Gaming Badly in DxD

-Zatren Fumigami-

‘’Wait for us, big sis Rei, big bro Kuroko!’’ The little form of Jack sped through the open field with nay a sound as they played catch with their siblings.

‘’Jack slow. Go faster,’’ Rei said in a flat tone with absolutely zero shame while speeding up in her Arachne form. Eight massive, chitin-coated legs covering more than enough distance to outpace her little sister. ‘’…Kuroko cheating.’’

And indeed, the now massive hydra roared as he swept below and caught Jack’s form between the jaws of one of his heads. As horrifying as the scene could be, Kuroko made sure not to put any pressure on his bite, and it only left Jack laughing while trying to mount one of Kuroko’s heads.

‘’Father, tell Kuroko flying is cheating!’’ Rei complained.

Yet, she made no attempt to stop as she pumped as much magic as she could inside her legs and accelerated at blinding speeds that made the ground almost crack open.

With a chuckle, I shook my head and put my hands in front of my mouth to make sure the girl could hear me. ‘’You cheated first, dearie, fair is fair when all of you are little cheats!’’

I did not have the heart to face my daughter’s pouting, so instead, I merely turned my head to the side, where a frowning Koneko lay against my shoulder while watching the scene, twin tails lazily going back and forth until they wrapped themselves around my waist.

With a content hum, I side-glanced the screen announcing my main quest being completed.

You have completed the Quest: Big Bad Kokopuff!

Rewards:

[3 Gacha Tokens]

[Excalibur Vessel (Stolen)]

[Title: Holy Eraser*]

*[Holy Eraser (Title)]

As a divine being yourself, you just know how to hit to make spiritual and holy beings in the right place to not only break their will, but also their existence.

[Damage done against Spirits/Divine increased]

[Control over Divine Energy increased]

Of course, during the whole ordeal, I managed to take away this ‘Excalibur Vessel’ for myself. I felt that, since it was technically not the Fragments, but a fusion of three of them, the church won’t mind if it mysteriously disappeared, right?

With the battle against Kokabiel over and the following cleanup, there was some time before a conference took place.

I was actually asked to be there by more than one party.

Something, something, ‘passive intermediary’? Because while I’m technically on the Devils’ side, I had actually ‘talked’ with most of the other factions, and both Devils and Fallen vouched for me.

In short, I was a figurehead, but hey, as long as I didn’t do the talking? I was freaking peachy.

‘It’s still going to be a headache, isn’t it?’ I hummed, softly patting Koneko’s thigh. ‘…Wait, could I maybe get my cult going like this, though?’

It was no news that all the Divine energy I’ve been throwing around needed to recharge somehow, even if I had a natural regeneration of it, I would prefer to work with a surplus.

But that was work stuff; right now, I was doing the most important thing.

Which was, happily watching my kids get along while hugging the mother of my future half-fish, half-cat babies.

‘’I talked to my sister.’’ Koneko cut through the silence with a hum, looking lazily at the distance. ‘’…I think you were right.’’

‘’Like always, yeah.’’ Koneko slowly turned with a deadpan stare that I couldn’t help but place a kiss on. ‘’So…? Did you have an emotional moment? Siblings reuniting after the tragedy? A hug, at least?’’

‘’…The latter.’’ She huffed in amusement, clinging to my chest with a sleepy look. ‘’…I don’t know if I’m ready to forgive her, Senpai.’’

I placed a kiss on top of her head. With a little shift, I let the girl sit on my lap, and I placed an open hand on top of her belly bump. The reassuring warmth was more than enough for the cat to start the purr-gine.

‘’That’s alright. Even if she’s not Senjutsu crazy, she’s still a little crazy, and considering she left you in the dark for so long? Sheesh…’’ For a moment, we stayed silent, merely enjoying the embrace, until I asked. ‘’So, uh… did she tell you about the other—‘’

‘’She wants you to fuck her stupid, yes.’’ Not even perfectly leveled ground could be flatter than Koneko’s tone as she sighed. ‘’…And also about my… healing method.’’

Ah, that.

From what Kuroka told me, the process to connect Koneko’s soul to mine so she could syphon the energy she needed to remain awake was oddly intimate; something called Bouchujutsu.

