Gaming Badly in DxD

“What are you working on, Zuzu?” I blinked, looking to the side as Rias unpromptedly sat down beside me.

It was a bit over noon already, and a Sunday. We had a late breakfast with the group, followed by the ever-expected teasing since both Rias and I had arrived together, with hastily put-on clothes and our hair a mess.

Sadly enough, I had missed the moment a hungry Mittelt had been giving a sleepy Koneko a piggy-back ride, only to get to the kitchen.

Why did I have to miss such a sight? Fate was a cruel mistress indeed.

“Eh… remember when I blessed you and Sona?” I asked the girl who had taken a rest on my shoulder.

“How could I?” Rias smiled. “I can still feel the after-effects. Not only that, but my demonic power reserves got bigger. I’ll say… by a tenth?”

“Why? Are you trying to replicate it?” I nodded.

While Rias looked in curiosity, I had a small ball of, well, divine energy dancing around in my palm. It was the size of a marble, and it was, currently, all the divine energy I had in my body at the moment.

“Yup… Apparently, Gods don’t just get their energy back with time… or, well, I don’t.” I shrugged, closing my palm and absorbing the golden glow back into my body. “After I blessed you and Sona as a joke, my ‘pool’ of this energy dipped low, and now I have so little that I can’t use it properly.”

The redhead frowned, and I took the moment to lift her by placing a hand under her legs and sitting her on my lap. A place she took with gusto as she nuzzled my chest even as her face was scrunched in concentration.

“You look cute when deep in thought~” I kissed her head, which made her face erupt in a blush, concentration broken.

“Mouuu… And here I was trying to help.”

I raised an eyebrow at the pouting devil before engulfing her in a hug and repeatedly planting kisses on her head.

“H-heyyy! Knock it off!” I did not, indeed, relent my assault, and Rias ended up a giggling mess in my arms. “Zuzuuuu…”

Of course, she barely struggled to get out of my grip, so it made her twice as cute in my eyes.

“You’re way too adorable.” I complimented, and then smiled wryly. “Even yesterday night… Seems my King likes lovey-dovey action while also being a massive pervert~”

And that made her flush twice as bad. I was quite impressed by how dark red her face was.

Maybe blood flow worked with anime logic for devils?

“Y-you…! Shut up! Y-you can’t talk about that…!” Her fists batted softly against my chest while she pouted. “Never of the nevers! You hear?!”

“Sure, sure…” Chuckling, I pet her head. Which made her pout again. “Cute~”

Rias huffed, grumbled under her breath, and got up from my lap. “Sona may be onto something. You can be quite irritating…”

Sticking out my tongue, much to a mock-gasp from the crimson princess, I stretched as I got up, thinking about, well… what I would do today.

“Hmm… Just hope this time I didn’t land a bullseye…” To that, Rias looked at me questioningly, and in my distraction, I shrugged and answered. “Yeah, like with Koneko. I should probably read if devil pregnancies are… any different…”

I turned my head slowly, looking directly in the eyes of a blank-faced Rias. “...than human ones.”

I… maybe alcohol does affect me a little. The words just slipped by me without thinking! Was it a sequel to the brain damage?!

“Rias…?” I waved a hand in front of the devil’s face. “You there?”

Thinking I made a mistake, I stood completely straight when Rias spoke, voice blank, with unfocused eyes.

“Koneko is pregnant?”

I could only give an impish smile… and extend my arms while doing jazz hands. “Surprise…?” She did not look amused, but she didn’t look much like anything, considering the blank expression and vacant gaze.

“Look, a distraction!” I pointed behind her, and much to my amazement, Rias did turn around.

Of course, she immediately turned once more with a frown.

Thinking on the fly, I stepped in front of Rias and stole a kiss from her lips. Then, as she was rebooting with wide eyes, I pulled out the Hourglass Pike and tore a hole through reality by slashing the air.

“[Portal Spear]!” And immediately jumped through.

