The Holy Knight of DxD

Special: a Christmas in Kuoh

A/N: You will notice that this chapter will be more hasty at the end. This is because I really wanted to get it out today, but I've been sick this week and couldn't write anything because of the high fever.

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"What the hell is she doing?" Mordred asked confused.

"She decided to catch Santa Claus," Y/N replied, shifting attention to Jack. "I don't know how she did it, but she convinced Jack."

"Why?" Mordred grunted.

Y/N shrugged his shoulders.

"Rather, did you get Martha's present at the end?"

"Ugh..." Y/N went pale, the cold sweat falling from his forehead. "Sorry. I didn't mean to. Between preventing extremist believers from starting a holy war, resetting damage, and punishing perverts." Y/N glared at a Merlin tied upside down. "I forgot her present."

An idea struck him.

"Don't even think about it," Artoria immediately stopped him. "You're not gonna kidnap Santa."

Santa was just like the Heroic Spirits and all the supernatural beings that lived in that dimension. He was a benign Spirit generated by the faith of children. As a comparison, he was like the Nursery Rhyme. Santa was the Hero of Children.

"Why do you always think I want to do something stupid?" Y/N sighed wearily.

No, he wasn't planning anything like that.

"Sorry, I have to meet someone." A teleport circle opened under Y/N's feet. "I'll be back soon."

In the blink of an eye, Y/N was gone.

Artoria and Mordred were worried.

They were sure he would have done something stupid.

"What have you done to him?" Arthur asked Mordred.

Mordred smiled proudly. "It will leave him speechless, trust me."

"Does it explode?" Kuroka chirped.

"Decapitate?" Tamamo smiled flirtatiously.

Mordred snorted annoyed.

"Did you want anything?" Mordred asked.

"It looks like the meat won't be enough for the grill," Kuroka replied.

Martha's Ahoge tuft stood up. She turned to Kuroka and stared at her with horror-filled eyes.

"All right. Make me a list of what's missing," Mordred replied. "Do you come with me, Martha?"

"No, I have to stay here to make sure Santa doesn't break in," Martha replied, gripping the butterfly net.

Mordred sighed. Her daughter was just like Y/N.

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"You know what. I don't know why but he seems depressed," Gareth said, noticing Rider sitting in the garden, with a pile of empty glass bottles resting next to him. "Do you know what he may have?"

It was normal for them to see him drinking worse than an alcoholic, yet it was different from the rest of the days.

Nobody knew Rider's past, and even though he was Y/N, he wasn't at the same time.

"Did someone ever tell you that staring at people is rude?" Rider turned to the hiding place where Gareth was.

Gareth and Gawain came out from around the corner.

"Do you want to drink with me?" Rider offered them a bottle.

"Ah no, we must be ready," Gareth denied.