In short, a process where man and woman join their life force together to accelerate healing to a tremendous rate, or, in this case, to connect one soul to another and achieve this sort of ‘spiritual syphoning’ that Koneko needed.

Healing by sex, now that’s something I’ll expect from this world.

‘’And?’’ I asked. ‘’You don’t have to agree to the former if you don’t want to. I told her that one of the conditions was getting you healed up, but really, the last word goes to you, Koneko.’’

The cat stilled and turned to give me a pointed stare, placing a kiss on my chin. ‘’Stop being reasonable when I’m trying to get mad at you, Senpai.’’

I paused and then nodded in a robotic manner. ‘’Yes, dear.’’

‘Hey, happy wife—Well… girlfriend? Huh…’ I frowned, now doubtful. ‘Should I propose? She is the adoptive mother of three of my children and the biological one of the next three… Yeah, no, I should have proposed some time ago, actually.’

As I mentally debated what sort of ring I could get the catgirl, she nestled herself on my chest, ready for another nap.

‘’I’m okay with it…’’ Suddenly, her tone was a lot shier, but her gaze was twice as intense when she locked eyes with me. ‘’But I’m going to be there, non-negotiable, Schizo-senpai. I’m not losing to that big-tittied wench.’’

I snorted, scratching under the cat girl’s ears and getting only a mild slap to my arm. ‘’Alright then. You won’t see me, of all people, complaining about a threesome with a set of sisters~’’

‘’…I would smack you, but that would mean giving out my pillow.’’ Koneko deadpanned and promptly closed her eyes, securing to my torso like a particularly adorable leech. ‘’Take responsibility or die, Idiot-senpai.’’

‘’I’ll have you know, I always take responsibility for where I stick my dick into.’’ I joked— ‘’Oww…’’

Yep, that did earn me a smack.

Deserved, honestly.

-X-x-X-

-Aika Kiryuu-

‘’Haaa… Man, that divine whatever thing is really no joke.’’ I yawned, stretching far back as I felt a lot of muscles pulling together in the right place. ‘’Hmm… How long was I asleep?’’

Cleaning the sleep off my eyes and ignoring my messy hair, I put on my glasses and walked out of the room in nothing more than a set of pink pajamas with hearts.

After getting turned into a… Devil? Godling? Succubus? I got way too sleepy, I didn’t even have time to try these sexy new powers!

‘I need to get an outfit,’ I decided with an impish grin. ‘Now that would rile that stud up, and maybe I can get my guts re-arranged—Ohhh, wait! Do I have succubus magic? Can I enchant dear old Delinquent Prince into a proper, ruthless beast?!’

This was awesome, the sheer possibilities were making my stomach churn—Groooowl…

‘’Ah, no, that’s just hunger.’’ I patted down my stomach and licked my lips with a frown. ‘’Mouth dry as cardboard, too… I need to get my lip balm.’’

But first, time to raid the kitchen and see if tall, strong, and handsome left something for his little ‘servant’ to eat up… Not like I would mind eating something else directly from the tap—

Wait… If I’m a succubus, can I live off cum?

I blinked, not pausing my stride as I made my way down the stairs. ‘I mean… it sounds hot, but I doubt it beats an actual meal.’

Speaking of, finally, when I got to the kitchen with nothing but the thought of emptying the fridge, I found someone I didn’t recognize already on that endeavor.

A platinum blonde chick, short, and wearing black, half-destroyed fantasy knight armor and a midnight-colored dress below the brittle plates that seemed to be pulling themselves together each second that passed. Yet, a single look told me that she was far from weak. Actually, I’ll say that all that magic around her was a bit too much.

However, I did recognize something in her; the small spark of divine energy that also coursed through me, meaning that… this was another of Delinquen-kun’s pieces?

Suddenly, the woman stopped and turned around with a glare that could put a hole through solid metal… if it wasn’t because she had a bag of chips in one hand, and was currently chewing down a hot dog without using her hands and smearing some mustard on her lip.

‘’Shu dhare—‘’ She paused, as if noticing her current speech impairment before swallowing the hot dog in one fell swoop.

