A few moments later...
Alear appeared at the top of a tall residential apartment building that was enveloped by a magical barrier that darkened the sky, the morning wind lightly tousling his pink-magenta hair.
The teleportation was instantaneous and silent.
Currently, he possessed three ways of moving through space. The first was the teleportation magic used by his race; the second, [Transposition]; and the third, the spell inherited from his past life, [Tροψα]. He had just used the latter. It was a spell he had learned directly from Medea in his previous life in Chaldea, a Spatial Transportation technique that imitated the true Magic responsible for teleportation.....
In addition to allowing individual movement, [Tροψα] also made it possible to carry others along or summon targets from a distance, pulling them to his position. Among all the options in his arsenal, it was the fastest activation method for covering long distances.
The process was described as the sensation of being torn from the third dimension, passing through multiple dimensional layers, and finally being reinserted into the original reality at a different point. Precisely because of this, it was extremely difficult to "visualize" this phenomenon with accuracy.
[Demonic Power], by its nature, could only structure magic based on two factors: the user's ability to mentally conceive the process and the amount of energy available in their body. In his case, however, the practical limitation was smaller; his familiarity with the spell was so deep that simply reproducing the sensation and logic of the displacement in his mind was enough to activate it.
Even without having fully completed this process, he had already conducted some tests over the past few days. Because of that, he knew he could resort to [High-Speed Divine Words] to bypass any limitations in converting his Magecraft into magic within that world. It was a Thaumaturgical Theory originating from the Age of Gods, whose pronunciation had already become impossible for modern humans. Unlike the incantations of his former world, which essentially functioned as forms of self-hypnosis to activate and modulate magical circuits, Divine Words operated on a more fundamental level, allowing the user to exercise a fraction of the authority of the gods themselves.
In his previous life, he was able to use them because, through his Magecraft, he had transplanted fragments of divinities into himself. This not only made the activation of those words possible but also granted him a level of precision and speed that, in some aspects, even surpassed Medea's.
In this life, he was able to use them because he was a Devil and not an ordinary human. Even so, he would not rely on this form of "incantation" from the Age of Gods when he could use magic through imagination....
The building he had teleported to was located in a common residential area. It had twelve floors, a white facade, and narrow balconies. From the top, he had a privileged view of much of Setagaya—well, he would have, if he were not within the bounds of the magical barrier that had been erected in the area. Fortunately, it was easy to enter this type of barrier.....
His eyes narrowed as he focused on a grassy, abandoned lot about a kilometer away, hidden behind a cluster of old buildings. There, two girls were running desperately.
He enhanced his vision through his [Reinforcement] magic to see perfectly at that distance.
One of them was a girl of stunning and extremely sensual beauty. Her long crimson hair fell to her waist like a cascade, with two strands tied on both sides, forming a delicate and well-crafted hairstyle. Her pink eyes stood out intensely, and her facial features were perfectly proportioned—beautiful… that was the only word that came close to describing her. But what drew the most attention was her body, which was voluptuous and striking, with well-defined curves that stood out even in motion. Her ample breasts moved slightly with each uneven step, visible beneath the white sailor-style uniform blouse, with black collar and cuffs adorned with light horizontal stripes, along with an orange tie resting over her chest. Her waist was slim and well-defined, contrasting with her wide hips and accentuated silhouette, which stood out as she ran. The short black skirt, with a single white stripe, followed the movement of her legs, revealing thick, well-shaped thighs. She wore long black stockings, held by a red ribbon at the top, and wine-colored shoes that completed the outfit....
He quickly guessed that was Mio Naruse. Narrowing his eyes briefly, he noticed a streak of blood running down her forehead—an obvious injury—as well as a cut on her arm, from which blood still flowed. Her movements were irregular; she was limping.
His attention then shifted to the other girl, smaller and with a delicate appearance. Her long silver hair moved lightly in the wind, framing a fine and very beautiful face. Her violet eyes, large and bright, reflected an intense mix of determination and fear, clearly revealing the pressure of the situation. There was a charm about her that was hard to describe—something instinctive, almost natural, fitting her succubus nature. She wore a black dress adorned with white frills, whose collar displayed a small functional lock, likely meant for her magical key. Dark leggings and boots decorated with purple hearts completed the outfit. Despite her smaller frame, her body had provocative and well-defined curves. Her breasts, medium to large in size, shaped the fabric of the dress clearly. Her extremely slim waist created a sharp contrast with her gently widened hips, forming a harmonious and attractive silhouette.
