The Hidden Devil - BLACK CLOVER X OC

A Slip Of A Mistake

“Come on Rey, let’s train!”

“I’m coming Asta, let me eat my snack first. Charmy, these are so delicious. Can I have some more?”

“Here you go, Rey”

“Alright, thank you. I’ll catch up with Asta now”

“Hundred and twelve, hundred and thirteen…”

‘There is no way he reached a hundred pushups by now, what the hell?’

Asta, Nero, and I stood in the forest training. Sometimes we did our own spells, and sometimes we trained against each other.

“Nero, there is a serious improvement from your side”

She looked surprised but then thanked me, saying that I too had grown stronger.

“8003, 8004…”

‘How the hell?!’

“Asta, are your muscles not hurting?”

“Oh? They hurt when I stop so I keep going, 8020, 8021…”

I and Nero shared the same look as he said that but we couldn’t ignore the fact that he was growing strong.

‘If this goes on, he might have more muscles than Yami, not that I stare at their muscles or anything. God, I’m starting to sound like Noelle’

“Uh, Rey? You’re zoned out”

“Huh?”

Just then, some lady came from the bushes. She was wobbling on her feet and then she suddenly fell down. The three of us, wasted no time and instantly rushed to her side.

“Is she okay?” Asta asked.

“Let me check” I said checking her face.

“Huh, her health seems okay-”

My instincts were too late.

“Take this!” she yelled, opening a small vile.

Purple fumes surrounded us and we started coughing.

“Asta… y-your sword, cancel t-the magic”

I felt my body wobble as all my strength got depleted from me.

‘I need to save them… Asta, Nero. I won’t let you get hurt’

The fumes cleared and I was finally able to finally see. I was on my knees, my legs giving out. Strange people, wearing weird devil-like masks surrounded us.

“R-Rey…”

I looked to the side seeing both Asta and Nero, had fallen to the ground. Soon enough, I would meet their fate.

“Luck’s on our side, we got all of them. You go grab the devils, I'll take the Kitsune”

‘No… I can’t allow…’

A mana explosion blasted out of me, it was definitely not much but it was enough. I sent out a blast to those who were near Asta and Nero then created a dome to secure both of them.

Someone then roughly grabbed my hands as I struggled, almost pitifully with all the strength drained out of me.

My vision was blurred but I saw them trying to break the dome and capture Asta and Nero again. And as I saw that, something in me still fought on.

Maybe it was luck or some blessing of nature, but my grimoire fell down from my latch and opened up, glowing dimly.

Someone was trying to grab my book, but his hand burned the moment he touched it. My body fell limp against whoever was holding me and with my last strength I muttered my spell.