“Zatren Fumigami, come back here!” Rias shouted behind me. “YOU KNOCKED UP MY ROOK!”

“And I’ll take full responsibility!” I laughed back as the rift closed on her face.

Man, I’m getting an earful about that later, aren’t I?

-X-x-X-

Inside the living room, Koneko was comfortable clinging to Mittelt for warmth, with the Fallen girl looking equal parts confused and curious while using her phone to search through the devilnet.

“I don’t mind, but… are you always this clingy?” Mittelt asked absent-mindedly, even as she scratched Koneko behind the ears.

‘’Not… usually, no.’’ The Nekoshou, half asleep, nuzzled into the girl's lap until her eyes widened, and a frown took over her face. “I feel that my mate did something stupid.”

Mittelt raised an eyebrow, putting her phone aside and offering a smirk. “When doesn’t he?”

At that, the other girl gave a nod. “True… and to think that idiot is the father of my kittens…”

“You’re pregnant?” Mittelt blinked, shocked at the revelation.

Understanding fell on Koneko’s face before she groaned. The fact had just slipped from her mouth like an idiot!

“Yeah. Just… don’t tell-”

“Koneko! You’re pregnant?!” The squealing voice of Rias cut through the conversation with the same tact as her entrance.

And judging by the cracking noise the wooden door had made when smashing against the wall. It wasn’t much.

Koneko groaned, louder this time.

-X-x-X-

“I’m pretty sure everything is alright.” I lied as naturally as I breathed once I had popped out the other side of my Skill.

My totally not route of escape landed me around the outskirts of Kuoh.

Of course, the way it works is that I could only portal to a previously ‘saved’ point. So, this location wasn’t just randomly placed because in case I needed to make a hasty exit.

…Pinky promise.

I looked into the thicket surrounding Kuoh. This particular green landscape was especially memorable to me.

Since it was the place where “Canon” de-railed the fuck off.

In just a few minutes of walking, I found myself in a green clearing with a destroyed building right around the middle. A dirt path connected the Old Church to the forest, and by the small amount of trash, like cigarettes and soda cans, piled near the remodeled church, I could guess that this place had become a hangout place for teenagers.

Teenagers who were currently occupying the area.

“Yo, what are you doing on our turf, punk?” I raised an eyebrow in the direction of the voice.

A group of students wearing a dark red school uniform approached me. Wearing their uniforms open and without a tie, or outright tying it around their waists and only wearing the white undershirt.

Oh, there was a cute girl around them, too. Lucky them, I guess.

The moment I noticed every eye on me, I flexed a smidge of demonic power, and every single teen that was looking at me now had a blank gaze.

“Yeah, so… go out on your way… back to class, I guess?” Were they using the uniform as a gang uniform, or did they really have class on a Sunday? “And go change for the better or something. I don’t know.”

Ignoring now the small group of teens grabbing their things and leaving the premises, I praised Lucifer for making hypnosis a basic devil trait.

“Now…” I hummed while looking at the pile of rubble that was previously a run-down church. “Let’s see if that crazy son of a bitch left any clue about Kokopuff here.”

-X-x-X-

“Concrete… cobblestone… a dead squirrel, ew.” To dig through all of the remains without making the basement collapse further, I had to shove the big pieces into my inventory, and what I didn’t, I shoved into the spear.

Truly, a genius tactic.

“Why did you put the dead squirrel here?!”

Ignoring the complaints of my partner with an amused smile, I finally managed to put most of the rubble away, giving me access to… an open-roofed basement.

“Yep, a dragon going through it would do that.” It was a mess, and going through it would take… a boringly long time.

So, I cheated.

“Time for you to be useful again, buddy.” Skill Fusion whirred to life, and thanks to its most recent use, it had gained a few more levels.

Enough to do this.

With a mental command, Tracking, Investigate, and Observe ceased to exist, and something new took its place.

Not as leveled, and probably not as good as Observe was right now, but that was only because Observe had been maxed out before this.