That must be Maria Naruse, right?
She ran alongside Mio while casting small fire spells behind her, desperately trying to slow down their pursuers.
Right behind them, several Fallen Angels advanced in pursuit, black wings spread and auras filled with hostility. They fired beams of light and spears of energy, quickly closing the distance.
It was the first time he had seen Fallen Angels in person. Even so, his impression was immediate: they were more imposing than he had imagined....
He curled his lips slightly.
"I arrived a bit late, even using teleportation..."
For a moment, a thought crossed his mind: was he being too lucky in this life?
The circumstances seemed to align with artificial precision, as if the world itself were smoothing his path, giving him the best potential, the best conditions to gain political power and be almost untouchable directly—and now this.... When he decided to come to Tokyo, just as he remembered from the original storyline, he never imagined he would fall, so soon, into such a "perfect" situation to recruit the first members of his peerage.
After all, what method could be simpler and more effective than playing the role of the hero who saves the damsel in distress?
In his past life, he had conquered countless beauties exactly this way, although that detail was now irrelevant. Even so, he could not help but consider the possibility that there was something more behind encountering such a favorable situation. Perhaps it wasn't just the [Fate Gacha] ability obtained upon reaching the Root, but also some kind of additional "blessing."
A subtle tilt of fate in his favor. Luck in circumstances.
It made sense. In his previous life, he had saved humanity at the cost of almost absurd misfortune. Now, apparently, that imbalance had been compensated—not in the form of direct luck, since his performance in things like gacha was still questionable, but in how the events around him organized themselves.
As if the world was finally on his side and he were some kind of chosen one....
...Far too similar to that idiot Jason, whose luck in these kinds of situations had always been irritatingly high.
He shook his head, pushing away the excessive thoughts.
"Overthinking doesn't help at all."
He took a step forward, the wind blowing against his body as he watched the chase below—it was time to act!
Without haste, he calmly brought his hands together in front of his body, the gesture almost lazy, as if he were merely stretching his fingers after a long yawn.
In the space between his palms, a sphere of clear, perfect water instantly condensed, slowly spinning. The next second, the sphere burst into dozens—no, hundreds—of translucent water serpents that shot forward like living projectiles, slicing through the air at the speed of sound with an almost inaudible sharp hiss.
The serpents twisted in unpredictable trajectories, weaving through the sky in different directions, all converging on the Fallen Angels chasing the girls a kilometer away.
Three of them were pierced simultaneously—their chests, necks, and wings each impaled by liquid blades as sharp as razors.
The bodies fell from the sky without even having time to scream.
The rest tried to dodge with desperate movements, spreading their black wings and spinning midair, but the serpents instantly corrected their course, faster and more precise than guided missiles. Another serpent pierced the skull of a fourth Fallen Angel, exploding his head into a red mist. The remaining ones struck the others, tearing wings, piercing shoulders and thighs, causing black blood to gush out as the Fallen screamed in pain and rage.
He released his hands with the same laziness, letting them fall to his sides.
At that very moment, his body vanished from the top of the building.
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Mio Naruse stumbled, her arm still bleeding, her breathing irregular. Her mind, however, did not keep up with her body—it lagged behind, trapped in a whirlwind of thoughts that seemed disconnected from the urgency of the moment.
Until six months ago, her life had been completely normal. Sixteen years of an ordinary, predictable, safe routine. Then, without warning, everything changed. Her powers awakened abruptly, and with them came consequences. Supernatural beings she had never known existed began to pursue her.
Her parents died because of it.
The memory was still hard to face. She barely had time to understand what was happening before she was forced to flee. It was Maria who saved her, who explained—at least as much as possible—about the supernatural hidden in this world. An Underworld. Factions. Powers inherited from her father who had died....
For a long time, all of it felt like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.
