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Chapter 176: 14th Century
🕑 Added 2020-12-14 17:30:25 +0000 UTCI gestured the girls to a seat. Freya turned to us and flipped back her hood. Her silver eyes lingered on me for a moment, before going to Grayfia still standing in confusion. The corners of her lips rose. Even I couldn’t help but admire her charm. That’s the extent of it. Her beauty didn’t make me go mad enough to possess her.
Grayfia noticed Freya’s gaze and turned to me. “My Lord, take a seat. I’ll bring the menu.”
She acted like she owned the cafe...
“Interesting,” Freya muttered and sipped on her drink. “I haven’t seen you in Orario before. Newcomers?”
“Well, yeah,” I answered.
Heavy footsteps rocked the wooden stairs behind me. The heavyweight was none other than the boar, Ottar, the sole level 7 of Orario. He walked past me and whispered in Freya’s ears, “Loki-sama and High Elf Riveria are coming this way.”
Sharp senses certainly helped in eavesdropping.
Freya got up and approached. She intentionally stopped close to me. “Your maid is a valkyrie in disguise.”
“Valkyrie?”
She gave a mysterious smile and headed down the stairs.
Weird goddess.
“Asahi-kun, stop flirting with chicks!”
I shrugged and joined the girls.
—x—x—x—
The Moster Feria was easily one of the best festivals. The monster taming event in a coliseum left the girls in awe. The strongest monster they tamed was level 3.
On our way out, I bumped into the cheerful Alise dancing on the streets with children.
“Marikawa-san, come dance with us!”
Ryuu turned around and talked to Kaguya, acting like she didn’t know her captain.
I sighed and turned to the twins. “You two danced plenty during a fight. How about a dance outside?”
Shiori squinted. “We’re not your sacrificial lambs. But I’m up for it if you join us.”
Saeko quietly nodded and extended her hand. “Can we?”
“Ah, sure.”
I dragged Aimi along. She was awkward, enough for Beleth to come out and laugh at his contractor. Grayfia didn’t budge. I could order her, but I chose to respect her decision.
After spending our entire morning at the festival, I left the girls at the inn and took Grayfia to DxD world.
The portal threw us above Lucifaad City. Yuriko speaking to me in the Yotsuba Mansion slowed down. My movements also slowed to half.
(M-My Love, it’s the time difference between these two worlds.)
I did set DxD world as one day into one year back then. That meant a day here meant a second here stretched to two seconds in the Irregular world. It looked comical but somewhat annoying. I pushed Yuriko down and cuddled with her.
“I’m sleeping.”
I closed my eyes and focused on this side. I’d never leave my avatar here or any other world. The 365 times ratio made me shudder.
Never.
Grayfia stared at the portal in admiration. “It never ceases to amaze me.”
Klyscha’s existence never ceased to amaze me.
(Fufufu.)
“How to access Heaven though?”
“We should go to their base,” Grayfia said and drew a teleportation magic circle. “My Lord, come closer. We’re going to the human world.”
She sounded too excited. I did as she asked and grabbed her butt.
“Done.”
“That’s not what I asked—”
The magic activated before her retort, bringing us to a crowded street.
I activated stealth to avoid attention and Grayfia followed suit.
The crude cobblestone houses and men and women wearing dresses out of old school movies told everything about this underdeveloped era. Knight patrolled the area while old carriages passed the streets. The language they used seemed to resemble medieval Latin.
This was the the 13th century, the Roman Empire.
(No, it's fourteenth century now. 1329 to be precise.)
‘The war ended?’
(Yes.)
“My Lord, this counts as sexual harassment,” Grayfia deadpanned. “Please refrain from any intimacy during my work time.”
“Today’s your day off. Didn’t we agree on that?”
Grayfia’s brows sank at the realization. “I did say that… but, My Lord. Can I request something?”
“Go ahead.”
She opened her mouth before shaking her head. “It’s nothing.”
What did she want to say?
I pestered her but she kept her mouth shut.
“My Lord, there should be a large church here, serving as their headquarters. We’re going there.”
I told her about the state of war while flying towards the most refined palace in the north. Grayfia called it the headquarters of the church.
“My Lord, how do you intend to approach?”
I grinned. “I don’t want to waste much time here, so let’s take the direct approach.”
“You mean…”
“Reveal your power as an Ultimate Class. It should be enough to scare the priests into asking reinforcements from heaven.”
In Orario, I had to abide by rules until we cleared the last floor of the dungeon. This place was different. I won’t probably return here until something interesting happens.
Grayfia smirked and landed at the church’s door. She fully spread her wings and glared at the guards. The two couldn’t say anything and passed out from shock.
Boring.
I kicked open the door. The priests inside started yelling, “A devil has broken into the church! Call the exorcists.”
The exorcists came clad in white robes and swords. Grayfia swiped her hand. A wave of ice shards flew and nailed every exorcist’s robe on the wall.
“A D-Devil King.” An old man shivered and hastily ran.
“Come quick, man.”
Grayfia dusted her hands and bowed. “Was that enough, My Lord?”
I took the chance to rub her hair. “Aren’t you weakened by the church?”
“My demonic power can negate most of the effects,” she answered, keeping her head down.
I had a hunch that she was smiling. A glimpse from the Amorous eyes skill showed pink air swirling around her—the color of love and affection. It worked just like Aiko’s unique ability.
(She can’t absorb the emotions like yours.)
Distant footsteps prompted Grayfia to raise her head. She coughed and looked away. “My Lord, it’s enough affection for now.”
“Alright.”
A blonde-haired busty with a golden halo over her head entered the room. The twelve wings on her back showed her rank in Heaven.
A Seraph.
She conjured a longsword out of her light and pointed at Grayfia.
“I’m Sandalphon, Devil. State your name before I exorcise your chaotic existence.”
A troublesome one joined the show.