[Analysis] Lv 25(0%)

The ability to use magic to directly inform your brain about its surroundings and the people in them.

Allows you to obtain information and details of the things in your range that would otherwise be impossible to get.

“Whoa, that’s… weird.” A single second of activating the new skill, it was like the entire room was mapped into my brain. And, like one of those investigation games, I saw every item remaining in the basement like an interactable, glowing item.

A few discarded trinkets, like old medical supplies and some bandages, which I quickly absorbed into my weapon.

“Why do you insist on using one’s divine form as a trash disposal, dear consort?” Jinzui complained with a whimper. I could even see a mental image of a chibi her pouting in my head

…

I paused one moment from my raccoon work, grabbed the chain from my neck, and placed a kiss on top of the red gem.

“It’s not ’trash disposal’, don’t be silly. Every little item is a stat increase, which will make us go further.” I explained with a smile and rubbed circles on the red gem of the chain. ‘’If it makes you feel better, I can get some roses to put inside, too~’’

“...Alright.” The way Jinzui agreed when shown a bit of love was amusing and adorable.

“Love you, dear.” I put the chain under my shirt and felt its warmth against my chest.

“...~♡”

Right. Moving on from that, the rest of the room had little more to go over. Some broken cupboards that held nothing of importance.

Rotten or old furniture which… oh fuck turn that OFF. I don’t need to know what Kalawarna did with these!

“Shit… good thing I burned that bitch to a crisp.” I patted myself on the back… and proceeded to set fire to the entire couch with a push of demonic power for good measure. “Hm?”

“Now, that’s a bit more interesting.” After burning the couch to ashes, a new little something appeared when I used Analysis once more.

Hidden compartment. On the floor. Marks. Marks where the couch was.

I stomped hard around the cinders that the couch left behind, and where the voices in my head said.

The following click on the floor, along with a floorboard giving out, reassured me that, sometimes, schizophrenia was a tool.

Inside the floorboard was one of those standard exorcist guns, along with those light-swords. Yet, there was also something more: a folder.

Just a bit of skimming through the papers inside gave me enough of a good feeling.

Some names of people I didn’t recognize, along with one I certainly did, at the end of every document or message. Kokabiel, Cadre of the Grigori.

Besides that, I got directions to what appeared to be hidden bases. Yet, there was a problem; I didn’t recognize any of these in Kuoh. And there weren’t any specific landmarks stated on the papers. Probably as a means of secrecy.

You have made progress in the Quest: [Big Bad Kokopuff]!

Apparently, the Cadre was a lot more cunning than one would expect.

Well, he did steal the Excalibur Fragments under the Church’s nose, did he not? That takes some merit.

Objective:

Find and raid the locations of Kokabiel’s hidden bases [0/3].

However, my face dropped when I read one particular line at the end of the folder.

Project: Complete Sword.

Information Confidential until authorized by the main branch: I325.

“...And what the fuck does that mean?” I tilted my head in curiosity before the ringing of my phone distracted me.

‘Unidentified number…?’ I shrugged, picking up the call. “Hello?”

“Good afternoon, Zatren-san. I hope today finds you well.” In a formal tone, none other than Tsubaki’s voice came from the other side. “Are you busy?”

Looking around and pinging the entire room with Analysis left me with nothing more of interest, so I shrugged.

“Just finished with something, so I’m free. What is it?” I smirked, playfulness dripping from my tone. “Don’t tell you want some more pastries…?”

“No! I-I mean… yes, maybe later… It’s another matter entirely.” And just like that, her professionalism crumbled like a cookie. HA! “Have you… Contacted Sona lately?”

“Can’t say I have. Wasn’t she on vacation?”

“Well, you see… she has been awfully stressed lately, and I worry that she may not be getting that much rest.” I frowned, nodding along with her words. “And she’s not picking up her phone. So, I just wanted to know if you contacted her, that’s all.”