Based and kinky, if you asked me.

‘’You dare sneak up on a Dragon.’’ The woman finally said, looking me up and down. Don’t you worry, lady, I’m doing exactly the same for completely different motives. ‘’However, that energy inside you tells me you are one of Master’s servants, are you not?’’

‘Is she roleplaying a knight of old or something? I mean, kinda fucking hot, considering she called Zatren her master…’ I shot the girl a grin. ‘’His first ‘servant’, actually! Also, that roleplay shtick and armor? Absolutely amazing, did you go to drama school or…?’’

The blonde’s golden eyes narrowed as she stared at me for a few seconds. I tilted my head, confused, but that merely made her sigh in resignation.

‘’…This really is a different place.’’ She muttered something else I couldn’t quite catch before merely nodding. ‘’Let me introduce myself… I am Artoria, our Master’s sword, dragon, or Rook if he needs me to be, and while my current… appearance and manners—‘’ Was she referring to throating that hot dog like a pro? ‘’—are not my most proper, I assure you, my speech and behavior are all true, for before I was a servant, I was a dragon, and before so, a King.’’

I paused, processing the information for a moment. Basically, she was an actual King—No, Queen? I’m starting to get confused here.

‘’Well met, then. I am Aika Kiryuu.’’ I nodded with a massive, knowing grin. ‘’Our dear ‘master’ Bishop, and student, but I don’t have any fancy titles unless you consider being that stud’s bedwarmer something of the like~’’

Artoria deadpanned, and for some reason, I felt that she already knew what type of person I was with my introduction alone… How rude!

‘’Don’t look at me like that, Artoria-chan.’’ I took a step forward and swiftly tried to embrace the woman’s shoulder—Only for her to expertly bend backwards and avoid it. ‘Damn, that flexibility…’

‘’I have no intention of surrogating my body merely by another of Master’s servants' words.’’ She spoke in a dead-serious tone while opening another bag of chips—No, wait, where did the first one go?! ‘’However, if Master desires it so, I have no reason to deny him. After all, of us two, he is the victor of our duel.’’

‘So, not only did that bastard get a hot chick to call him Master while also acting like a prim and proper ‘knight’, but she would also get on her knees and suck him off if he asked?’ My mind was already reeling with the possibilities. ‘…I have to convince him, this is way too hot not to be a part of!’

But first…

‘’Can you pass me something, too?’’ I asked the woman currently guarding the fridge. ‘’I just woke up and all that ‘becoming a servant’ thing is making me starve for real-sies…’’

Finally, did I see a glint of something other than coldness and indifference in the woman’s eyes. A spark of recognition and acknowledgment as she stepped aside and opened the fridge as if it were a vault of hidden treasures.

And it may as well have been, because it was packed to the brim with delicious-smelling food. Were those freaking magic sigils to keep the food fresh?

Magic was fucking awesome!

-X-x-X-

-Zatren Fumigami-

The hallway was filled with five sets of steps as we walked into what would have been once considered ‘enemy ground’. It was a church near the bases of operation used to take down Kokopuff and his army of stooges.

Apparently, those guys decided to be somewhat decent people and act as hosts.

I hummed, trying to keep myself entertained, because one, I was not one for long talks about politics, and two… Well, I don’t know. That’s how bored I was; I couldn’t even come up with reason number two!

‘’Zatren, behave.’’ Sona whisper-hissed from beside me, getting a particularly amused look from Rias and both their Queens.

All of us were wearing Kuoh’s school uniform to separate us from the main political brunt of the devils.

‘’This is a very important meeting, and you should also pay great attention, considering your position, mister.’’ Sona finished off by poking me in the side, making me actually wince a little.

‘’But I’m bored,’’ I whispered back, fake whining, which made Rias shake her shoulders with contained laughter. ‘’How long is this supposed to last anyway…?’’

Sona glared and was about to say something, only getting interrupted by Rias, who smiled and softly cuddled my side by putting my arm between her soft, covered mounds. Playing up the act, I clung to the shorter woman with fake dejection.

I always found it funny how Tsubaki was the first to lose composure when I messed around, considering she had the strictest King of the two present Queens.

