Chapter 32: [32]:Koneko
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Issei would later claim that no one had entered the room besides himself, and that even if someone did, he would at least hear it, even in his sleep, especially if that someone had come to return such a valuable artifact as a Sacred Gear. And yet when she entered, she had found the door slightly ajar, and knew that it would have been a simple matter to tiptoe past the room's sleeping guardian, place the fragment and then retreat.
Koneko had put a damper on her immense relief when she pointed out that even if they had the real Sacred Gear, the fake one, the mimicry still in Asia's body might interfere with the resurrection ritual. That turned out to be another worry she needn't have bothered with.
When Asia died, surrounded by members of her peerage, her face calm and peaceful, the false Gear had disappeared as well, dissolving into nothingness as the former priestess breathed her last breaths. It was almost as if it had been placed there for the sole purpose of prolonging the girl's life, though for what reason she knew not. It had been standard procedure after that, and when the ritual ended, Asia would open her eyes once more, not as a human, but as a devil.
She had a good guess who had helped Asia, and in turn, had helped her gain a powerful Bishop. That guess was further reinforced when the girl went up to him the following day and called him an angel in front of an entire class of students.