Diablo in Highschool DxD

Chapter 18: Capital, Here I Come

'This came faster than I expected....' Diablo thought as he stared at the letter in his hand. Violet, the one who had handed it over to him, diligently stood beside him. They were in the study.

It was a letter of summon to Lilith, for an inquiry. The basis being a possible breach of law. The accusatory, obviously, being the Naberius Clan. At the bottom of the parchment, intricate sigils representing each Satan and the Great King Faction adorned the page Though it was kind of interesting that all Satans would be present for the inquiry, but considering all the parties this incident involves...on second thought, not so surprised.

He put the letter down on the desk, He'll go....obviously. He would not reject a summon, it would just make him look guilty and escalate the situation drastically. He needed to go the capital anyway as well, there was a deal he had to take part in with a certain contact.

He turned around to face Violet, "Reply a confirmation, House Barbatos will act accordingly" She her hand gracefully reaching for a pen, poised to fulfill her task at once

"By the way, is she up?" Violet nodded her head again in response. Kuroka woke up rather later than the other occupants of the mansion, by the time she got out of her room, all of them were done with breakfast. Food was usually sent directly to her room when she was finally awake. It was obvious she was doing it intentionally, but it didn't really matter. Though he did make sure to bring her in the dining room with everyone for lunch and dinner, no excuses would save her then

Three days had elapsed since Kuroka's arrival, and during that time, she had maintained a reserved and distant demeanor, choosing to linger within the confines of her room. Only when Diablo summoned her for food did she emerge, her interactions reduced to brief and curt responses, or sometimes none at all. It was evident that trust did not come easily to her—a fragile commodity that had been shattered countless times in her tumultuous past. Diablo couldn't help but empathise with her guardedness. After all, he knew all too well that rebuilding trust was an arduous task, particularly for someone with a history as troubled as hers. Surprisingly, there had been no attempts to escape her gilded cage, a fact that slightly intrigued him. He had half-expected her to test the boundaries, even if only in a small way, but she remained seemingly content within the mansion's confines.

Suddenly a maid entered to the room, disrupting his thoughts, "Young master" he turned to face her in curiosity. There was a frown on her face, "Young master, we have a-"

"Diaaaa-channnnn~" The frown creased deeper in annoyance as the high pitched voice emerged out from nowhere behind her, and there she was.

She was older, her figure had matured, accentuating her graceful curves. Her figure had transformed quite a bit since their last encounter. As her sapphire eyes scanned the room, they gleamed with joy upon finally spotting him. Draped in a flowing, snow-white dress that trailed behind her, she exuded an ethereal charm. Her long, golden tresses danced in the air, mirroring the fluttering of her elegant attire. She approached him slowly, yet with an air of undeniable confidence, her arms outstretched as she came closer....and closer?

Huh?

Before he had time to fully comprehend the situation, he found himself engulfed in the warm embrace of this captivating woman. Her arms wrapped around him tightly, pressing him against her in a display of affection. He had frozen, everyone in the room had frozen, except for the instigator who giggled with unbridled happiness, holding him steadfastly.

For what felt like an eternity, the room remained in a state of suspended animation, as each person processed the unexpected turn of events. Time seemed to hang in the air, pregnant with anticipation and tension.

It took a fair minute for everyone to process what happened

CRACK!

Then, a sharp crack pierced through the silence, as the pen held by Violet snapped in two under the pressure of her grip. Despite the physical display of frustration, Violet's expression remained unchanged, a mask of stoicism. Both she and Grayfia radiated an ominous aura, their surroundings growing colder by the second. However, the woman in the resplendent white dress appeared completely unfazed by the mounting tension, as if shielded by an impenetrable barrier.