"Someone is looking for me?" Kousuke asked before tilting his head to the side. He was in the middle of scribbling the VR Capsule appearance, it looks similar to the one in Shangri-la Frontier. But he thought it was a little too big, so he wanted to make it with slimmer design. But to his classmate, it looks like he's just doodling something out of boredom in classroom.
It was then when someone came running into his classroom, a student of different class, to tell Kousuke that someone had been looking for him. He asked for more information, but all he got was a blonde little girl in a gothic lolita attire walking around the school premise asking for him. Kousuke rubbed his chin as he recalled in his mind of anyone he knows with such traits, but nothing came up.
He considered Asia, but then, they would've said it was a nun since she wouldn't be wearing gothic lolita attire unless it's something to do with Issei. He put down his pencil and the notebook back into the desk drawer and stood up. If someone is purposely asking for him, then he should just look for them personally. Since there are still some times before the homeroom teacher comes in, Kousuke begins walking out of the classroom.
It didn't take him long before he found his target. He spotted a small girl sitting on a wooden bench outside the hallway, she matched the description perfectly. His senses immediately told him she wasn't human, but a Fallen. With a faint smirk, Kousuke concealed his presence and quietly sneaked up behind her.
"Tsk, what am I even doing here?" Mittelt muttered under her breath. She was lucky to have escaped alive after conspiring against Rias Gremory with Raynare, the latter had simply vanished after taking a direct hit from the Power of Destruction. Mittelt, meanwhile, received her punishment from Azazel. Though, "punishment" might've been a stretch—it was more like house arrest, forbidden from leaving Grigori until he said otherwise. Now that she was finally free, she'd been assigned a mission.
'What am I, an errand girl?' she thought sourly, staring at the thick notebook in her hands. It was Azazel's personal research on Sacred Gears, knowledge that wasn't supposed to leave his lab. She couldn't help but be tempted. This was his life's work, decades of study condensed into one book. If she could just learn how to implant a Sacred Gear safely into a Fallen… she could become stronger. Maybe even strong enough to get back at Azazel himself. Now that is the greatest revenge!
"Hehehe… when that happens, I'll make him grovel and lick my feet!" Mittelt cackled quietly, grinning wickedly as her imagination ran wild. So lost in thought, she failed to notice the shadow creeping up behind her.
Slowly, Mittelt opened the book, excitement gleaming in her eyes. But instead of the information she sought, a sudden glow erupted from the pages. A curse surged forth, striking her before she could react, and in an instant, her clothes disintegrated, leaving her completely bare, naked as the day she was born.
"W–What?! That bastard Azazel!" Mittelt shrieked, her cheeks blazing red as she frantically tried to cover herself with her arms. The book's glow dimmed, almost smugly, as if satisfied with its mischief, before snapping shut with a decisive thud.
"That's what you get for letting greed control you," Kousuke said with a quiet chuckle, reaching out to casually pluck the thick book from her hands. Hearing his voice from behind, Mittelt froze, then jumped forward with a yelp, spinning around while glaring at him furiously. Her glare would've been a lot more intimidating if she wasn't completely naked however.
"You! Wait—that blue hair and blue eyes… you're the one Azazel told me about!"
Kousuke had expected as much. Azazel wasn't the type to hand over his research without some kind of trick attached. He'd anticipated a prank like this miles away. Fortunately, the Grigori leader had sent a rather gullible Fallen to deliver it, so Kousuke didn't have to lift a finger, Mittelt had already done the job for him.
"Didn't Azazel warn you not to open the book?" Kousuke asked, smirking. His gaze lingered on the flustered Fallen, clearly amused. "Guess you didn't take that warning too seriously, huh? Well… that's karma for you."
"Grrr… shut up! I'll just take out my frustration on you!" Mittelt snapped, a spear of light materializing in her grasp. Without hesitation, she lunged at him and drove it forward but Kousuke effortlessly sidestepped the attack, his movement so casual it almost looked lazy, before planting a firm kick that sent her flying into the distance.
He exhaled softly, watching her tumble through the air before landing with a dazed groan. "What a funny bunch," he muttered with a wry smile, brushing a bit of dust off the book, not the least bit offended by her attempt on his life.
Since Mittelt hadn't mentioned when he was supposed to return the book to Azazel, Kousuke figured it was only fair that he hang onto it for a while. With this in his hands, perhaps he could find a way to turn his own weapon into a Sacred Gear. After all, a legendary sword once wielded by a Hero from another world was far from ordinary.
It was the very same blade that had beheaded the fearsome Demon God.
Or maybe… he could check whether he had an inactive Sacred Gear within himself, if he even possessed one at all. Kousuke never considered himself special, yet it was him who had been summoned to another world. Most humans who awakened Sacred Gears weren't exactly ordinary people either. Even someone like Issei had become the host of Boosted Gear. So… maybe there was still hope for him.
Just as that thought crossed his mind, the bell rang throughout the school grounds. Class was about to start. He decides to head back to the class before the homeroom teacher gets there first, no point ruining his otherwise perfect attendance record since returning.
As for the unconscious Mittelt, he decided to leave her where she was. Rias or Sona had probably already noticed her presence by now, and either of them could handle a lone Fallen Angel easily even if Mittelt woke up cranky and decided to cause trouble later.