‘’Come on now, Sona. Zuzu here has done plenty and managed to secure us the win alongside Gasper.’’ Rias defended me, making me hug her tighter. Truly, of my Two Kings, there was only one benevolent one! ‘’So, cut him some slack, alright? And, if you want him to ‘behave’… how about offering him a reward?’’

A reward…?

Suddenly, Sona’s face changed from dead serious to contemplative, while Rias shot her a knowing grin. In a second, Sona had taken my other side—even if her bust couldn’t quite cover my arm—the two women turned to me with a distinct spark of fire in their eyes.

‘’Maybe you’re right, Rias. Besides, wasn’t our Rook’s blessing that made us push ourselves further than ever, hm?’’ Sona whispered back, a hint of heat in her tone that made something tingle down my spine. ‘’What do you say, Zatren? If you maintain some degree of seriousness during today’s meeting… you’ll get to be rewarded by both of your Kings.’’

The suggestive proposal and the closeness of both women sent heat down my neck. There was no straight man in the world who could keep their cool after that.

I somehow managed to hold back out of divine fucking will, and also because I didn’t want to give Akeno or Tsukabi an entire show.

Well… the latter, mostly, because considering how the half-fallen maintained a perpetual grin and squirmed slightly, I didn’t think she would mind.

‘’You’re both playing with fire, and trust me, you’ll get burnt.’’ I chuckled, placing a quick kiss on both of the girl’s heads before freeing my arms from the confines of their bodies and walking forward. ‘’Now let's get this meeting over with~!’’

‘’See? Told you that would work.’’ Rias whispered.

‘’Hm, indeed. Though egging a man like him on is dangerous.’’ Sona hummed back.

‘I’m not deaf, you know?’ My eyebrow twitched as I pushed the big doors open. ‘Haaa, no matter, let’s just get this done, but please let something be interesting around here.’

The meeting room was nicely decorated with hints of gold and pillars made of marble. Whoever was in charge here was certainly quite wealthy, and while on another occasion, I would be glad to take a look—and a swipe—at the tapestry…

The first thing that I noticed while entering was the presence of two very powerful magical signatures. It didn’t take me long to register them, considering one was Sirzechs Lucifer, who was having an amicable chat with Azazel while the Fallen unashamedly drank from a mug of beer.

The second one, I found around a group of very interesting people. It was a red and white-robed man with flowing blonde hair and intense blue eyes. Also, the halo on top of his head was a clear indicator that he was none other than Michael himself.

Of course, there were more people, from Cadres I didn’t know about, to both Ayuka and Serafall, the latter of whom, surprisingly enough, managed to wear an actual business-lady outfit with a plain skirt and everything.

However, chatting with the two of them, while probably entertaining, wasn’t what caught my eye. Instead, it was a certain Seraphim.

Gabriel, the incredibly beautiful woman who, by presence and appearance alone, simply called out to me and every little fiber of divinity I held inside my body.

Not to mention her reactions—especially when she got embarrassed—were absolutely adorable and much more innocent than I would think of an angel that has lived for more than a few thousand years.

‘Maybe I can entertain myself and behave…’ I chuckled, ignoring the pointed look from Sona at my side as we entered the hall proper. ‘Operation: Try to seduce a Seraphim is a go!’

-X-x-X-

-Sirzechs Lucifer-

‘’May I assume all of us are ready to start this meeting?’’ I spoke calmly, sipping on a cup of tea so graciously offered by our hosts.

Across the room, I met eyes with several people. From Azazel and several of his Cadres, to both mine and Serafall’s respective sisters, my own reassuring company in the form of my Queen… All the way to the Angels of God and the Church, the latter of which decided to use two Excalibur Wielders and a Mother Superior as representatives.

I knew, of course, that wasn’t the best of their forces. So, the church, unlike the other three factions, had presented itself with a relatively small number of troops, yet established itself as the host.

So, if heavy conflict were to arise, it would mean few casualties on their side, while also speaking badly of anyone who were to present any hostility.

