Time Chamber In DxD

Chapter 33

If the blonde was determined to punch through glass for a manga, then there is no way a few locks would stop him from watching the anime.

Just knowing those facts made her feel like crying.

"My...door..."

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|DxD|

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Cleria was having a rather uneventful day. Standing over the balcony of her mansion, she took in the wide view of the town she was tasked with overseeing.

[It's almost been fifty years now since I've been assigned to this town. Not once has there been such a high presence of exorcists.]

The presence of exorcists in Kuoh was increasing. While their official reason was to replace the members garrisoned at the church, Cleria knew there was another hidden reason. While she did indeed want to find out, she couldn't risk attracting animosity and starting a diplomatic incident over mere speculation alone.

Having experience in these sorts of politics, she knew that her personal interference would be heavily exaggerated should she be caught. It would be the same as taking advantage of a person who only grazed the paint off your car to replace the whole bumper.

But while she couldn't directly find out what schemes the church was up to, she now had Azazel who could help her with that. Taking out the touchscreen phone that the fallen had given to her, she opened the contacts list. There alone on the list was Azazel. But contrary to before, there was a faint trace of nervousness.

Her little thumb hovered over the "contact" button.

"S-should I?"

Unlike before, there were some feelings of shyness due to the sense of ambiguity between them. While their relationship did continue as normal after that day with Igor and Baraquiel, Cleria had found that she couldn't look at Azazel the same way again. It was like the curtains were pulled back and she began noticing more things about him. Things like how funny he was, charismatic, and charming.

Just imagining him appearing in that dashing suit of his with all his wings out made her cheeks heat up.

"N-no! I'm simply calling him to help me find out what the church is hiding and whether it is a potential threat or not. There are absolutely NO personal reasons involved."

So closing her eyes, she dialed the number and waited for the call to go through. The phone didn't have the time to ring even once before the other line answered.

Azazel's voice came in with an exaggerated tone.

"{Oh, has it started already? I'm coming now.}"

She was confused when she heard Shemhazai sighing.

"{I'm not an idiot, brother. I know that ringtone belongs to your little lover, not one of your contacts.}"

"{...well-}"

"{Just go. I'll handle the work here for now. But ONLY this once.}"

"{...are you okay?}"

"{Azazel. GO! Go before I change my mind and chain your leg to this desk!}"

It was then that the Cleria heard the sound of a chair falling and the pitter-patter of feet before the line cut off. Slowly moving the phone from her ear, a massive blush covered her face. During the call, Shemhazai had mentioned that she was Azazel's lover.

And yet Azazel...

"He...he didn't deny it."

While he also didn't confirm it, what was important was that he didn't deny it. To Cleria, that already meant a lot.