I hummed, noticing the worry in Tsubaki’s tone. Truly, if anything, I had been quite a pain on the neck of my bespectacled King. And I feel she’s the type to not properly relax even during vacation.

“Do you know where she went?” In the meantime, I leaped outside the old church’s basement and dropped the big chunks of rubble back in their place.

“I… think it was Italy?” Italy, huh? Odd choice. Isn’t that where the Vatican is? “Why?”

“Just curious.” I smiled before deviating. “I’ll get you some pastries done in a few, alright? Have a nice weekend~”

I hung up with Tsubaki’s stutterings as her last response before twirling my phone around my fingers as if it were a pen.

“Now… how the fuck do I get to Italy?”

-X-x-X-

As the sun started to set and the sky turned a beautiful shade of orange, I found my answer as I got closer and closer to my target.

I looked up at the apartment complex, took a glance around to make sure there was no one around.

And leaped.

“Wooo!” I extended my arms as I soared through the air, wind hitting my face as I cleared five floors in a single jump. I wasn’t even using Reinforcement, only pure physical might.

Before I could keep going upwards and clear the entire building, I gripped the emergency stairs from the seventh floor, did a flip, and landed perfectly on my feet.

“Them acrobatics be acrobating.” I nodded sagely with a satisfied huff before turning to the window nearest to me.

“Old man! Open up!” I called and smacked the door a few times. “Else I’m just smashing the window open!”

It didn’t even take a few seconds before the window opened. On the other side was a bemused Azazel, who raised an eyebrow in my direction.

“Kid… couldn’t you have like… used the door?” He questioned, biting his inner cheek to not laugh. “Could have just called, too.”

I looked down at the entire distance I cleared in a single jump. “And climb the stairs? Nah.” I sniffed.

Unaffected by the leader of the Grigori not acknowledging my clearly superior climbing method, I opened my inventory and took out the folder I found hours ago.

“Got you something right here.” I smiled, noticing an interested glee enter the Fallen’s eye.

Yet, before he could reach the folder with his hand, I took it away. “Ep-ep-ep! But I need a favor in exchange.”

The Fallen sighed, but nodded with a smile. If I had the wrong impression, I’ll say that he was relieved I wanted something in exchange for this.

“Name your price.” He gestured for me to come inside while getting away from the open window.

Climbing through, I patted myself over and raised an eyebrow as the Fallen started searching through his highest placed cupboard.

“Right, so…” I frowned before several ideas came to mind. “I want one of the Vritra Sacred Gears.”

Azazel faltered, almost dropping the bottle of whisky he had just gotten out of a cupboard, and turned to me, completely bug-eyed.

Actually, I didn’t even know if the man held those. It was something I remember being mentioned in my past life, but it was doubtful if it was a complete flop or actual information. Yet, judging by his reaction? The man probably had what I wanted.

“I also need you to get me to Italy.” I kept going, grin going wider as I made the Fallen falter again.

I also saw that he had put the bottle back… and grabbed another one. ‘Does that say 80% alcohol graduation?’

“And…” I tapped my chin before snapping my fingers as if realization struck. “You need to have a meeting with Mittelt. I am not having my girl remain with daddy issues because her father is a deadbeat.”

I looked in fascination as my words seemed to act like a blow to the stomach for the man.

“Jesus Christ, kid.” He raised an eyebrow at me as his entire body shook. As if I had just beaten him black and blue. “How do you even know about the Vritra pieces? And… Italy? Do you have a death wish? That place is infested by church activity.”

“Nah, I’ll win.” I shrugged. And for some reason, the man looked at me like I was an alien or something. “Just check this and tell me if my price is wrong.”

I threw the folder at Azazel, which he quickly caught and started browsing over. The man had even put down his whisky bottle.

To be honest… I didn’t know if the information there was enough to get me what I needed. For all I knew, it was just a bunch of nonsense, or long-known information for the Cadre.

But I had a good feeling.

