[I wonder if Igor will try and find her body.]
It was a silent thought he had. He was deeply curious to see a full-powered Trihexa in person.
[Now I’m curious on who’s the strongest between Trihexa, Great Red, and Ophis.]
If all three of them fought in a battle royale, it would be the battle for the ages.
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|DxD|
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Back in Kuoh, changes had occurred. In one of the posh houses propagating the rich district, one of the satans had made it their new residence. Sitting behind her desk in her new home, Serafall looked at the several documents spread in front of her.
Her face was locked in a pout at the somewhat messy layout of documents over her desk. The sun shined brightly behind her, but it couldn’t lighten her feeling of fatigue and annoyance.
In some form or another, all of these documents were about Igor and Aurelia. They were intelligence reports, information on what they knew so far about the duo. From Aurelia’s time as Kurohime to Igor’s appearance dating from as early as 1992, all that information was on her table.
“...”
What baffled Serafall the most was Aurelia. Compared to Igor, the amount of information on her was much lower, even though she had been the most present.
“Haaa…”
Unlike Igor, it seemed Aurelia went to great lengths to hide her true repertoire of abilities. That was the most stifling since it had been confirmed there was a 99% chance Aurelia was the only survivor of the massacres.
That meant her value instantly rose in a different field compared to Igor.
“All we have on her is that she’s known to be good at barrier techniques. There’s even enough reason to suspect that most of the current barriers in Kyoto were made by her.”
Apart from other miscellaneous information such as her being a skilled diplomat, the rest was useless. As for Igor, he was a different problem entirely. There was a lot of information about him, but it quickly went out of date.
Grabbing a report from the previous year, she grumbled outwardly.
“It’s like all this information has a one year expiry date.”
According to their estimated projection, even accounting for his absurd growth, Igor would’ve reached the realm of Supreme Class by 2010 at most.
“We even accounted for the time chamber and decreased it from 2100.”
It was irksome at how fast his growth rate was lately. He made Supreme Class look like a realm anyone could easily reach. For most people, just reaching Ultimate Class was already a noteworthy feat.
“And if that wasn’t enough, he seems to have a relationship with Shiva of all people!”
Scattering the papers in a temper tantrum, Serafall was tired. Dreadfully so. Handling the complaints of other factions about devils reincarnating their members was much easier than trying to figure out Igor.
“How can someone so simple-minded possess so much power?”
Be it political or personal strength, he was untouchable. The amount of information she managed to grill from Cleria was unreal.
“The Yokai through Aurelia and the Shinto Pantheon through Shuri Himejima. The Church through Asia Argento and Vasco Strada. Grigori through Baraquiel and Azazel-chan. And the Hindu Pantheon through Shiva. As if that wasn’t enough, that ridiculous power belonged to him! TO HIM!”
She felt like tearing her hair out. Everything was ridiculous. Everything! EVERYTHING! Here she was happily playing magical girl with her precious So-tan when this sudden power shows up. Forced to drop everything, she had to go through meeting after meeting and report after report before she arrived here.
This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.
Who knew that when she arrived here, she would soon discover that it wasn’t some errant entity on a power high, but their resident blonde. It’s already been two days since she arrived and the urge to strangle him grew stronger.
He was a walking headache inducer.
“Moouuuu!”
Slumping on her desk, only the picture of her precious little sister kept her from breaking down. Igor was a prime target to form an alliance with. Not just Igor, but Aurelia as well. Fostering good relations with them would allow the devils to reap good rewards for the next few centuries.
It was the consensus she and the rest of the satans reached in their second meeting yesterday. And unfortunately, she was tasked by her scummy friends in making sure this alliance comes to fruition through any means possible.
Even Sirzechs didn’t let her off and only smiled kindly as he foisted some encouraging words on her.
“I don’t wanna do this anymore…”
It stood to reason that as the Satan of Foreign Affairs, establishing good relations with both Aryans fell to her. Igor seemed easy enough. From what Cleria revealed, treating him with good intentions would yield good results.
It was Aurelia that was the problem. The silverette, even before having assumed her true name, was a very well-known diplomat among those in the know from a very young age. It was notoriously hard to get any benefits with her around as a negotiator.
