Chapter 31: Chapter 31
The morning sun filtered through the trees as I stretched my arms above my head, feeling the familiar pull of muscles awakening for the day ahead. The clearing behind the Gremory mansion was perfect for sparring—spacious enough to move freely without worrying about collateral damage to the surrounding forest.
"You ready for this, Akira?" Kiba Yuuto called out, his hand resting casually on the hilt of his sword. Despite his polite tone, I could see the competitive glint in his eyes.
I rolled my shoulders, feeling the leopard instincts stirring beneath my skin. "More than ready."
From the sidelines, I could see Rias, Akeno, Koneko, and Issei settling in to watch. Rias had that calculating look she got whenever she was analyzing potential—probably comparing my current abilities to what she'd witnessed during my previous spar with Akeno.
"Begin!" Rias called out.
Kiba moved first, his superhuman speed carrying him forward in a blur. Three gleaming swords materialized in his hands as he closed the distance between us. But I was already moving, my devil fruit powers enhancing my natural agility. The leopard transformation wasn't complete—I didn't need it to be. Just enough to sharpen my reflexes and strengthen my limbs.
I sidestepped his initial thrust, water beginning to coalesce around my right hand. The moisture in the air responded to my call, forming into a pressurized stream. As Kiba pivoted to follow up with a horizontal slash, I launched the water forward—not directly at him, but at the ground beneath his feet.
The impact cratered the earth, sending up a spray of mud and debris that momentarily obscured his vision. I used that split second to close in, my left hand already forming the familiar stance of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist.
Kiba's instincts were sharp—he managed to get two swords up to block my strike. But the technique wasn't just about brute force. It was about redirection, about using an opponent's momentum against them. As his blades met my palm, I guided the force sideways, throwing him off balance.
He recovered quickly, I'll give him credit. Holy swords blazed to life around him, their light casting dancing shadows across the clearing. But I'd already anticipated this. Water manipulation wasn't just offensive—it was defensive too.
A wall of pressurized water rose between us, and when his holy swords struck it, steam hissed where divine energy met my technique. The momentary cover gave me exactly what I needed.
I activated more of my leopard abilities, feeling my muscles coil with feline power. When I burst through the steam, Kiba's eyes widened—he hadn't expected me to move that fast. My right hand was already in position, water spiraling around it in a tight helix.
"Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist: Flowing River Strike!"
The technique connected with his guard, and this time there was no recovering. The force sent him sliding backward across the clearing until he hit the base of a large oak tree. His swords clattered to the ground as he slumped against the trunk, conscious but clearly done.
"I yield," he said with a rueful smile, raising one hand in surrender.
As I helped him to his feet, a familiar blue screen materialized in my peripheral vision:
**[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]**
**Yuuto Kiba Defeated**
**Reward: Rank 2 Gacha Ticket**
I dismissed it quickly, not wanting the others to notice my distraction.
"Impressive," Rias said as she approached, genuine approval in her voice. "You've grown considerably stronger, Akira. The last time you sparred with Akeno, you could barely hold your ground. Now look at you—defeating one of my knights with such precision."
The praise felt good, but it also made me realize something. "Actually, Rias, would you be willing to spar with me next?"
Her expression shifted, becoming more serious. "I'm afraid I have to decline. The Power of Destruction isn't something that can be easily controlled in a friendly match. It's far too dangerous for sparring purposes."
I sighed, the disappointment probably showing on my face. I'd been hoping to test myself against someone of her caliber, but I understood her reasoning. The Power of Destruction lived up to its name—it didn't discriminate between training and actual combat.
"Perhaps another time, under different circumstances," she added gently before turning to address the group. "Alright, everyone. I think that's enough excitement for this morning. We should head back and review the footage for the upcoming Rating Game."
As Rias, Akeno, Kiba, and Issei began making their way back toward the mansion, I stayed behind to cool down. That's when I noticed Koneko hadn't left with the others. She was still sitting on a fallen log at the edge of the clearing, her amber eyes fixed on me with that unnervingly direct stare of hers.
"Why didn't you use Incursio?" she asked without preamble.
The question caught me off guard, though I probably should have expected it. Koneko was observant—sometimes too observant for comfort.
"I can't use it so carelessly," I admitted, walking over to sit beside her. "Incursio isn't just another power I can throw around whenever I feel like it. Every time I use it, I learn something new about its capabilities, but I also discover new risks. For fights that aren't life-threatening, it's better to rely on my other abilities and save Incursio for when I truly need it."
She nodded slowly, seeming to accept the explanation. "You're being smart about it."
"Trying to be. The last thing I want is to hurt someone because I got reckless with power I don't fully understand yet."
Koneko stood up, dusting off her skirt. "The Rating Game is next week."
"Yeah, Sona mentioned that. That's actually why I'm here—to help however I can."
She gave me one of her rare, small smiles before heading back toward the mansion. "Good."
Later that evening, I found myself in Chysis's mansion, specifically in her personal room. The space was elegant but lived-in, with bookshelves lining the walls and comfortable furniture arranged around a fireplace. Chysis herself was seated at her desk, several small bags arranged neatly in front of her.