“Shit…” Azazel groaned, going through the folder again. And then one more time for good measure, before staring at me with seriousness I didn’t expect. “Right. Kid, all of what you asked? Done. The last thing I was already going to do anyway, and the second one is child’s play.”

I blinked.

Just like that…? Huh. Maybe there was something very important within those bases.

Also, it’s good to know the man planned to visit his daughter either way. And the Vritra piece would do wonders for Sachi.

Look at me go! For once, I was being greedy for other people.

“That was quick.” Still, I played it up a bit, nodding to the folder in his hand. “Need some help with that?”

Now the Cadre was looking at me like I had lost my mind.

“Kid, I’ll say, you get absurdly strong, very quick. Our last meeting was days ago, and you could beat yourself black and blue right now—” Well, thanks for the compliment, father-in-law, I’ll try to make sure it doesn’t inflate my ego that much. “—But you have deep affiliations with the Devils, and are in solid ground with the Satans. There’s no chance someone in the church ISN’T aware of you by now.”

I… wasn’t even going to ask how he knew that. From my understanding, there was no one who could have told him— Ah, wait. Kuroka was part of Vali’s group, right? And she was around Kuoh. Maybe that’s why I haven’t seen her lately. She is a criminal, after all, and the Satans would be very glad to have a dangerous element like her contained.

I wondered, how was Vali doing? Like, his eternal rival and whatnot was killed, and the dude was absolutely obsessed with getting stronger. Something about beating his grandpa…? Whatever.

As for my response to Azazel, I chuckled before pulling something from my inventory.

A pair of rectangular glasses with a black, perfectly built frame.

Azazel looked in curiosity as I put them on… and suddenly shot up in alert with an incredulous expression.

Muttering under his breath, he started circling me around like a vulture. Poking and prodding at my clothing and my hair as I watched in amusement. He even went as far as to rub his eyes.

Yet, no matter how he looked, his shock didn’t vanish. That would do, really. Superman glasses do be like that.

Clark Kent Glasses (DC Comics)

While in reality, Superman can avoid being discovered by the masses thanks to changing his whole mannerisms around people, you don’t have such an ability. Instead, these glasses have an obscuring effect that makes people not identify you as ‘Zatren Fumigami’, unless you allow them to.

I knew this shit would come in handy.

“Okay, fine.” The man finally relented, turning around and taking a swing of whisky directly from the bottle before pointing at me with a frown. “But you’re letting me examine those glasses later.”

I threw my head back in laughter and extended a hand, which he clasped a moment later.

“It’s a deal then,” I stated, watching as the Devil contract formed instantaneously.

…

‘Huh, did my divine energy just go up?’

-X-x-X-

“Could I get an autograph from that one magical girl on TV?”

“I… actually need some help with moving out.”

“Devil-dono! I beg you, I forgot the anniversary with my wife, could you make a chocolate cake right now?”

That, and some other mundane tasks, were what I did the rest of the day. Sure, making contracts as a devil never gave me much strength, but it was part of the job.

I wasn’t complaining, but… how busy or lazy are these people? Yes, I knew we charged very low for jobs relating to mundane tasks. Basically, as long as the job was completely non-magical, it would cost very little.

However, I wasn’t taking contracts because of the meager increase in Demonic Power or being a good Samaritan, no.

When I made that deal with Azazel, it struck me as odd that I had managed to regain a small part of divine energy. So, I just had to try again.

Color me surprised when, once I finished a random contract to search for someone’s pet, my divine energy went up once more.

‘Faith.’ That was what I mainly used to get divine energy. However, faith didn’t specifically mean worship.

All of the people I helped today? They had faith that I could solve their problems, help them with their tasks, or help them somewhat, and by involving myself directly with a contract, I used their faith in me to regain a small bit of divine energy.

Was it a slow process? Sure as fuck it was.

Would it be much faster if I, say, go into an isolated village in Japan and start curing diseases and summoning great downpours for them to raise their crops, making them worship me like a living, walking, proper Deus?