Anyone sitting on the opposite side of the table mentally had to be prepared to cut off their liver before they could get a satisfactory deal. Just remembering the amount of resources they had to cough up just to get Kuoh made Serafall groan in annoyance.
“Back then, she was just a teenager. Now, she’s even worse.”
Aurelia would no doubt see through her attempts to befriend Igor. At that point, Serafall was afraid she’d have to cut off her own liver just to satisfy that woman.
BANG!
She banged her fist on the table in irritation
“As if we didn’t have to shell out money just to hide what happened here!”
Her entire Wednesday was covered with issuing bribes, faking reportings, and eliminating spies. She had silently done a lot for Igor. Aurelia shouldn’t have the guts to demand much from her, right?
“No. She shouldn’t…”
Sliding off her chair, she was determined to fight that demoness with her tongue today.
“Hmph!”
Vwong!
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|DxD|
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Igor flew with Atid beside him. Unlike his friend who liked acting cool, he was carefree in his manner of flying. With his back turned towards the ground, he silently gazed at the clouds.
Silently, his mind turned towards what happened earlier.
[I was right about Atid.]
Igor could admit he was stupid, but he definitely wasn’t an idiot. If it were someone else, he would never so casually drop a hint that he also had a tenant inside him. It was only because Atid was his friend and brother in all but blood that he didn’t keep it a secret from him.
[What did I tell you, Triny? He’s a good guy.]
Triny had initially been afraid of Igor informing others of her existence, but she relented under his persuasion.
{...}
Now after witnessing everything for herself, she realised that to an extent, Atid was trustworthy.
{Yeah. He is…}
Atleast he didn’t think of her as a monster. Maybe there were good people beside Ig-
[I am surprised though. You were so shy today, Triny. Did you…did you develop a crush?]
{...}
She changed her mind. Igor wasn’t a good person.
{Meanie! Stupid! I don’t have a stupid crush!}
[Oh…really? I thought I could trade you for Ddraig…]
{...}
If it wasn’t because she could feel he was joking, that comment would’ve hurt her deeply.
{Hmph! You’re not getting rid of me. Never! You’re mine you hear me! Mine!}
[...]
For some reason, a complicated emotion rose in Igor’s heart. Somehow, he didn’t feel uncomfortable at her words.
[Heh? Since when did tenants ever have the guts to claim ownership of the house.]
{I don’t care! You’re my meanie. Hmph!}
[...]
This was a confirmation of their camaraderie, right? This didn’t feel bad. For some reason, he liked her words, though he would never admit it.
*Glance…*
Though, he was sure that if Atid said the same thing, he would slap him to death.
“...”
Vein Twitch!
“Stop looking at me like that, Igor. I’m not a homosexual. Find someone else for your…perverse urges.”
“...”
Vein Bulge!
“Why you…”
Briefly flaring up in power, Igor calmed himself down.
“Hmph! Says the one who dresses like a pansy.”
“What?”
A cold intent erupted from Atid as he looked at Igor right in the eye. Fearlessly, Igor met his stare.
“You say you’re not gay, yet you dress like a pansy.”
“Hmph! You’re simply a buffoon who doesn’t know style.”
“Pssh. ‘Style’ my ass. Next thing I know, you’re going to paint your nails and call it ‘style’.”
“As if I would ever do such a demeaning thing.”
“Meh. Who knows? I heard a lot of boys like you are used as inspiration for those boy’s love comics and stuff. Maybe we’ll see your-nghghs.”
Igor was suddenly silenced by Atid covering his mouth. The young teenager kept a calm expression, but the bulge on his forehead showed his distaste.
“Don’t…”
“?”
The confused look on Igor slowly morphed into a sly grin. Quickly removing Atid’s hand from his mouth, he deviously enquired.
“Eh? Did those girls finally make a manga out of you?”
He was excited. If it was a yes, he would gain enough teasing material for the next three years. However, who knew Atid would suddenly have a devious thought too.
“For your information, brother, those manga also include you.”
“...”
For a moment, the smile on Igor’s face remained before it slowly fell to confusion. Then, his face turned uglier than crying.
“Wh…what?”
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|DxD|
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I will speak plainly as the author. In terms of yaoi, we don’t have yaoi.