"Here are the ingredients you requested," she said, gesturing to the bags. Each one was carefully labeled in her precise handwriting. "I have to admit, I'm curious about what you're planning to create with such an... eclectic collection."
I picked up each bag, mentally checking them off against my list. Everything was here—some rare, some common, but all necessary for what I had in mind.
"Would it be possible to use one of your other rooms? I need some space to work, and privacy would be appreciated."
Chysis raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Of course. Follow me."
She led me down a hallway to what appeared to be a workshop of sorts. The room was spacious and well-lit, with several tables and what looked like alchemical equipment along the walls.
"How long do you expect this process to take?" she asked, clearly trying to gauge whether she should stick around or come back later.
"It'll be done in no time," I assured her. "I just need some privacy while I work. I trust you won't try to take a peek?"
"I'll respect your request for privacy," she said with a slight smile. "Though I reserve the right to be curious about the results."
After she left, closing the door behind her, I was finally alone. I set the ingredient bags on the largest table and pulled up my system interface. The blue screen materialized in front of me, its soft glow illuminating the room.
One by one, I placed each bag into the screen's inventory interface. The system accepted them without issue, and after the final bag disappeared, a new message appeared:
**[CREATION SUCCESSFUL]**
**Item Created: Holy Water of Life x70**
**Quality: Premium Grade**
An image materialized on the screen—crystal bottles filled with a beautiful pink liquid that seemed to glow with its own inner light. I couldn't help but grin. Seventy bottles was more than I'd hoped for.
When I dismissed the screen, seven physical bottles appeared on the table in front of me—a sample of the larger batch now stored in my system inventory. The pink liquid inside swirled gently, catching the light in mesmerizing patterns.
I carefully gathered the bottles and made my way back to Chysis's room. She was reading when I knocked, but looked up expectantly as I entered.
Clearing my throat dramatically, I held up one of the crystal bottles. "Allow me to present you with Akira's original creation—HWL."
Chysis blinked, then deadpanned, "HWL?"
I could practically see the gears turning in her head as she tried to figure out what those initials could possibly stand for. Meanwhile, I was internally grinning at how completely bamboozled she was about to be. The anticipation was killing me—I was practically jumping with excitement at the thought of her reaction when she realized what I'd just created.
This's going to be good.
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Chapter 32: Chapter 32
Chysis examined the crystal bottle, her experienced eyes taking in every detail of the glowing pink liquid. The soft glow casted patterns across her face as she turned it slowly in her hands.
"It's a healing potion," I said, trying to keep my voice casual despite the excitement bubbling beneath the surface. "Something I've been working on perfecting. I'd like you to try it, if you trust me enough."
Her eyebrows rose slightly. "You want me to be your test subject?"
"I trust my work," I replied with conviction. "But I understand if you'd rather not."
Chysis studied my face for a long moment, then set the bottle down on her desk. Without hesitation, she picked up a small letter opener and made a shallow cut across her palm. A few drops of blood welled up before she lifted the bottle again.
"Very well. I've lived long enough to recognize genuine confidence when I see it."
She uncorked the bottle and drank the entire contents in one smooth motion. Almost immediately, her eyes widened in surprise. The cut on her palm sealed itself instantly, leaving no trace it had ever existed. But more than that, I could see the change in her entire demeanor—her posture straightened, her eyes became brighter and more alert, and there was a vitality to her movements that hadn't been there moments before.
"Oh my" she breathed, flexing her fingers experimentally. "I feel... renewed. My mana reserves are completely restored, and there's an energy coursing through me that I haven't felt in decades. How did you create this?"
I gave her a mysterious smile. " Secret."
She laughed—a rich, genuine sound that filled the room. "Of course it is. But Akira, this isn't just a simple healing potion. The effects I'm experiencing suggest something far more potent. What exactly have you made?"
"A potion that can potentially cure any disease," I said, watching her reaction carefully. "Maybe even... the sleep disease you mentioned."
Her expression grew serious, the momentary levity fading. "Akira, the Devil's Sleep Disease isn't something that can be cured so easily. It's been plaguing our kind for centuries. If there was a simple solution—"
"Just give it a try. Make sure you drink it full or it might not work" I interrupted, leaning forward with determination. "What's the worst that could happen? If it doesn't work, then nothing changes. But if it does..."
Chysis fell silent, studying my face with those knowing eyes. Whatever she saw there must have convinced her, because she finally nodded slowly.
"Your determination is admirable. Very well—I'll return to the Underworld tonight and see if your creation has any effect on those afflicted." She paused, her expression becoming more cautious. "But I want you to understand that I'm not getting your hopes up. This disease has claimed too many for me to believe in miracle cures."
"I understand," I said, then added seriously, "But Chysis, keep this between us. Don't reveal that I'm the source of the potion. For my safety."
She nodded gravely. "Of course. Discretion is paramount in matters like these."
I handed her one additional bottle, keeping five for myself.
"Thank you, Akira," she said, carefully tucking the bottle away "Whatever the outcome, I appreciate what you're trying to do."
As I made my way back home through the quiet streets, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. If the Holy Water of Life could indeed cure the Devil's Sleep Disease, it would be groundbreaking. But more than that, it would put me in an extremely valuable position—one that could potentially secure me the Evil Pieces I needed.