Probably yes, but that was just asking to get shanked just for the sake of it.

By the time the moon was high in the air, I had already tripled the amount of Divine Energy I had at my disposal. Now, I was more than eager to put it to the test and see what more I could do with it.

“Mn… strange,” I muttered while walking to the doorstep of my home. “I feel like I’m… forgetting something?”

“Senpai.” A cold shiver went down my spine.

I turned to the side, and right there was the form of my petite Nekoshou girlfriend. Dressed in nothing but an oversized black hoodie and a pair of sandals.

However, unlike usual, her ears stood straight. Her tail was poofy, and the glare she was directing my way would have killed a lesser man three times.

‘Ah… so that’s what I was forgetting.’ Rias probably exhausted the girl. Either with questions, her gushing, or maybe even dragged her to buy things for babies.

Even as I offered a nervous smile, Koneko’s glare didn’t soften one bit as she approached while cracking her knuckles.

“I’ll allow you your last words.” She said, as if it were a mercy.

“Have I ever told you just how beautiful you are?” I, of course, went into self-preservation mode instantly. “Especially in casual clothes. Oh, and that frown, it really sells that adorable, cute but angry look.”

Koneko faltered, and even as her face tightened into a frown, I could tell that my words were working by her cheeks getting ever so slightly rosy.

I took the chance, and with her lowered guard, I started petting her head, just behind the ears, while holding her chin.

Her body stilled completely before those cute cat ears of hers started to twitch, and her tail started swaying from side to side.

“...You won’t get out of this that easily, you sly fuck.” Koneko hissed, but her head still nuzzled against my hand.

“I know, I know…” I smiled, pushing our bodies close until her head rested against my chest. “I’ll make it up to you, okay? How about some fresh cookies, hm? Buttery ones? Chocolate chip?”

As Koneko’s face got a darker shade of red, I placed a kiss on her forehead and put the final nail in the coffin that was her anger, built on my mental image of a chibi Rias dragging a sleepy Koneko around excitedly.

“I’ll make some heart-shaped ones, and we can share them with Rei.” Her eyes widened, with her entire body stilling as we locked eyes. “Have some family time, what do you say?”

And all of a sudden, I had a very clingy kitty purring and hugging me close like I was a teddy bear.

“I’ll… like that...” She whispered very quietly, pressing her blushed face against my chest.

‘Oh, she went practically non-verbal.’ With a nod, I wondered. ‘Could this girl get any more adorable?’

The answer my heart gave was: obviously yes. On another point, crisis averted!

‘You’re a danger to all women, dear consort…’ I ignored Jinzui’s dreamy sigh by taking her words as a compliment while I walked back inside with a purring kitty attached to my hip.

-X-x-X-

Bonus Scene: Dire Situation.

-Azazel-

I entered my office with a headache already, throwing the documents on my desk along with the high stack of papers that had accumulated in my absence. Immediately, I could hear someone entering the room right behind me.

I didn’t even have time to take a seat before she started talking my ear off.

‘’Lord Azazel! Where have you been? These documents were reports from a week ago that I needed you to sign, but you were nowhere to be found!’’ Benemune, a beautiful woman with a body for days and a mane of purple hair that did all the more to highlight her bright orange eyes, a cute button nose, with the addition of glasses to give off the perfect calm secretary look. ‘’Are you listening to me, Azazel?’’

That was, if she wasn’t so stuck-up in matters of paperwork, responsibility, and rules. Way too strict for my liking.

‘’For someone who fell for bedding a human man, you sure don’t know how to relax, Penemue…’’ I verbally jabbed, watching as the woman stilled and started glaring at me instead of speaking. ‘Silence, at long last!’

‘’We have more important matters than some documents, reports, and whatnot. So, unless someone is dying, dead, or Serafall has covered half our territory with an ice mountain again, this takes priority.’’ Right, I hated to break out the serious tone. It was such an annoyance to actually be in charge, but sometimes it was needed. ‘’Catch.’’

