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After forcibly concluding the contract with Yukino Yukinoshita, Takumi also checked her status panel.
[Name: Yukino Yukinoshita]
[Class: Student]
[Level: 1]
[Traits: Yuki-onna Bloodline (Purple), Noble House (Blue), Fortune's Favored (Blue), Learning Genius (Blue) …]
[Yuki-onna Bloodline (Purple): A highly pure Yuki-onna bloodline slumbers within; not yet awakened.]
[Noble House (Blue): Born to a prestigious local house; family is well-off.]
[Learning Genius (Blue): Exceptional comprehension; learns anything at remarkable speed.]
"Eh, a Yuki-onna bloodline? Not bad at all." Takumi's eyes lit up—Yukino's traits were honestly quite good.
Yukino—still not understanding she'd become a servant—looked down at herself in confusion. She only felt something inside her surge for an instant… and then vanish without a trace.
Very soon, however, she discovered the first issue: after the Master–Servant Contract, Takumi's presence had become crystal clear. Even with her eyes closed, she could sense exactly where he was.
"W-what is happening?"
"Simply put, we formed a contract. And don't even think about reporting us—there would be… very serious consequences." After speaking, Takumi added her into the [Rooftop Chat Group] he'd created.
The moment a newcomer joined, bubbles popped up.
Yuki Suou: "Welcome, newcomer! confetti~~"
Hitagi Senjougahara: "Who did the pervert-kun drag in this time?"
Yukino Yukinoshita: "?"
Momo Ayase: "Eh, it's Yukinoshita-san!"
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Staring at the chat feed, Yukino looked blankly to Takumi. "What's this chat for?"
Takumi gave her the look one saves for an idiot. "For chatting, obviously."
"…I'm not an idiot. I mean—why did you pull me in?"
He didn't explain; he only replied, meaningfully, "You'll understand later."
Not long after his words fell, pitch-black shadows spread again. The park, which should have been lively with foot traffic, became deathly silent. Yukino, wanting to leave, had no choice but to draw closer to Takumi.
"They're coming!" Maria stared forward, face taut. Bestial silhouettes emerged from the dark; their savage contours stole the breath from one's lungs. But this time, there was no fear at all on Mio Naruse's face—while Takumi's expression, instead, grew more solemn.
Raynare, Kalawarna, and Mittelt suddenly appeared in the sky. Raynare, at their head, called anxiously, "Master, beware—there's a very strong demon coming!!"
No sooner had her voice traveled than a magic bullet, roaring with fierce pressure, streaked in. The three Fallen Angels pooled their light to block—but were still blasted hundreds of meters away in a single strike.
Amid the rising dust, a tall, voluptuous, and seductively mature dark-skinned figure appeared, wand in hand. Waist-length brown hair; chocolate skin smooth as silk—wilder and more sensual than a cool white complexion.
A sultry face framed by red-rimmed glasses added a note of intellectual charm. A standard mage's robe did nothing to hide the abundant curves beneath. Two buttons at the chest strained pitifully at the collar; the heaving fullness within looked ready to spill free.
A cutout corseted waist showcased her tight, bountiful torso to the fullest. A high, firm backside; long, straight legs in purple-black high boots. From head to toe, she emanated a queen's noble, carnal aura.
As Katarea Leviathan made her entrance, the corners of her lips curled in a bewitching smile.
"I thought Leohart was overusing me, calling me out for this. I didn't expect a pleasant surprise. To have high-tier Fallen Angels at your beck and call—you really are a shock, aren't you, you sudden 'descendant of the Morax Family.'"
Katarea stared straight at Takumi, a trace of appreciation in her eyes. Even as a descendant of the Original Demon Lord Leviathan, she had never enslaved any Fallen Angel. At close range, she could tell Takumi possessed at least the strength of a Ultimate-class demon. Not only was he strikingly handsome and brimming with charm, but his bloodline purity was clearly high. At his age, even she hadn't reached High-class strength. From birth till now, she had never admired any man—but this time, she was genuinely moved. Both her subjective impression and the primal instinct of her lush body to breed heirs urged her to spare him.
Her eyes shimmered with heat; her mature voice purred: "Listen well, little one. I am a descendant of the Original Demon Lord Leviathan, and I will reclaim that throne—Katarea Leviathan. I'll give you a chance: submit to me, abandon that engagement with the Sitri girl… and I will spare your life!!"
She leveled her wand at Takumi; Demon Lord–class pressure surged from her, congealing the very air. The girls, caught in the shockwave of her aura, all blanched; their waists nearly buckled.
Takumi stood like a cliff, unleashing his own spirit to forcibly shoulder Katarea's oppression, giving the others room to breathe. Mio, Maria, and the rest stared, lips trembling, at a loss—the gap was too vast.
Even Rias, watching from afar, had gone pale. No one had expected the War Faction's demons to be this ruthless. They'd thought sending a High-class—or at most an Ultimate-class—attacker was the limit. They never imagined they would dispatch a Demon Lord–class foe… and a descendant of the Original Leviathan at that—Katarea Leviathan.
The current Leviathan seat was held by Sona's sister; Katarea cooperating with the other side was, sadly, understandable. Sona immediately contacted her sister, Serafall Leviathan, hoping she could rush in time to aid Takumi. But with how dire things were, that hope looked slim.
Facing Katarea head-on, Takumi peeled away layers of gravity weighing on his body.
Crack—BOOM!!
With pure flesh alone, he shook off the oppressive blaze Katarea exuded. In the bursting shockwave, Takumi tilted his head up to meet her gaze.
"Hmph. If you want me to submit… try beating me first!!"
"Boost!"
The Boosted Gear flashed into being on his arm; Takumi's aura swelled in an instant, faintly poised to stand shoulder to shoulder with Katarea. The once-certain Katarea changed color the moment she saw the gauntlet.
"So you're the new Red Dragon Emperor—no wonder you're so sure of yourself. But, little one, a gap in absolute power isn't something a Sacred Gear can smooth over!"
Her voice brimmed with arrogance, but her eyes burned hotter. If she could subdue the Red Dragon Emperor as her servant, her chances of seizing the Leviathan throne would soar.
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