‘Of course, considering this meeting’s motive… such things won’t come to pass, but it didn’t hurt to be on one's toes.’ With sharp nods of agreement all around, I cleared my throat and extended a hand to the seated Serafall on my side. ‘’Now then, as a starting proposal, I wish to let the Satan of Foreign Affairs take the stage.’’

‘’Haaaai!’’ The overexcited woman brimmed with energy as she jumped to her feet. Her smile was much lighter than usual. She simply looked looser, relaxed even. ‘’Now then! First, how about we talk territory? Most of the tension between the three sides comes from the danger of traversing where you’re unwanted, with the Fallen here being the most affected of all, considering their focus on investigation, information gathering, and overall ‘rental’ services!’’

‘’Not helped by the month or so we had to spend cleaning up an iceberg on our territory, no.’’ The leader of the Grigori joked good-naturedly, causing the petite Satan to smile sheepishly.

Ayuka raised her hand with a calm smile and a sharp gaze. ‘’I, for one, have already devised a way for this to be. After all, having constant patrols over the borders of each territory would spread our numbers way too thin. So, in my recent research, I had come across a particular brand of transcripts and runes that could help with the matter. Constant observation, and anti-hostility wards that…’’

Without noticing, I sort of filtered out Ayuka’s science talk.

Well, in reality, most of the participants did, with the only ones I could see keeping up being Azazel, and the devil’s student, Zatren Fumigami, who…

‘Is… is he flirting with Gabriel?’ I blinked in shock as the man whispered something while talking to the Seraphim, which immediately made her break into a blush. ‘…Truly, a man of many tastes.’

It has been a while since I’ve seen my ‘brother-in-law’, but considering how happy I had seen my sister recently, it seemed that I really had nothing to worry about.

‘’And so, my dear student and I here would be more than happy to establish this particular brand of wards,’’ Ayuka concluded, adjusting her glasses. ‘’Isn’t that right, Zatren?’’

The man, who had been suddenly called out, turned around with an impish smile. ‘’Uh, yeah, word!’’

I resisted the urge to chuckle at the pointed stare that was suddenly sent to the devil-turned-God by Serafall’s little sister—And also focused back on the matter, because I felt a very cold gaze on my back that couldn’t be anything other than my dear and lovely Grayfya.

Happy wife, happy life, after all…

‘’Sure, go right ahead.’’ Azazel waved the notion off, even if his secretary didn’t seem that eager to his fast acceptance.

However, the coat-wearing Fallen was probably just happy that he could go back to his inventions without having to deal with the rogue Cadre.

Also, where did the man pull that gold and black coat from?

‘’Yes, I believe that’s quite acceptable. However, I was wondering if we could deal with a… different matter.’’ Michael proposed with a gentle smile. ‘’Unlike Devils, who can reincarnate people to their side, and our Fallen brethren that—and I mean no offense by this—are quite promiscuous. We, Angels, have quite a few complications to replenish our own…’’

The room tensed up, and many people not in the know held surprised or shocked expressions. However, the small bout of silence was broken by the blue-haired Excalibur-wielder, Xenovia Quarta, if I remembered correctly, who, with a suspicious frown and a tight posture, asked the question in the mind of many.

‘’But… couldn’t the all-mighty Father just create more Angels?’’ It was a simple, almost innocent question, but it carried heavy connotations.

The one who decided to answer the question wasn’t Michael, surprisingly enough, but Gabriel, who stepped out of the Devil Deus’s side to put her hands in a small prayer.

‘’I’m sorry, little dove, but…’’ Her voice was shaky, even after so long; the fact truly affected the woman, maybe because of the gentle nature I noticed in the short interactions we had. ‘’God cannot make Angels anymore. God is…’’

‘’The old man is dead.’’ Azazel finished with a deep huff, making the entire room gasp. ‘’Cat’s outta the bag, no need to hide it now, especially considering this meeting’s purpose, right?’’

‘’It wouldn’t hurt to have some tact, brother.’’ Michael chastised but shook his head in resignation.

‘’You’re lying.’’ The blue-haired woman stepped forward, her eyes were cold, and her tone hid an amount of hurt akin to betrayal. ‘’He can’t… he’s…’’

On the far corner of the room, I could see the wielder of Excalibur Mimic have a worse breakdown, actually falling to her knees, but being quickly assisted by the Mother Superior, who tended to the group, even if her shaky hands proved that the news were heartbreaking even to her.

