MTLNOVEL Chapter 17: Diplomat of the Digital World
Moss signaled to Astamon, Mushroomon, Otamamon, Gekomon, and Kunemon with her eyes.
"…I can't see your eyes," Astamon thought.
Moss—or rather, Angewomon—had a mask covering her eyes. Since it didn't interfere with her vision, she often forgot about it.
"Let's go."
Moss stretched her long legs and walked toward the food street.
"Wait for me!" Astamon and the other Digimon quickly followed.
In the Fairy Tail world, Moss's revealing Angewomon outfit wasn't unusual. Some mages there dressed even more boldly than she did.
But in the human world of Digimon Savers (Data Squad), where there were no Digimon around, it was essentially a modern city.
Here, her attire looked like something straight out of an anime—bizarre, striking, and impossible to ignore.
Just standing there made her a scene-stealer, drawing everyone's attention!
As soon as Moss stepped onto the food street, she felt countless eyes lock onto her.
"Who even wears something like that in public? S-So shameless…"
"So bold!"
"And so BIG!"
"No taste. Those legs, though—absolute perfection!"
"Is she a cosplayer?"
"Hey, Miss! Over here!"
Jeering, admiration, and catcalls flooded in.
Some men stared so intently that even when their jealous girlfriends pinched them, they didn't flinch. The girlfriends were seething.
Even the food show crew and the female reporter on-site turned to Moss, eyes gleaming with excitement.
Though their show was about food, a drop-dead gorgeous bombshell suddenly showing up was guaranteed to skyrocket tonight's ratings.
"…I feel so exposed," Moss shivered.
Even the wind against her skin felt cold.
After training in the Fairy Tail world, she thought she had outgrown embarrassment and could be confident anywhere.
But apparently, she had overestimated herself.
Humans were social creatures, and shame was environmental.
In Fairy Tail, where revealing outfits were normal, her self-consciousness was low. But in a modern city where most people dressed conservatively, her embarrassment skyrocketed.
"Would a pervert even have these kinds of feelings?" Angewomon's voice echoed in her mind, surprised.
"Why are you insulting me!?" Moss snapped.
"I'm just repeating what you said before. How is that an insult?"
"Ugh…" Moss felt like she had boomeranged herself.
A joke she made half a month ago just hit her right in the face.
Angewomon smirked internally.
If Moss was feeling embarrassed, that meant her perversion level was dropping. That meant her guidance was working!
Yes!
She had to keep this up!
"Forget it."
Moss steadied herself, pushing aside the unnecessary thoughts. Then, under countless gawking eyes, she spread her eight white wings and flew into the air.
"Huh?"
"She's flying? Did I just hallucinate?"
"It has to be wires!"
"But… where are they?"
"Are those wings… real?"
As Moss ascended, people's fascination with her curves instantly turned into shock. Gasps filled the air.
Humans couldn't fly.
Anything that could fly wasn't human.
Silence fell.
Everyone stared at the beautiful golden-haired, eight-winged angel with a mix of awe and fear.
Humans were visual creatures. Even though they realized she wasn't human, their instincts reassured them.
"She's a beautiful angel lady. She must be good, right?"
Moss landed in front of the camera, ignoring the stunned expressions around her. She turned to the female reporter and asked:
"Is this a live broadcast?"
"Y-Yes," the reporter stammered.
Trained as a professional, she quickly recovered and gave a firm answer.
All the while, she stared fixated at Moss's wings.
Gorgeous.
Those wings were real. This was a real angel!
Her entire worldview shattered.
"I should've studied finance instead of journalism…" the reporter thought.
While she was mentally spiraling, Moss faced the camera and spoke:
"I am Angewomon, a diplomat from the Digital World. I demand to speak with your Prime Minister."
Diplomat? Prime Minister!?
This sounded serious!
The reporter's heart raced as she looked at the strange creatures behind Moss.
She had assumed they were people in suits or plush mascots.
But if the winged woman was real, then those things probably weren't human either…
"What the hell are these things!?"
Moss turned back to the camera and declared:
"Your actions are severely disrupting the Digital World's ecosystem. We demand compensation. Otherwise, you will suffer the consequences. Consider this your final warning!"
...
The crowd erupted into a frenzy of whispers.
Because this involved Digimon, DATS—the government's secret anti-Digimon agency—was immediately alerted.
"This is bad. Digimon must never appear in public. DATS, handle it immediately!"
The order came from Commander Hashiba, the bureaucratic superior of DATS.
Short, plain, wearing a beige suit—he looked like a strict, petty office worker. The kind who'd drag things down at a critical moment.
Until now, Digimon appearing in the human world had always been mindless beasts causing chaos.
But this time…
A Digimon was giving a live broadcast.
Calling itself a diplomat.
Demanding to talk to the Prime Minister.
If this was real, it was extremely dangerous.
He was not taking the fall for this.
"I understand," said Captain Satsuma, the leader of DATS.
Unlike the short and unimposing Hashiba, Satsuma was a tall, muscular man with a perpetually stoic expression and dark sunglasses, exuding a mysterious yet dependable aura.
His partner was wrapped around his neck.
At first glance, it looked like a white scarf.
But on closer inspection, it was a small, white fox.
Kudamon!
A Champion-level, Vaccine-type, Holy Beast Digimon.
"A diplomat?"
Kudamon stared at Moss's broadcast, momentarily speechless.
Because this Kudamon wasn't just any Kudamon—it was a Royal Knight, one of the elite guardians serving Yggdrasil, the god of the Digital World.
If the Digital World had an actual diplomat, it should've been him.
"Where did this Angewomon come from, acting like she represents us?" Kudamon thought.
"There's no such thing as a Digital World diplomat," Kudamon muttered.
Satsuma nodded. "Capture those Digimon."
"Yes, sir!"