Back in my room, I settled onto my bed and pulled up the system interface. The Rank 2 Gacha Ticket I'd earned from sparring with Kiba was still waiting in my inventory, practically burning a hole in my digital pocket.
"Time to see what Lady Luck has in store for me," I muttered, selecting the ticket.
The familiar spinning wheel appeared, its sections blurring together in a rainbow of possibilities. When it finally stopped, I had to blink several times to make sure I was reading it correctly.
**[GACHA RESULT]**
**Reward: Hiten Mitsurugi-ryū Techniques Scroll**
**Rarity: Rare**
**Description: A complete compilation of the legendary sword techniques from the Hiten Mitsurugi-ryū school. Contains fundamental forms, advanced combinations, and secret techniques.**
A physical scroll materialized in my hands, its surface aged but well-preserved. I could feel the knowledge contained within, practically humming with potential. This was incredibly valuable—not just for me, but for others as well.
"Valerie!" I called out.
She appeared in my doorway within moments, her expression curious. "Yes?"
I held out the scroll, and her eyes immediately focused on it with interest. "I want you to take this and practice the basics with Asia in the backyard. It's a sword technique manual that should help improve your combat abilities."
Her eyes lit up as she carefully accepted the scroll. "Really? Thank you! Asia will be so excited—she's been wanting to learn more about combat techniques."
"Start with the fundamental forms," I advised. "Don't try anything too advanced until you've mastered the basics. I'll join you both in a few minutes to help guide your training."
She nodded eagerly and hurried off, practically bouncing with excitement. The sound of her footsteps fading down the hallway left me alone with my thoughts.
I leaned back against my headboard, staring up at the ceiling. The real reason I'd given Chysis the Holy Water of Life wasn't entirely altruistic, though helping people was certainly part of it. If this worked—if it could actually cure the Devil's Sleep Disease—then I'd have leverage. Real, substantial leverage.
Evil Pieces weren't just given away freely. They were precious resources, carefully distributed by the high-ranking devils of the underworld. But if I could provide something as valuable as a cure for an incurable disease... well, that changed everything.
The thought of finally being able to create my own peerage, to have loyal allies bound to me by the supernatural contract of the Evil Pieces system, was incredibly appealing. But more than that, it would give me the security and backing I'd need to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Of course, there was always the risk that Chysis would realize exactly how valuable what I'd given her truly was. The Holy Water of Life didn't just cure diseases—it extended natural lifespan by twenty years. For devils who already lived for centuries, that might not seem like much. But for someone like Chysis, who had been around long enough to appreciate the value of additional time...
I shook my head, pushing away the doubts. I'd taken precautions, asked for discretion, and made sure not to reveal the full extent of the potion's capabilities. If things went well, I'd have what I wanted. If they didn't, then I'd have to find another way.
Either way, I was committed now. All I could do was wait and see how events unfolded.
From outside, I could hear the excited chatter of Asia and Valerie as they began examining the scroll. Their enthusiasm was infectious, and despite my concerns about the situation with Chysis, I found myself smiling.
Time to go help them master some legendary sword techniques. After all, if my plan worked and I did manage to secure Evil Pieces, I'd want my household to be as strong as possible.
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Chapter 33: Chapter 33
( Chysis's Pov )
The familiar crimson glow of the Underworld's sky greeted me as I materialized in the teleportation circle outside the Gremory estate. Despite having spent decades in the human world, returning to this place always brought a sense of homecoming that settled deep in my bones.
The guards at the entrance bowed respectfully as I passed, their recognition immediate despite my long absence. The halls of the main residence were as grand as ever, though I barely paid attention to the opulent décor as I made my way toward Sirzechs' private quarters.
"Grandmother!" Sirzechs' voice boomed with genuine warmth as I entered his study. He rose from behind his massive desk, documents scattered across its surface—no doubt more administrative work from his duties as a Maou. "What a wonderful surprise. I wasn't expecting you back from your vacation so soon."
Grayfia, ever the perfect maid and wife, was organizing papers nearby. She turned and offered me a respectful curtsy. "Lady Chysis, it's good to see you again."
"Grayfia, dear," I said with a fond smile, accepting Sirzechs' embrace. "You're looking well. Still keeping this one in line, I hope?"
She allowed herself a small smile. "Someone has to, my lady."
Sirzechs laughed, gesturing for me to take a seat in one of the comfortable chairs near the fireplace. "How has your time in the human world been? You look... refreshed."
That was an understatement. The effects of Akira's potion were still coursing through me, leaving me feeling more energetic than I had in years. "It's been quite enlightening, actually. The human world continues to surprise me."
"And Rias?" Grayfia inquired as she served tea. "How is our young lady faring?"
"Wonderfully," I replied, accepting the delicate porcelain cup. "She's grown so much stronger since I last saw her. Her peerage is developing nicely as well. Speaking of which—how are the preparations for her Rating Game proceeding?"
Sirzechs' expression grew more serious. "Everything is in order. The match against Riser Phenex is scheduled for next week. I have to admit, I'm concerned about the outcome, but Rias has been training diligently."