‘’Lord Michael…’’ Noticing the lack of a response, the believer turned to Michael with a hint of hope in her tone.

A hope that, sadly, the Seraphim had to shatter to smithereens.

‘’I’m sorry, Xenovia, while it shames me greatly to hide this from every believer, the truth is undeniable… Father is dead, and he has been ever since the Great War. The one who listened to every prayer in his stead… has been me.’’

The girl’s hands balled into fists. I could see it clearly on her face, how she wanted to shout, scream, and maybe even lash out. However, in a show of great restraint and maturity I didn’t expect, she backed down, retreating to the back where she looked dejectedly at the ground with her hands behind her back.

‘What a heavy atmosphere.’ I couldn’t hold a smile like this, no matter how much I wanted to stay positive. ‘’A-hem… I apologize for cutting through this matter in such an impolite manner, but I believe you were going to ask about something, Michael?’’

The room’s mood obviously didn’t stay the same for most, but the meeting must go on to quickly decide our race’s fate. So, with a heavy sigh, Michael smiled once more, albeit in a forced manner.

‘’Yes. I actually wanted to request Lady Beelzebub’s help in creating something similar to the Evil Pieces, but for us, Angels.’’ The Seraphim confessed. ‘’This, of course, would be repaid greatly, with the extra guarantee that if any of our chosen reincarnators were to Fall, they would be recommended to work under the Grigori so as not to create bad blood between our fallen brethren and us.’’

‘’We, personally, have plenty of manpower.’’ Azazel clarified with a casual shrug. ‘’But we surely won’t mind any extra aid.’’

Ayuka scratched her chin with a deep frown. I already knew that expression from my old friend; she was already running the equations needed to see if it would be possible, and considering the almost manic smile she gave to both Michael and Azazel, there seemed to be no problems on her end.

‘’Very well, we can arrange such a thing. On short notice, even.’’ Suddenly, the woman stopped her explanation short, turning instead to the raven-haired God in our premises. ‘’However, as I believe that, just like us, not every individual should hold such a power, I believe my student may have a solution to that?’’

With a raised hand and a carefree grin, Zatren stepped forward. ‘’Yes, thank you, teacher. Well, to make it short, God of Abundance here… I’m also willing to go full neutral with every side, with some personal exceptions, but my point is, with the right tools, I could enhance any of the three races’ fertility rates to avoid any more complications.’’

The news was like a bucket of cold water to almost everyone in the room. However, it was… logical. Possibly even obvious to people like Ayuka.

Gods had certain domains linked to their very being, and Abundance was something that could be linked to several sources… Healing, Riches, and the aforementioned Fertility.

I blinked because, for a moment, I swore I heard Serafall and Ayuka whisper among themselves and look at the man with quite an intense gaze.

‘Ah… brother-in-law, I think you should be careful with whose attention you get.’ I sweatdropped, and even the silent Grayfia on my side looked on with a worried frown. ‘Not like I can stop them if I wished to, ahaha…’

‘’Of course, I’m not saying anyone should deject from their beliefs…’’ The man specified while looking specifically at the Angels and the Church. ‘’Proper worship is not something I’ll demand, the word ‘followers’ can be quite loose for me, after all, but I will ask for some degree of compensation.’’

‘What a masterful intervention…’ As always, it seemed that the man always had the right thing to say, and to be fair, his honesty and sheepishness only added to his natural charm. ‘I wonder, was this my brother-in-law’s plan from the start? Of course, he can have my support, and I doubt he doesn’t have Serafall’s and Azazel’s already.’

Maybe that was the reason for his casual flirting with one of the Seraphims? To get closer and easily worm his way into one of the most gentle angels of his creation?

Truly, I never took Zatren for a political player, but he seemed to be growing into it quite fine indeed.

Yet, before anyone could ponder over the words and give a straight answer, the entire building started to rumble. The signature was none other than that of a dense, irregular Demonic Power.