During those six months, her life was reduced to running. From city to city, from hiding place to hiding place, always being hunted by those who wished to capture or eliminate her. In the midst of that, she was forced to learn how to use magic to defend herself. According to Maria, her talent was undeniable—something out of the ordinary. But talent was not the same as control. The powers she had inherited were difficult to master. Fortunately, she managed to get through the worst situations and overcome it all. Until they found that neighborhood. A relatively safe place. For the first time in months, she began to experience something close to a normal life again—even if fragile, even if temporary....
And now, this.
The attack of the Fallen Angels had destroyed even that illusion of stability. Reality had caught up to her once again, brutally. For a moment, as she ran, injured and exhausted, she truly believed that this would be the end—that she would die there... But fate had something else in mind. She turned back; ahead of her, Maria remained firm, her silver hair whipped by the wind as she watched the Fallen Angels being killed and wounded by those water serpents....
What?
She was shocked upon seeing that...
What... had just happened?
Who had saved them?
They didn't have to wait long for an answer.
The body of one of the fallen Fallen Angels—the one who had landed further ahead—simply disappeared. At that very instant, a completely different figure appeared in his place.
A young man with pink-magenta hair. He wore ordinary clothes, but even normal clothing couldn't hide his impeccable and handsome appearance; his figure was tall and elegant.
For a brief moment, time seemed to slow down for both of them. The tension that had kept them moving—the pure instinct for survival—gave way to a state of shock that was difficult to process. Mio's pink eyes widened, too stunned to speak. Maria froze in front of her, arms still raised in a defensive stance, her body trembling.
The young man looked at them for a second, the wind lightly tousling his pink-magenta hair, his eyes of the same color so beautiful they seemed almost supernatural as they rested on the two of them. A soft, reassuring smile appeared on his lips.
"Are you two alright?"
His voice was calm, almost gentle, completely contrasting with the chaos around them. Behind him, the remaining Fallen Angels stopped midair, stunned by his sudden appearance.
Maria blinked several times, her mouth slightly open.
"W-who... who are you...?"
Mio, still panting and with her arm bleeding, simply stared at him with wide eyes, as if unable to process the situation.
Alear tilted his head slightly, his smile remaining gentle.
"Someone who happened to pass by at the right time, it seems."
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to introduce himself or talk further with the girls. The remaining Fallen Angels—five of them—quickly regained their composure after his sudden appearance, their faces twisted with anger and surprise as they turned toward him.
"Who the hell are you?!" one of them snarled, his voice filled with menace, a spear of light already forming in his hand. "Don't meddle where you're not wanted, boy! Those two belong to the Grigori! Step aside if you don't want to die along with them!"
Another Fallen Angel laughed mockingly, his eyes gleaming with cruelty.
"A Devil playing hero? Pathetic. Move, or we'll rip your wings off first."
Alear looked at them for a second, his expression completely calm. Then, a faint, cold smile appeared on his lips.
"These two girls... are now under my protection." His voice was low, but carried a quiet authority that made the air around them feel heavier. "And I've decided that you're going to die now...."
Without another word, Alear raised his right hand with an almost lazy gesture. Instantly, dozens of bright pink-magenta magic circles materialized around him, slowly rotating in the air like ethereal gears. Complex patterns and ancient runes glowed with supernatural intensity, illuminating the entire sky darkened by the barrier.
Instead of using his Longinus or his physical abilities, he chose to use his specialty—magic—using [Machia Hecatic Graea], which he had also copied from Medea in his past life....
Beams of dark pink light, thin and concentrated like divine lasers, fired from all the circles at once. The entire sky lit up with an intense pink glow for a brief instant.
The Fallen Angels had no time to react.
The beams pierced their bodies with precision—heads, chests, wings, throats—passing through them as if they were paper. There were no dramatic explosions, no prolonged screams. Just light, silence, and in less than two seconds, the mutilated and charred bodies fell from the sky like broken dolls, hitting the ground of the abandoned field.
Absolute silence.
Mio and Maria stood frozen, their eyes wide in pure shock. The ease with which he eliminated the pursuers who had nearly killed them was absurd. Maria, who still had her arms raised in a defensive stance, felt her knees tremble.
Alear calmly turned toward them and approached.
Maria reacted first. With a quick movement, she stepped in front of Mio, her arms trembling but her voice firm:
"Don't come any closer! Who are you?! If you came after Mio-sama, you'll have to go through me first!"
