After she finished laughing, Rias gently wiped her eyes with a smile.
“Well, that was funny,” she chuckled.
I thought it was smart.
“It’s pretty smart,” Akeno said.
Thank you, Akeno!
“I’m surprised it worked, though.” Rude.
“Well, anyway, Kurokaze-kun,” Rias said, clearing her throat.
“I can tell you’re new to all of this.” That was one way to put it.
“To show my good faith, if you ever summon one of us, we will try to teach you ways to survive in this world.” I looked at her dryly.
She had tips to keep me alive?
The sister of Satan?
Wow.
What a sentence.
Am I going to Hell?
[Hell has a popular theme park in this world.] You’re fucking with me.
No.
Not now.
No distractions now.
Well, I guess Rias was at least being kind.
They had said demonic contracts didn’t enslave souls anymore.
Rather, they extracted twisted and sinful desires from the contractee for a limited time.
They didn’t eternally torture people.
Anymore?
I didn’t want to ask.
“Thank you, Gremory-senpai,” I said with a grateful bow.
“Oh, I had one of those flyers last night, and I stuck an Onmyōdō talisman to it.
They both kind of…” I made a little explosion gesture with my hands.
“Well.
Poof.” Akeno snorted out a laugh.
“No wonder I got a headache from contract feedback yesterday,” Rias muttered.
“We didn’t even get a proper notification.
It was just like having a kettle boiling in my ear for—” “Six minutes?” I offered wryly.
“Grrr!” She did not seem to enjoy that.
Koneko shot me a thumbs-up, though.
She was my only backup here.
“Thank you for backing me up, Koneko!” I grinned and gave her a thumbs-up back.
“Thank you for not using your ginseng charm on my contract papers.” “No problem!” — Koneko POV Well, that was fun.
Now they had to deal with his absurdity too.
Such a strange combination of endearing, awkward, and polite.
It was like he was learning to be himself.
Like everything was fresh and new to him.
I waved to him as he left the room, and he gave me some sort of military salute or something.
I didn’t know.
The others seemed to like him as well.
Click.
The door closed quietly.
“Ara.
I see why you like him, Koneko-chan,” Akeno said with a giggle as she licked her lips.
He was fun to tease.
I would give her that.
I couldn’t really mimic her, though.
Ugh.
Yeah.
I just imagined that.
Creepy.
I cleared my throat.
“I don’t think he’s a dangerous guy,” Kiba said with a chuckle.
“It looks like he has no combat training, though he does have a good center of gravity.” True.
He was very balanced, but he didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings.
“It was him that scared my familiar!” Rias pouted.
“She’s been whining about a scary person since last night!” Heh.
“The dangerous part,” Akeno said suddenly, “is that he might be a genius when it comes to magic.” The room quieted slightly.
“He said his talisman destroyed the flyer,” she added seriously.
“Isn’t it normal for an evil-repellent charm to repel demonic energy?” I asked.
Akeno nodded, seemingly glad I had asked.
“Yes.
But he made the ink out of ginseng.” Oh.
Right.
“Even if the ginseng was hundreds of years old, a newbie shouldn’t have been able to mix the ratios well enough to do that.” Rias frowned.
“The flyers may be paper, but they are still reinforced contract mediums.
A bunch of mundane materials shouldn’t have caused one to burn.” Oh.
— Raoul POV Yawwwwwwn!
I want to go homeeeeeee.
But school is ongoinggggggggggggg.
I slumped in my seat with my face down on the desk with a groan.
When does ‘canon’ even start?
The group in the occult research club didn’t seem to feel rushed at all.
I tried focusing my senses on Issei and noticed he was insanely weak.
Almost embarrassingly so.
But I could also feel Ddraig locked up in his soul.
That kind of pisses me off.
The feeling of being trapped, sounds so fucking irritating.
Roar!
I heard a proud dragon roar in my head.
It was proud, happy, melancholic and thankful at the same time.
Apparently my little dragon was beginning to show signs of consciousness.
I really hope that i didn’t trap it when it integrated with my mana core.
That thing that I can feel lodged in my chest, that feels like a magical bomb.
Well it isn’t.
I don’t think it would explode.
Would it?
[Danger.
Host is advised not to overload his Mana Core with energy.
Danger.] Oh poo.
My head hurts.
I quickly shook my head, I hadn’t even realized I was testing that.
How dangerous.
Whose idea was it to give me magic?
Regardless, Issei was staring directly at the bottom of the girl sitting to the right and the front of him.
She was leaning forward in her seat, causing her skirt to slightly hike, revealing her thighs and legs.
Drooling dude really?
I looked around and everyone was ignoring it.
I couldn’t help but grunt in annoyance.
Disgusting.
I mean I get enjoying beauty.
But have some class.
Honestly.
I’ve seen that girl beat him before!
I thought I imagined it but I heard a faint shattering of glass and suddenly heard a boom ring out loud.
Issei had been punished with someone smacking him in the head for drooling at the girl.
Someone noticed.
The world is at peace.
Well.
My white haired friend looks annoyed, but I’ll just give her a snack before I leave.