‘…We did expect some sort of retaliation from certain people on our side.’ I hummed, slowly rising from my seat and looking at the now crumbling roof. ‘But to attack the meeting directly? Annoying, sure, but it also plays in our favor.’

The roof opened with a crack. However, any and all debris that threatened to fall into the participant’s head was suddenly erased and turned to fine dust by a wave of my hand.

Flying high in the air stood a bespectacled woman with tied, brown hair and a zealous smirk that went from one ear to the other.

Her dress of choice was a low-cut purple piece with slits that covered the woman’s sun-kissed skin, leaving little to the imagination, but the most strange thing of all was the snake tattoo that now rested on the woman’s chest, which pulsed with a familiar yet alien power.

Also… she seemed slightly out of breath? And now that I noticed, her clothing and hair seemed hastily put together.

‘’Katarea Leviathan,’’ I stated coldly. ‘’Do you understand the repercussions against you and the remnants of your house for interrupting a meeting such as this?’’

The woman locked eyes with me for a moment… only to promptly ignore me and instead look at two individuals in particular: Serafall and Zatren. I frowned in confusion, but the sudden manic, almost obsessed, glint in the devil’s eye told me what I needed to know.

‘’I couldn’t care less about a faker’s reunion. After all, besides ruining this foolish play that you, along with the other people who stole our houses’ most noble titles, I’m here for one thing alone!’’ Licking her lips, a magic circle appeared, heavily packed with magic that could easily destroy what remained of the building. ‘’And once I make all of you disappear… the filthy magic wench and the reincarnated imitator shall be mine to—‘’

‘’Oh look, a distraction!’’ The madwoman’s speech was suddenly interrupted as a golden light shot through the air.

It was Zatren, whose face broke into a good-natured smile as he tackled the woman high above the air. ‘’Don’t worry, you guys, I’ll make sure the meeting goes uninterrupted, you can thank me later!’’

As quickly as she came, the devil was punched off into the distance with a meaty smack that sent golden ripples through the air.

As if he were a high-velocity jet, the man quickly followed along with a beat of his wings.

…

Silence filled the room once more, but this time, for very different reasons. Both Fallen and Angels were flabbergasted into silence, but our side held various degrees of amusement that varied from individual to individual.

For example, my dear Ri-tan was barely holding onto her composure, while Serafall’s little sister looked to be between disappointed and kind of proud.

Speaking of Serafall, she was looking at the small glint in the sky that remained after the man and the woman’s disappearance. Her frown was a mix of curiosity, impatience, and something far more… let’s say ‘passionate’.

Meanwhile, I had a singular thought in mind.

‘…Tackling the interruption of this type head-on to quickly escape a political meeting?’ I meditated on the option carefully, after all, there may be some situations that—

The cold shiver that went down my spine was answer enough as I turned to my suddenly frowning wife with a shining, innocent smile. The gaze remained for a moment before she huffed softly, and, if one were to look carefully, they would notice a one-second pout on the usually stoic woman’s face.

‘Never mind then.’ I decided. As the meeting resumed, there was not much else to talk about besides a small debriefing. ‘Guess I’ll just fall back to getting lost in thought…’

Because if there’s something I would like to avoid more than anything, it is to upset my dear Queen.

However, I’ll say that pouting in this situation is a completely unfair play...

-X-x-X

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Author's Note:

If I remembered correctly, the whole ''attacking the peace treaty'' was supposed to be, you know, a *group* effort.

Who wants to bet that Katarea would decide to drop on it solo because ''Ain't no way I'm losing to two fakers''.

What did you think she was doing inside her room all this time? Gooning and obsessing over a dude she never met (There was plenty of that)? Think again, bozo, she has an ace up her sleeve...

Now if that ace is enough or not, we'll have to see.

Also, Sirzechs thinking that Zuzu is doing some sort of huge political play, while bro's here trying to seduce the hottest piece of ass ever made in Heaven, is hilarious IMO.

I also publish on other sites, if you wish to check them out:

FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/15809388/HamsterX42

QQ: https://forum.questionablequesting.com/search/35199387/?c[users]=HamsterX42&o=date

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/HamsterX42

Discord Link: .gg/92Yt5wxeWN