Alear stopped a few steps away. He looked at Maria with the same gentle, calm smile as before.
"If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have saved you just now. It kind of defeats the purpose of saving you, don't you think?"
Maria hesitated, her violet eyes blinking rapidly. His simple, calm logic made her defensive stance falter. Slowly, she lowered her arms, still wary but no longer openly hostile.
Alear took the last few steps and stopped right in front of them. Without any sudden movement, he slipped his hand into his pocket, took out two small crystal vials, and extended one to each of them.
"Drink this. It will heal your injuries."
Maria frowned, hesitant, looking at the vial as if it were poison.
Mio, still panting and with her arm bleeding, took the vial without a second thought. She looked at Maria.
"Maria... let's trust him. He saved us. If he wanted to hurt us, he already would have."
Maria bit her lip, but eventually accepted the vial. The two of them drank the contents in a single gulp.
In the next instant, a gentle, comforting warmth spread through their bodies. The deep cuts on Mio's arm and forehead closed completely, her skin regenerating without leaving scars. Maria's bruises and scratches disappeared just the same. The extreme fatigue and pain vanished as if they had never existed.
The two stared at their own bodies in astonishment.
"This..." Mio touched her healed arm, her pink eyes shining with surprise. "What was that? How...?"
Alear put the empty vials away and replied calmly:
"They are [Phoenix Tears] that I received a few days ago. A special potion produced by the Phenex Clan."
Maria's eyes widened in shock.
"Phoenix Tears?!" She quickly turned to Mio, who was confused, explaining rapidly: "Mio-sama, these are extremely rare and valuable potions. A single drop can regenerate severe injuries almost instantly and restore someone's health. It doesn't cure excessive blood loss or internal organ damage, but it can reattach severed limbs if used correctly. They are considered treasures even among high-class nobles..."
Mio remained silent for a few seconds, still touching her healed arm as if she couldn't believe it.
On the other hand, after saying all that, Maria swallowed before asking, her voice slightly lower:
"...To have Phoenix Tears and give them casually to someone you don't even know. Who exactly are you? Why did you help us?"
Alear held their gaze for a moment, his calm smile still on his lips. He inclined his head in a polite and formal greeting, his naturally aristocratic posture contrasting with the simple clothes he wore.
"My name is Alear Gäap Häagenti. I am the current Lord of the Houses Häagenti and Gäap of the Underworld...." he replied calmly and clearly, his voice carrying natural authority but without arrogance. "As for the reason... let's just say I was looking for the two of you. And, fortunately, I arrived at the right moment."
He paused briefly, looking alternately at Mio and Maria.
"I know all of this must be very confusing and frightening right now. You've just escaped a deadly pursuit, and suddenly a stranger appears, saves you, heals your injuries, and says he was looking for you both. Naturally, I would be suspicious, and you should be suspicious of my intentions as well. But I give you my word that I won't force you to do anything. I would simply like to invite you to a calmer, more private conversation....."
Maria frowned, still protective, but Mio, who seemed a bit more composed, looked at him with a mix of gratitude and caution.
Alear extended his open hand in a peaceful gesture, without taking another step forward.
"I promise I won't do anything against your will. If you prefer to leave now, I won't stop you. But honestly, I think we have common interests... and I can offer real protection against whoever is after you."
After hearing everything, the two girls exchanged a quick glance, clearly indecisive. After a silent exchange, Mio looked at him and accepted:
"Alright, we'll go with you! Since you saved us, the least we can do is hear you out! But be aware—if you try anything, I'll kill you a hundred times!"
She narrowed her eyes at the end of her words.
Alear found it slightly amusing. He nodded and said:
"Alright, I promise I'll behave. Do you have a private place where we can talk?"
"About that... we have our house. It's not too far from here. We can go there if that's alright with you...." Maria said thoughtfully. The young man before her eyes was not entirely unfamiliar to her, yet there was still hesitation in her voice. Bringing a stranger—someone she only knew by name—into her home was not something she would do under normal circumstances. However, the situation had already gone beyond any notion of "normal." Considering the Fallen Angels' attack, it was only a matter of time before that place ceased to be safe. Even if they returned now, they likely wouldn't be able to stay there much longer. Given that, bringing someone along didn't seem like a major problem...
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