Chapter 20 - HOLY SWORDS ARC - BEGIN

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FINALLLYYY, We're getting to the Holy Swords arc!!

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"So...you're saying that this person...is physically a one-to-one perfect match to Demiurge from the anime/manga series Overlord?"

Right now, Kuraima was in the school office of Sona Sitri, discussing the person who had attacked his beloved underlings. Mainly because Rias and her peerage had yet to return from their fight with that phoenix guy.

"Yeah. And from what I'm told, he has shapeshifting abilities. Just like the guy in the show. I think."

Sona just stared at him blankly, causing him to avert his gaze.

"If I knew anything else I'd tell you. Dude didn't even drop a name. Speaking of which," The Astral champion pulled out a piece of paper with the drawing of some kind of sigil. "I don't know how the hell she pulled it off, but Perfa managed to draw out the magic circle he created when he teleported away."

"Such penmanship...and this was only done with a red crayon..." Sona murmured to herself, "...I'll have to invoke my authority as a Devil to ensure that this 'Perfa' does not fall into the hands of the Manga Club..."

"Okay, now that's a scary thought."

The student council president flinched. "Gh! Did I really say that out loud?"

"....Yeah? Look, I don't think she'd actually join because, well, 'I'm da boss', so chances are she'd ask me first as like. Buuuut on the off chance that she doesn't....yeah. Give me some names and I'll take care of the rest."

"You're really taking the whole 'mob boss' thing seriously, aren't you? Sound's a little menacing when you put it that way."

Kuraima sighed, shrugging. "Well, I mean, it's not like I have a choice in the manner when a goddess dictates the peace treaty."

"...Fair enough. Here you go." Sona shrugged in return before handing him a piece of paper with the names of suspected manga club members.

"Thanks! Now let's get this conversation back on track."

"Ah, right. Tracking down a Devil via their magical circle...it's probable. We can definitely try, but chances are that we won't find anything."

Kuraima just shrugged again. "It's better than nothing."

"True. I'll see what I can do." She handed him another piece of paper. "Here's my number. I'll text or call you if I find anything."

"Thanks, Sona. I owe you one— for real." He thanked her, idly noticing that one of the council members— Saji, if he recalled correctly, was giving him the stink eye. "Anything short of me or my group joining your peerage, that is. In fact, if your group needs some training buddies, just ask. That favor's on the house."

"I appreciate it. By the way, do you play Chess, by any chance?"

"Sorry, more of a checkers kinda guy." Glancing over at Saji, Kuraima noticed that the boy's glare had softened but still held minor resentment.

"Ah, I understand."

"I'm not opposed to other forms of tabletop gaming, though. Me 'n Champ are bootlegging Warhammer minis, if you're interested."

"....I'll keep that in mind."

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Kuraima looked outwards from the gate of Kuoh Acadamy, stretching and yawning.

He took in the sounds of birds chirping, fellow students chatting, and the distant sounds of the other two members of the Perverted Trio™ screaming for their lives after yet another botched attempt at peeping on the Kendo Club.

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