"She'll do fine," I said with confidence. "She has good instincts and better friends. That boy Akira has been quite helpful in their preparations."
"Ah yes, the mysterious transfer student," Sirzechs mused. "I've heard interesting reports about him."
We spent the next hour catching up on family matters, discussing various relatives and their current situations. Grayfia occasionally added her own observations, particularly about Millicas and his development. It was pleasant conversation, but I could sense Sirzechs' curiosity growing with each passing minute.
Finally, he set down his teacup and leaned forward slightly. "Not that I'm not delighted to see you, Grandmother, but what brings you back to the Underworld so suddenly? I thought you were planning to stay in the human world for several more months."
I took a breath, knowing this was the moment of truth. "Actually, I wanted to visit the hospital."
Both Sirzechs and Grayfia looked puzzled. "The hospital?" Sirzechs repeated. "Are you feeling unwell? You look healthier than I've seen you in decades."
"No, no, nothing like that." I reached into my robes and withdrew the crystal bottle containing the Holy Water of Life. The pink liquid seemed to glow even brighter in the dim light of the study. "I want to test this potion. I believe it might be able to cure the Devil's Sleep Disease."
The silence that followed was deafening. Sirzechs stared at the bottle, then at me, his expression cycling through confusion, skepticism, and something that might have been hope.
"Grandmother," he said slowly, "you know how many attempts have been made to find a cure for that disease. Some of the greatest minds in the Underworld have dedicated their lives to researching it, and none have succeeded."
I expected this reaction. "I know it sounds impossible. But Sirzechs, I tested this myself. The effects were... extraordinary. I felt renewed in ways I haven't experienced in centuries."
Grayfia moved closer, her analytical gaze fixed on the bottle. "What exactly did you feel when you consumed it?"
"Complete mana restoration, accelerated healing, increased vitality—it was as if years had been lifted from my shoulders." I met Sirzechs' eyes, knowing he could see the sincerity in mine. "I'm not saying I'm certain it will work. But the possibility... isn't it worth investigating?"
Sirzechs was quiet for a long moment, his expression thoughtful. I could practically see him weighing the potential benefits against the likelihood of disappointment. Finally, he stood.
"You're right. Even if the chances are minimal, we owe it to those suffering to try." He looked at Grayfia. "Would you join us?"
She nodded without hesitation. "Of course, Sirzechs-sama."
The three of us made our way through the teleportation network to the Underworld's primary medical facility. The hospital was a somber place, its halls filled with the quiet desperation of families visiting loved ones afflicted with various supernatural ailments. But it was the sleep ward that truly broke hearts—rows upon rows of beds containing devils who had been lost to the cursed slumber for years, sometimes decades.
We made our way to a private room where Misla Bael lay in peaceful repose. Sairaorg's mother had been one of the most promising young devils of her generation before the disease claimed her. Now she looked almost ethereal in her eternal sleep, her breathing steady but showing no other signs of life.
"Lady Misla," Sirzechs said softly, approaching her bedside. "If anyone deserves a chance at awakening, it's her."
"The potion has been tested for safety?" Grayfia asked, ever the voice of caution.
I nodded. "I consumed an entire bottle myself with no adverse effects—quite the opposite, actually."
Sirzechs examined the bottle one more time, then looked at me. "Are you certain about this?"
"As certain as I can be," I replied, though privately I found myself hoping desperately that Akira's creation would live up to its promise. "Though I must admit, I'm not entirely convinced it will work either."
Carefully, I uncorked the bottle and tilted it toward Misla's lips. The pink liquid flowed smoothly, and her body's natural reflexes allowed her to swallow despite her unconscious state. Within moments, the bottle was empty.
We waited.
Seconds stretched into minutes. Sirzechs' expression grew increasingly resigned, and I felt my own hope beginning to waver. Perhaps this had been foolish after all. Perhaps—
Misla Bael's eyes fluttered open.
Not gradually, not with the confused disorientation one might expect from someone awakening from a long sleep. Her eyes simply opened, clear and alert, as if she had merely been taking a brief nap.
But more than that—her skin, which had been pale and somewhat sallow from years of inactivity, was now glowing with vibrant health. Color had returned to her cheeks, and there was a vitality in her movements as she sat up that spoke of complete restoration.
"Lord Sirzechs," she said, her voice clear and strong as she inclined her head respectfully. "Lady Grayfia. And..." Her gaze settled on me with polite curiosity. "I apologize, but I don't believe we've been formally introduced."
The three of us stood frozen in stunned silence. Misla Bael was not just awake—she was completely, perfectly healthy. More than that, she seemed better than she had been even before the disease struck her.
My mind raced, trying to process what I was witnessing. Akira had called it a healing potion, had suggested it might cure diseases, but this... this was beyond anything I had imagined possible. This was a miracle made manifest.
"I..." Sirzechs started, then stopped, seemingly at a loss for words for perhaps the first time in his life.
Grayfia, ever composed, was staring with her mouth slightly agape—an expression I had never seen on her face in all the centuries I'd known her.
As for me, I could only think of one thing: that mysterious young man in the human world had just accomplished what the greatest medical minds in the Underworld had declared impossible.
