Diablo in Highschool DxD

Chapter 13: A tool? (2)

I turned 5 last month and with that milestone, also came the opportunity to finally make a contract with a celestial body.

However, we couldn't do it immediately. A multitude of reasons, which included but was not limited to: the stars not yet aligned and et cetera. Grandpa Yamamoto wrote in his book on the importance of timing, it was crucial to wait until the right moment. I wasn't dumb enough to risk my life just because I was a little impatient. We would have to wait until some time had passed before making the contract.

Not only that, but the contract had to be made in a specific location, deep within the Barbatos territory, where a special spatial place had been designated for this very purpose. It was also traditional

It had been two months since Violet had joined us, and although she hadn't yet spoken a single word, she had made significant progress in communicating with us. She now responded to some of my questions with nods, which was a huge improvement from when we first met.

I had also grown increasingly convinced that Violet was becoming attached to me, as she had grown increasingly clingy in recent days. More so, than usual

I had taken it upon myself to teach Violet how to read and write, and although I wasn't entirely sure if she had knew how to read now, her handwriting was absolutely beautiful. Even Grayfia had grudgingly admitted as much.

She also had a unique preference for writing letters, it seemed. At least, that was the impression she left on me because that's the only thing I've seen her doing without me telling her to do so. Every time I caught a glimpse of her, she was scribbling away on a piece of paper, a quill or fountain pen held daintily between her fingers. It was clear that she took great care in crafting each word and sentence, she was very meticulous

She also had a fondness for the tactile nature of the typewriter. I discovered this quite by accident one day, when one day when she followed me, I found her repeatedly glancing at a dusty old typewriter in the storage room. So I gave it to her, to which we come to the present day where she uses it quite often

I guessed that the clack-clack-clack of the keys and the ding of the bell at the end of a line seemed to soothe her.

Thus these days, all the non-important letters were handed over to her.

Grayfia also helped her with the intricacies of dressing and grooming herself in a manner befitting a lady. In the beginning, Grayfia had to assist her with even the most basic tasks, such as fastening buttons and tying ribbons, but as time passed, she became more adept at managing her appearance on her own.

Despite the practical assistance, Grayfia's attitude towards her still remained somewhat cold and aloof, it was clear that she had not fully accepted her. Unlike me, who had developed a bit of trust in her.

I asked her about her background, but she didn't say much....Well, she didn't say anything at all. I was very curious about her past but didn't push any further. She would tell me about it someday

She also had an endearing habit of giving a military salute from time to time. I couldn't help but wonder if it was a remnant from her training or from where she was from previously. It was a small detail, but it added a level of intrigue to her character that left me wanting to know more.

She now usually wears a white ribbon-tie dress with a Prussian blue jacket, the material of the dress flowing effortlessly as she moves. The jacket sits snugly on her shoulders, accentuating her frame. She compliments the outfit with a white, pleated silk skirt that grazes just above her ankles, giving a glimpse of her heeled, long leather boots that are of a deep brown. The boots, polished to a shine, add a touch of elegance to her overall appearance. She completes the look with brown gloves, covering her delicate hands.