Benemune, who had suddenly fallen silent with a worried expression at the seriousness of my tone, caught the folder I just threw at her, and started skimming through the pages.

‘’This is…’’ Her eyes widened with dread, looking between me and the folder, as if trying to make heads or tails of the situation. ‘’…Is this a reliable source? These are… so many of our troops.’’

‘’Could we take the coin flip that the information is actually inaccurate?’’ I fired back, knowing very well we couldn’t.

Because inside that little folder? There were a bunch of communication reports. Ones NOT in my desk or database, because most of them had the seal of approval of Kokabiel himself.

All manner of Fallen. There were only some names, but there were certain departments inside the Grigory mentioned.

The name of an odd scientist here, a Middle-Class Fallen there. Small things, but once compiled so high up, it led to an awful picture of countless brothers and sisters of ours betraying the organization to work with the war monger, somehow.

And we couldn’t just tear apart the entire divisions even if all of this information was correct. Who was willingly betraying us, and who was coerced, maybe even threatened, to aid Kokabiel in his quest to doom us all?

‘I’m going to send that bastard to Michael above…’ I grumbled internally, feeling my headache getting worse.

‘’What do you propose we do, sir?’’ Benemune, now a lot more collected, asked while putting the folder back in front of me. With a simple gesture, she also cleared the pile of reports on my desk, stored to be read another day. ‘’Should I organize a meeting with the Cadres?’’

That was the only small mercy we had for now. Not a single name or position of a Cadre that wasn’t Kokabiel was mentioned, but was that true, or were these documents a cover?

‘’No.’’ I huffed. ‘’We need to search more, we cannot risk any of this filtering outside, however… call for Baraqiel.’’

Because I’ll be accepted back into heaven and enter celibacy before that man would risk his daughter’s life for such a petty thing as ‘the glory of the Fallen’. The man already wanted to tear the warmonger a new asshole after sending some of our troops to Kuoh.

‘’As for those locations…’’ I continued, thinking about the three bases in Italy, close to the Vatican itself, that were mentioned in the documents.

‘’I have someone who could help… but he won’t be able to just do it alone.’’ Zatren Fumigami, the guy was a little monster filled with potential, but potential alone won’t be enough for this. ‘’Call Vali for me, will you?’’

I bet that youngling was eager to finally stretch his wings. And, who knows, maybe he’ll find a worthy opponent in Zatren. Maybe even good enough to take him out of that funk that has been plaguing him recently.

‘’At once, Lord Azazel.’’ Benemune nodded and was about to cross the door before I cleared my throat. With a raised eyebrow, she turned back to me. ‘’Something else, Azazel?’’

I mused it over, but no matter how I thought about it, I still had no idea how to go about it.

‘’Penemue, how would you greet a daughter you didn’t know you had for more than a decade and a half?’’ I asked.

And of course, she blinked before her face fell in realization.

‘’Lord Azazel, what did you do now?!’’ And the shout-show started once more.

‘Ughhhh, could you be quieter, woman? My head is killing me!’ Kokabiel, I swear on our dead father, that I’ll skin your wings and make myself a coat with them!

-X-x-X-

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Author's Note:

Bit of a fluff-filled chapter. I always feel like those are nice after action-scenes. We also know how the plot is going! Next destination: Italy!

Good old pizza and, uh, pasta... and shouting really loud? Yessir!

In the making of this chapter, I wondered how funny would it be for there to be a Magical Airlines. Imagine there's a mana/magic detector inside the metal detector, and if it goes off you get pulled aside by some overworked goblin. ''Alright sir, I need you to empty your pockets. Yes, interdimensional pockets and Inverory's, too. Last time, some random kirito-looking ass tried to pull magic crystals through.''

Anyway! I have SIX more chapters on my if you guys want to support me along the way, have a good weekend!

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