And he had given me the means to do it as if it were nothing more than a simple favor between friends.
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Chapter 34: Chapter 34
My backyard was enveloped in morning sunlight, as the rhythmic sound of wooden swords cutting through air filled the area. Valerie and Asia stood side by side, both drenched in sweat as they performed the basic forms from the Hiten Mitsurugi-ryū scroll.
"Overhead strike, focus on your stance, Valerie. Asia, keep your grip firm but not rigid," I called out, demonstrating the proper form with my own wooden sword. "The power comes from your entire body, not just your arms."
Both girls adjusted their positions, though I could see the strain beginning to show. We'd been at this for nearly two hours, working through the fundamental techniques over and over until muscle memory began to take hold.
"Alright, take a break," I announced, and both immediately lowered their swords with visible relief.
Valerie collapsed onto the grass with dramatic flair, her blonde hair spread out around her like a halo. "This is torture," she groaned, wiping sweat from her forehead. "I thought sword fighting would be more... elegant? Graceful? Not this endless repetition of the same movements."
Asia settled down more carefully beside her, though she was equally exhausted. Being too polite to complain outright, she simply nodded in agreement while trying to catch her breath.
I chuckled, sitting cross-legged in front of them. "You know what they say—the more you sweat in training, the less you bleed in battle. Besides, this is just the warm-up."
"WARM-UP?!" Valerie's voice cracked as she sat up abruptly, her eyes wide with horror. "We've been swinging these things for two hours straight!"
A sweatdrop formed on her forehead as she stared at me in disbelief. Asia looked equally dismayed, though she tried to hide it behind a weak smile.
I clapped my hands together, standing up with renewed energy. "Alright, ladies. Break time's over. Another hundred swings each, then we'll move on to footwork drills."
Both girls let out synchronized groans but dutifully picked up their wooden swords again. As they resumed their training, I began practicing the more advanced techniques from the scroll, my mind wandering to other matters while my body moved through the familiar motions.
The Holy Water of Life I'd given to Chysis... what would happen when word spread about its effectiveness? If it truly could cure the Devil's Sleep Disease, the implications would be staggering. Every major faction in the supernatural world would want to get their hands on it.
Had I made the right choice in giving it to her? The question had been nagging at me since last night. On one hand, if people were genuinely helped by it, then that was undeniably good. But on the other hand, I'd potentially just introduced something that could completely upset the balance of power in the supernatural world.
No, I decided, executing a perfect Ryūtsuisen downward strike. Gaining Evil Pieces was crucial for my long-term survival and success in this world. And to get something valuable, you had to give something valuable in return. That was just how negotiations worked.
The real challenge would be convincing the devils to actually give me Evil Pieces. Even if I could use Azazel's help to modify them for human use—which would require building substantial trust with him first—there was no guarantee the devil leaders would be willing to part with such precious resources.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, interrupting my brooding. A text message from Chysis appeared on the screen: *"Could you come to my mansion? We need to discuss something important."*
My heart rate picked up slightly. This was it—the moment of truth.
"Alright, you two," I called out, sheathing my wooden sword. "That's enough for today. Keep practicing the basic forms, and we'll work on combination techniques tomorrow."
Both girls looked relieved as they set down their weapons. "Where are you going?" Asia asked curiously.
"Just some business to take care of. I'll be back in a few hours."
Chysis was waiting for me in her study when I arrived, that same elegant smile on her face that seemed to hold a thousand secrets. The crystal bottles from yesterday were nowhere to be seen, which I took as either a very good sign or a very bad one.
"Akira," she said warmly, gesturing for me to take a seat across from her desk. "Thank you for coming so quickly."
I settled into the chair, trying to keep my expression neutral despite the anticipation building inside me. "So... how did it go? Did it work?"
Her smile widened, and she nodded slowly. "It worked beyond anything I could have imagined."
Relief flooded through me, followed immediately by excitement as she began recounting everything that had happened in the Underworld. The successful awakening of Misla Bael, the stunned reactions of Sirzechs and Grayfia, the complete restoration of the woman's health—it was everything I'd hoped for and more.
"The demand for more of these potions will be enormous," she continued. "I would be more than happy to provide whatever ingredients you need to create additional doses."
I leaned back in my chair, considering my response carefully. This was the crucial moment—time to make my move.
"I wouldn't mind creating more," I said slowly, "but something this valuable... I can't just give it away for free. I need something in return."
Chysis raised an eyebrow, clearly having expected this. "What did you have in mind?"
I took a deep breath. "Evil Pieces."
The words hung in the air between us. Chysis's expression shifted from curiosity to surprise, then to something more calculating.
"Evil Pieces?" she repeated. "That's... quite a significant request. May I ask why you need them?"
"I find them fascinating," I replied, which was true enough. "I'd like to own a set if it's not too rude to ask. This potion is extremely sacred and scarce—I can only create about seven doses per month at most. I think that makes it a fair trade."
Chysis was quiet for a long moment, studying my face with those perceptive eyes. "I don't mind the request itself," she finally said, "but this isn't a decision I can make on my own. I'll need to discuss it with the Satans before any arrangement can be finalized."
