After returning home from Aranearum, where they survived the nightmare of the giga-hell spider train, Y/n Law thought the worst was finally behind them. During the hunt, they forged an unlikely partnership with a powerful demon after proving they we...
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The library was quieter than the courtyard had been.
Which, in hindsight, meant it was only slightly less chaotic—just in a more organized way.
Stacks of books lined towering shelves that curved upward like a cathedral built for knowledge instead of worship. Dust floated in slow spirals through shafts of light.
Crowley stood near a long table covered in open atlases.
Grim—still collared—was somewhere nearby making muffled angry noises.
Crowley flipped another page.
Then another.
Then stopped.
Silence stretched.
Finally—
Crowley: "Just as I'd suspected. Nothing."
He closed the book with a soft thud.
Then turned it around so she could see.
Empty index pages.
Blank references.
Missing entries where entire continents should have been.
Crowley: "Not only is your homeland not listed on any map from any point in history..."
He leaned back slightly, studying her now with something sharper beneath the theatrics.
"...Now, are you QUITE sure that you come from such a place? That wasn't some sort of lie, or jape?"
A pause.
Then lightly:
Crowley: "Because if so, the only explanation is that you've come from another planet. Or perhaps you were summoned here from another dimension?"
Y/n didn't react immediately.
Her gaze lingered on the blank map.
Then she spoke.
"...Neither explanation is useful without evidence."
Crowley blinked.
That wasn't the response he was used to.
Y/n continued calmly.
"If I were summoned, there would be a known summoner, traceable ritual residue, or a magical signature consistent with external transfer."
A slight tilt of her head.
"I have none of those things."
Beat.
"...So either your world's record-keeping is incomplete, or I am not included in it."
Crowley's smile tightened.
Crowley: "Hm. How delightfully rational."
Grim gave a muffled "mrrph!" from somewhere under the table.
Crowley turned a page again, then sighed theatrically.
Crowley: "Show me everything that you brought here with you. Do you have some form of identification, a driver's license perhaps? Or even a... shoe? You do seem a tad bit... empty-handed."
Y/n looked at him.
"...No."
A pause.
Crowley stared.
"...Nothing at all?"
Y/n thought for a moment.
"...I have what I was wearing."
Grim muffled something that sounded like laughter through rage.
Crowley pinched the bridge of his nose.
Crowley: "Well, this is quite the predicament."
He paced once.
Twice.
Then stopped dramatically.
Crowley: "I cannot have someone with no aptitude for magic bumbling about my magic academy. And yet, as an educator, I am loath to expel a young person without a cent to their name, or any ability to contact their guardian..."
He spread his arms wide.
Crowley: "Truly, my grace is boundless."
Y/n watched him.
"...That is one interpretation."
Crowley ignored that.
Then snapped his fingers.
Crowley: "Ah! There is a vacant building on this campus. It was, in fact, used as a dorm a long time ago. With a proper cleaning, it should be habitable enough."
Grim immediately stiffened.
"Mmph?!"
Y/n glanced down at him briefly.
Crowley continued, voice swelling with self-importance.
Crowley: "Out of the profound kindness of my heart, I will allow you to live there for the time being. In the meantime, we will investigate other ways to send you home."
He placed a hand to his chest.
Crowley: "Dear me, but I am a gracious man indeed! A model educator, one might say."
Y/n blinked once.
"...You are housing an unidentified, possibly interdimensional individual with no oversight in an abandoned building."
Crowley smiled brightly.
Crowley: "Well then, I shall take you to your dorm straight away. It is an older building, but it has plenty of... character, one might say."
