True Magician

Chapter 8

Kuoh City. Church.

Before entering the church, I sent Merlin and Emiya to monitor the situation outside, while I went inside with Grandpa in ghost form.

The atmosphere inside matched the scene from the anime: benches were scattered, windows were broken, and plaster was occasionally chipping off the walls. Three Fallen from Reynal's group were also in the room, but not herself. Activating 3rd magic, I sensed her in the basement along with Asia and the renegade priests.

The trio of Fallen, hearing the sound of the doors opening, turned in her direction and noticed me.

- О? What's a cutie like you doing in an abandoned Church? - Loli-Fallen Mittelt asked.

- Cute? - I asked and raised an eyebrow. - Sorry, girl, but I'm not interested in little girls.

- Good grief. You've been rejected, little girl," Dohnaseek said with a chuckle.

- How dare you! - Mittelt shrieked and threw a spear of light at me. But it scattered before it reached me.

Heh. Just so you know, I didn't use my ring that I created earlier. Oh, no. That was Solomon's power. Since Romani Archaman is the reincarnation of Solomon, it follows that I was able to obtain some of his powers.

In addition to quickly understanding the magic I saw, which is actually why I can use teleportation, I was able to gain pseudo immunity to the attacks of low-level members of the Christian faction.

I realized this after the events in the Student Council room when I was attacked by Sona. The ring absorbed her magic, yes, but it did so only after dispelling the attack with my pseudo-immunity. Why? I suppose it's because Solomon was recognized as God himself, at least in the DxD world, making him a Saint of sorts.

Now, I had the attention of all three Fallen. They became wary, and summoned their spears.

- Who are you? What do you want? - Kalawarna asked.

- The fulfillment of a promise.

- To whom?" Mittelt asked already

- To me," said a voice behind them.

They turned around and saw Grandfather staring at them. The scene was very much like a trial. In fact, it was. Except that the judge, in this case, was both the jury and the executioner. I think Grandpa felt a sense of disappointment as he looked at the Fallen. After all, he was a servant of God who had been given the title of the Angel of Death, Azrael. And now, in this world, he sees those who were created by that very God, and turned away from him.

- You, the guardians of the Kingdom of Heaven, have cast aside your snow-white wings in favor of base desires. You, whose names the Evening Bell has rung, have chosen your fate," he chanted as he readied his sword.

- Who are you?! How dare you say that to us?! Who are you to judge us?! - roared Dohnaseek. I think Grandfather's words hurt him more than the others.

The trio of Fallen threw their spears at him, which he easily shattered. Grandfather began to slowly approach them, still keeping his eyes on them.

- I am a devoted servant of God. One who killed at His command. The one who has done His will on this earth in my lifetime. And the one who will pass judgment on you. I am your judge, jury and executioner.

- You...

They couldn't finish the sentence as their heads separated from their bodies. Cleanly, quickly and painlessly. Grandpa stared at their lifeless bodies for a few more seconds.

- Ready to move on? - I asked him.

He nodded and dematerialized. Opening a hidden hatch, I descended into the basement of the Church.