I nodded, having expected as much. "I understand completely. Take all the time you need."
"Excellent." She stood up, smoothing down her elegant dress. "I'll contact them immediately. In the meantime, is there anything else I can help you with?"
I hesitated for a moment, then decided to push my luck. "Actually, there is one more thing. Would you be willing to teach me some magic? I'm still fairly new to all of this, and I could use the guidance."
Chysis laughed—a genuine, delighted sound that filled the room. "Magic lessons? Of course, I'd be happy to help. Though I have to ask—where exactly are you hoping to get teleported to this time? Last time you ended up in vampire territory, if I recall correctly."
I felt heat rise to my cheeks. "Hopefully nowhere this time. I was thinking more along the lines of basic energy manipulation and defensive spells."
"Much safer choices," she agreed with amusement. "Very well, we can begin tomorrow if you'd like. But for now, I should contact the Underworld and arrange a meeting with the Satans."
As I left her mansion, I couldn't help but feel a sense of cautious optimism. The Holy Water of Life had worked exactly as intended, Chysis was willing to negotiate for more doses, and I might actually have a shot at getting Evil Pieces.
Of course, there was still the matter of convincing four of the most powerful beings in the supernatural world to give me what I wanted. But one step at a time.
First, I had to get back home and make sure Valerie and Asia were still practicing their sword forms. Something told me they were going to need every bit of training they could get in the days to come.
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Chapter 35: Chapter 35
Three days had passed since my meeting with Chysis, and the anticipation was beginning to gnaw at me. I'd thrown myself into training with Valerie and Asia to keep my mind occupied, but even the satisfaction of watching their steady improvement couldn't fully distract me from what was potentially the most important negotiation of my new life.
The morning sun filtered through the kitchen window as I prepared breakfast, the familiar routine helping to calm my nerves. Asia was setting the table with her characteristic precision, while Valerie sat slumped in her chair, still half-asleep despite being awake for the past hour.
"Do you think they'll say yes?" Asia asked quietly, glancing at me with those gentle green eyes that seemed to see right through my carefully maintained composure.
I paused in my stirring of the scrambled eggs. "Honestly? I have no idea. What I'm asking for isn't exactly small."
Valerie perked up slightly at this, her blonde hair falling messily around her shoulders. "What's so special about these Evil Pieces anyway? You've mentioned them a few times, but you never really explained what they do."
I considered how much to tell them. They knew about the supernatural world now, but there were still limits to what information was safe to share. "They're... tools that allow devils to create their own groups. Think of them as a way to form unbreakable bonds with trusted allies."
It wasn't technically a lie, just an oversimplification. The reality of the Evil Pieces system was far more complex and potentially controversial.
My phone buzzed against the counter, and I nearly dropped the spatula in my haste to check it. A message from Chysis: *"They've agreed to meet. Tonight at 8 PM. Dress formally—you'll be meeting all four Satans."*
My heart hammered against my ribs as I read the message twice to make sure I wasn't imagining it. This was really happening.
"Good news?" Asia asked, noticing my expression.
"The best," I managed, though my voice sounded strained even to my own ears. "Looks like tonight's the night."
The Underworld was nothing like I had expected.
Chysis had teleported me directly to what appeared to be a massive conference chamber within the Satans' governmental building. The architecture was a stunning blend of classical grandeur and modern efficiency—soaring stone columns supported a vaulted ceiling painted with intricate murals, while magical lighting cast everything in a warm, golden glow that somehow managed to feel both imposing and welcoming.
At the center of the room sat an enormous circular table made from what looked like polished obsidian, its surface reflecting the magical lights like a black mirror. Four figures were already seated around it, and as Chysis led me forward, I had to consciously steady my breathing.
I recognized them from the descriptions I'd read, but seeing them in person was an entirely different experience.
Sirzechs Lucifer sat with the casual confidence of someone completely comfortable with absolute power, his crimson hair catching the light as he studied me with curious blue-green eyes. Despite his relaxed posture, there was an unmistakable aura of immense power radiating from him that made my instincts scream warnings.
Beside him, Ajuka Beelzebub appeared exactly as I'd expected—analytical and calculating, his green hair neatly styled and his sharp eyes already dissecting every detail of my appearance and demeanor. If Sirzechs was the charismatic face of devil leadership, Ajuka was clearly the brilliant mind behind their strategies.
Serafall Leviathan's presence was like a splash of vibrant color in the formal setting. Her black hair was styled in elaborate twin tails, and she wore what could only be described as a magical girl costume complete with frilly skirt and sparkly accessories. The contrast between her playful appearance and the undeniable power I could sense from her was jarring.
Finally, Falbium Asmodeus looked as though he'd rather be anywhere else. His long black hair hung somewhat messily around a face that spoke of chronic exhaustion, and he kept glancing longingly at what appeared to be a very comfortable-looking chair in the corner of the room.
"Ah, you must be Akira," Sirzechs said warmly, rising from his seat with a genuine smile. "Please, have a seat. Chysis has told us quite a lot about you."
I bowed formally before taking the indicated chair, acutely aware that I was probably the first human to sit at this particular table in centuries, if ever. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. I understand how valuable your time is."
