Lord Raum is on a top-secret mission.

"We’ve come quite a long way in. Is it really around here?" "Yes, I’m certain. By cross-referencing terrain data with intelligence from our infiltrators, we’ve confirmed it’s just ahead." "It’s hard to believe. A smuggling mafia building a hideout in a place like this... and colluding with the local lord behind the scenes, no less." "They say truth is stranger than fiction. This really shows just how cunningly they’ve kept everything under wraps. Lord Paimon, the Governor of the Southern Territory, was left speechless when I reported it." "I’ve heard rumors about that smuggling mafia. Apparently, they move illegally between the Demon Realm and the Human Realm, smuggling contraband from both worlds to rake in massive profits." "Indeed. What’s particularly troublesome is that they use our medicinal herbs and magic stones to manufacture hallucinogens—what humans call 'drugs'—and distribute them through human dealers. Our herbs and stones are rich in magical energy—elements that are now rare in the Human Realm. Consequently, humans become far more severely addicted than demons do. It’s incredibly dangerous; just a few uses can drive someone to madness or, in the worst cases, even cause death." "They’re peddling that sort of thing to humans!? And without a shred of conscience—doing it purely for their own profit...!" "What a bunch they are!" "Hush! Keep your voice down, Vice Admiral. We have already entered enemy territory. They’ve set up not only concealment barriers to deceive the senses but also magical detection traps everywhere. If we’re discovered here, the infiltration mission will be ruined." "M-my apologies." "The plan calls for the Navy special forces unit under your command—'Sea Serpent'—to launch a simultaneous, multi-pronged attack on the enemy mansion. Amidst that chaos, I will infiltrate the boss's estate, rendezvous with an operative inside, and seize the relevant documents and items. Once that’s done, I’ll make an immediate escape. Is that clear?" "Understood. But will you be alright on your own? Perhaps it would be better to assign a few of my men to assist you..." "That won't be necessary. Just as combat is your specialty, intelligence operations are ours. Please do not underestimate us." "I see. My apologies. In that case, I shall focus on my own mission." "I’m counting on you, Vice Admiral. To repay the Navy for its cooperation, I will see my mission through to the very end...!" Three hours until sunset—the moment the operation begins!