possible.

“How foolish. Why did you suddenly change your mind? Logically, there’s no reason for you to refuse this offer.”

The apostles offered vast sums of money and ‘some information’ for the assassination and delivery of Angela.

“Sorry, but I’m not interested in my blood relatives. It’s been years since I last saw them on the battlefield.”

Her family.

According to the apostles, there was still a bloodline somewhere that was uniquely alive.
They promised to reveal who that was if she successfully completed the mission.

“But I’ve already found something more important than that. So it’s unnecessary now.”
“How foolish. No, are you really that stupid?”

Stella maintained her original atmosphere.
It seemed somewhat relaxed but carried an air of tension as if walking on thin ice.

“It’s not too late. Go kill Princess Angela right now and bring me her corpse. Wipe out all her followers too.”

Fwoosh!

A brilliant fireball rose behind her.

“Already, distortion has begun, so your actions are acts of rebellion that threaten the world’s existence. And rebellion is punishable.”

The fireball transformed into wings of flame and a halo.
It resembled an angel descending to earth to punish the sinners.

“…Distortion and destruction, whatever. I don’t care.”

Facing Scarlet.
Kwonma subtly lifted her palm.

“Anyone who touches what’s mine is an enemy.”
“Indeed. With you here, destruction cannot occur.”

As the wings of the flame fluttered, a massive fireball gathered before Scarlet.

Shuuuuu!

“Turn to ashes, little one trapped in a leash.”

A mass of fire and light, like the sun, flew toward Marco.

“His friends.”
“Yes, boss.”
“Listen to me carefully.”

Marco took a stance and grinned.
Her sharp fangs glinted, highlighting her fierce persona.

“From now on, get the hell out of here. I’ll take care of that pigeon-like creature.”
“Understood!”
“Please win, boss!”

The members sent their trust back to her as they turned to flee.
They knew that they would only be a hindrance, not help.

So, it was best to escape as far away and safely as possible to lighten the boss’s burdens.

Woosh!

Once the family had left, Marco exhaled a sigh of relief.

“I’ve always wanted to go toe-to-toe with one of you.”

The ‘Apostles of the Apocalypse,’ who were practically legendary among ordinary people.
Ever since she realized they existed, Marco’s fists had been itching to get a hold of one.

‘Though I’m not an upper-tier apostle,’
the Fourth Apostle was a decent start.

“Magic Fist Style, Fourth Form.”

Marco’s fist moved.

“Heaven and Earth Reversal”

Wrooooom—-!

As the fireball touched her fist, it smashed into the ground and evaporated.

Fsshhhh…

A crimson pit ignited, as if a meteor had fallen.

“Seems like it was a decisive strike, but what a disappointment? You pretty little thing.”
“The blessings of the end will be equal for all….”

Fwirrrr!

The fiery wings flared even higher.

“Everything shall return to ash and be recreated anew.”

*

“Will that really suffice?”
“Yes, it’s enough.”
“You were speaking as if you’d buy a lot, weren’t you?”
“I also have a conscience, you know.”

I gathered a few plain pants and shirts.
Plain clothes that don’t stand out as much as possible.

“Hm. It seems there are many types of men’s clothes….”

Reina touched her chin as she gazed at the men’s clothing display.
This was a ‘men’s only apparel’ store.

“Of course, there weren’t no male clothing shops in my previous life, but….”
It never had this kind of scale, elegance, and pretty ambiance.

‘Ugh, I can’t adapt.’

I casually tossed several items into the shopping basket and headed to the checkout.

“Here to check out….”
“Oh my?! Oh my oh my oh my, you’re so cute!”

The dog-eared girl sitting at the cashier looked at me and wagged her tail.

‘Um.’
Something.
I had a feeling of unease.

“Hahaha… thank you. Anyway, can we check out….”
“Wait a sec, big bro! I think this outfit would suit you perfectly!”
“No, it’s alright….”
“You can’t just stand by when a guy like you is right here! A fashion design major can’t sit idly!”
“Uh…….”
“Just try it on! You don’t have to buy it! I-I’ll even gift it to you if needed…!”

The store owner, ears drooping and tail wagging wildly.
I subtly turned my head to ask Reina for help.

“……!”

She caught my signal, came closer, and said flatly.
“Go ahead and do whatever.”
“I’m excited! Just wait there for 30 seconds!”

No.
Professor.

When I shot her a look of grievance, Reina subtly curled her lips in a smile.
“I told you it’s a waste.”
“…….”
Damn it.