"Nonsense," Serafall chirped, bouncing slightly in her seat. "Anyone who can create something that amazing deserves our full attention! The way Misla-chan just popped right up after drinking your potion was like something out of an anime! So dramatic and wonderful!"
Ajuka shot her a mildly exasperated look before turning his attention to me. "Before we discuss your proposal, I have to ask—are you affiliated with any of the major factions? Angels, fallen angels, gods from various pantheons?"
The question I'd been dreading. I met his gaze steadily, keeping my voice calm and measured. "If I were affiliated with any faction, why would I be here offering to help devils? Why would I be trying to cure your people of their greatest curse?"
It was a deflection rather than a direct answer, but it seemed to work. Ajuka nodded slowly, apparently satisfied with the logic.
"He has a point," Sirzechs mused. "Anyone working for another faction would hardly be interested in solving the Devil's Sleep Disease for us."
"Indeed," Falbium added, though he looked like he was fighting to keep his eyes open. "The question is whether we can trust someone whose background we know so little about."
I leaned forward slightly, choosing my words with care. "I understand your concerns completely, and I'm not asking you to trust me blindly. But I am asking that you consider what I'm offering. Seven doses of the Holy Water of Life per month, guaranteed, in exchange for one set of Evil Pieces."
"And why exactly do you want Evil Pieces?" Ajuka pressed, his analytical nature clearly not satisfied with my earlier vague explanation to Chysis. "They're not exactly common curiosities."
I had prepared for this question, but that didn't make answering it any easier. "I find the concept fascinating from a magical perspective. The ability to create such strong bonds, to share power and strengthen allies... it's incredible magic. I'd like to study how they work, perhaps even see if similar principles could be applied to other forms of magic."
It wasn't entirely untrue—I was genuinely curious about how Evil Pieces functioned. I just wasn't mentioning my plans to have them modified for human use.
Serafall clapped her hands together excitedly. "Oh, that's so interesting! Like reverse-engineering super magical girl transformation devices!"
"Something like that," I agreed, grateful for her enthusiasm even if her comparison was... unique.
Sirzechs leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "The Holy Water of Life is indeed incredibly valuable. What Chysis showed us... I've never seen anything that could completely reverse the effects of Devil's Sleep Disease so quickly and thoroughly."
"Seven doses per month would allow us to save a significant number of our people," Ajuka added, though his tone remained cautious. "However, Evil Pieces are also extremely valuable and difficult to create. Each set represents months of work on my part."
I nodded understandingly. "I'm not asking for them to be given away lightly. But consider this—how many devil families have members suffering from Devil's Sleep Disease? How much would they be willing to pay, in terms of favors, resources, or political support, to have their loved ones cured?"
The four Satans exchanged glances, and I could practically see the political calculations running through their minds. A cure for Devil's Sleep Disease wouldn't just be medically valuable—it would be a massive source of political capital and influence.
"You make a compelling argument," Sirzechs admitted. "However, I do have one more concern. If word of your abilities spreads—and it will, given the nature of what you're offering—you'll become a target for every major faction in the supernatural world. Are you prepared for that level of attention?"
The question sent a chill down my spine, but I forced myself to remain calm. "That's exactly why I'm hoping we can keep my identity as quiet as possible. I'm not looking to become famous or to attract attention from other factions. I just want to help people while securing something valuable for myself in return."
"A reasonable request," Falbium said, though he still looked half-asleep. "We can certainly ensure your identity remains confidential within our circles."
Serafall nodded eagerly. "Oh yes! We're super good at keeping secrets! Well, except for that time with the—"
"Serafall," Sirzechs interrupted gently, and she giggled, making a zipping motion across her lips.
Ajuka drummed his fingers against the obsidian table, clearly still processing everything. "The arrangement you're proposing... it's mutually beneficial, I'll grant you that. Seven doses of Holy Water of Life per month in exchange for one set of Evil Pieces and our discretion regarding your identity."
"That's correct," I confirmed.
"And you can guarantee the quality will remain consistent? The doses Chysis brought us were remarkably pure and potent."
"Absolutely. Each dose will be created with the same care and attention as the ones that cured Misla Bael."
The four Satans fell silent, and I could sense them communicating through some form of mental link. The wait felt eternal, every second stretching as I tried to read their expressions for any hint of their decision.
Finally, Sirzechs spoke. "We've reached a decision. Your proposal is accepted."
Relief flooded through me so intensely that I had to grip the arms of my chair to keep from sagging. "Thank you. I won't let you down."
Before we could finalize anything, I reached into my jacket and carefully withdrew five crystal bottles, each one glowing with that distinctive golden light. "I brought the first batch with me," I said, setting them gently on the obsidian table. "Five doses of Holy Water of Life, as promised."
The bottles seemed to capture and reflect the magical lighting in the chamber, casting dancing patterns of gold across the dark surface of the table. All four Satans leaned forward slightly, clearly remembering the miraculous effects they'd witnessed.
"You mentioned Chysis tested one on Misla Bael," I continued, "but what you might not know is that she tested another dose as well—on herself. She had some old injuries from a battle centuries ago that had never properly healed. The Holy Water took care of those completely."
Sirzechs' eyebrows rose. "She didn't mention that."
"Chysis is modest about her own wellbeing," I replied with a small smile. "But yes, it works just as effectively on any form of supernatural ailment or injury, not just Devil's Sleep Disease."
This revelation caused another round of meaningful glances between Satans. I could practically see them recalculating the value of what I was offering.
Satisfied with their reaction, I settled back in my chair. "So that's seven doses accounted for from this month's batch—two for testing, five for you to use as you see fit."
Ajuka stood and walked to an ornate cabinet built into the wall, retrieving an elegant wooden box that seemed to hum with contained magic. "One complete set of Evil Pieces, created by my own hand," he announced, setting it carefully on the table. "Sixteen pieces total—one King, one Queen, two Rooks, two Knights, two Bishops, and eight Pawns."
He opened the box, revealing the pieces nestled in velvet-lined compartments. Each piece gleamed with an inner light, but something about them felt different from what I'd expected. The magical signature was similar to what I'd read about Evil Pieces, but there were subtle variations that suggested significant modifications.
"These aren't standard Evil Pieces," Ajuka continued, his analytical mind clearly enjoying the opportunity to discuss his work. "I've spent considerable time modifying the fundamental magical matrices that govern their function."
I leaned forward, intrigued despite my attempt to appear only casually interested. "Modified how?"
"Standard Evil Pieces are designed to work exclusively with demonic power," he explained, his green eyes gleaming with scientific enthusiasm. "They transform the user into a devil and bind them to their King through demonic magic. These pieces, however, have been redesigned to work with pure magical energy instead of specifically demonic power."
My heart began to race, though I tried to keep my expression neutral. "What does that mean in practical terms?"
"It means," Ajuka said with a knowing smile, "that a human with sufficient magical ability could theoretically use these pieces to create their own peerage without requiring transformation into a devil. The bonds formed would be based on magical resonance and willing partnership rather than species conversion."
The implications hit me like a lightning bolt. He knew. Somehow, this brilliant devil had figured out exactly what I wanted these pieces for, and he'd actually modified them to make it possible.
"I... that's incredible," I managed, not having to fake my amazement. "The magical theory alone must have been incredibly complex."
"Oh, it was," Ajuka replied, clearly pleased with my appreciation. "Months of work to completely restructure the binding matrices, redesign the power distribution networks, and create safeguards to prevent magical incompatibility. But the theoretical applications were too fascinating to ignore."
Serafall clapped her hands together. "Ajuka-chan is the best at making impossible magical things work! He could probably make magical girl transformation items if he really wanted to!"
"The principle is similar," Ajuka admitted with what might have been mild embarrassment. "Though significantly more complex in execution."
I stared down at the modified Evil Pieces, hardly able to believe what I was seeing. "This is far more than I expected. Thank you doesn't seem adequate."
"Consider it an investment in future magical research," Ajuka replied. "If you do decide to experiment with creating your own peerage using these pieces, I'd be very interested in documenting the results. The data could prove invaluable for advancing our understanding of magical bonding theory."
I looked up at him, reading the clear invitation in his words. "You mean you'd be willing to help if I decided to pursue that path?"
"Absolutely. Contact me when you're ready to begin the process, and I'll walk you through the proper procedures. There are certain rituals and safeguards that need to be observed, even with modified pieces."
The other Satans didn't seem surprised by this offer, which suggested they'd discussed it beforehand. I was being invited into something far more significant than I'd originally imagined.
"I... thank you," I managed, carefully lifting the box. It was heavier than I'd expected, the weight somehow suggesting immense potential rather than mere physical mass.
"Now then," Sirzechs said, his businesslike tone shifting back to something warmer, "when can we expect the next monthly delivery? You've already provided this month's allotment."
"I can have the next seven doses ready within four weeks," I replied, my mind already racing with plans. "Should I continue delivering them to Chysis, or would you prefer another arrangement?"
"Chysis will work perfectly as our intermediary," Sirzechs confirmed. "She's already proven quite capable of handling sensitive magical materials."
Serafall bounced in her seat again. "Oh, this is so exciting! We're going to be able to help so many people! It's like the best kind of magical girl ending where everyone gets saved and becomes friends!"
Despite everything, I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "I hope so. That's certainly the goal."
As the meeting began to wind down, Falbium finally spoke up again. "One last thing. If you ever find yourself in serious trouble—the kind that might threaten your ability to continue creating the Holy Water of Life—contact us immediately. This arrangement is too valuable to all parties involved for us to let outside interference destroy it."
The implication was clear: they were now invested in my continued survival and success. It was both reassuring and slightly terrifying to know I had the protection of the four Satans, but also the responsibility that came with it.
"Understood," I said, standing and bowing formally once more. "Thank you all for this opportunity. I won't waste it."
As Chysis prepared the teleportation circle to send me home, I clutched the box of Evil Pieces against my chest and tried to process what had just happened. I'd done it. I'd actually convinced the four most powerful devils in existence to give me what I needed.
The familiar sensation of teleportation magic enveloped me, and the last thing I saw was Ajuka's knowing smile before the Underworld faded away, replaced by my own backyard and the comforting sight of home.
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