The moment the teleportation ended, Kokabiel dropped to one knee in the dimly lit room.
"Wha-"
A mouthful of blood spilled from his lips.
Pfft.
He braced himself with his left hand against the floor to keep from collapsing. At the same time, a storage magic circle formed beside his right hand.
Reaching into it, he pulled out a small, dark purple bottle.
"Cough, cough."
His right hand trembled as he clenched the bottle.
Blood continued to spill from his mouth as he poured the liquid directly into the gaping wound at the center of his chest, where blood was still surging out uncontrollably.
Thump. Thump.
Listening to the sound of his heart resuming its rhythm, Kokabiel finally let out a long breath. Even so, his heart was still pounding with lingering fear.
"What was that spear just now? It bypassed my wings by applying magic power? No... if that were the case, there's no way it could have evaded me."
"There's only one spear-shaped Longinus. And it's not red."
He rejected one assumption after another.
Yet the doubts in his mind only deepened.
"If it were just an ordinary Sacred Gear, how could it injure me in its normal state? No matter what, I am a Maou-class fallen angel."
Kokabiel frowned, thought for a moment longer, then gave up.
Looking down at the large pool of blood beneath his feet, he turned and left without hesitation.
"No matter how strong his Sacred Gear is, it's meaningless if I don't give him a chance to use it."
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On the other side, Xenovia and Irina no longer had the energy to care about what kind of spear Hiro had used, or who he really was.
Their eyes were wide as they stared at the bright red liquid still dripping from the sky.
Their hearts were a mess of emotions.
They had originally believed this young man was just an ordinary civilian who had been dragged into the situation by accident.
They hadn't expected his strength to surpass both Xenovia's and Irina's.
He had even injured a powerful fallen angel cadre like Kokabiel with a single strike.
Sigh.
Xenovia forcefully pulled the Destruction Holy Sword out of the ground beside her, exhaling softly.
Could they really defeat such an enemy, even if they risked their lives?
If they couldn't even hit him, how were they supposed to recover the Holy Swords?
Beside her, Irina finally tore her gaze away from the distant pool of blood.
The Holy Sword in her right hand quickly transformed into a ribbon and wrapped itself around her wrist.
Then she took two or three quick steps forward.
Stopping less than a meter in front of Hiro, she leaned in slightly, apparently completely unaware of the "vibrations" caused by her posture.
"Wow! Enthusiastic citizen-san, how did you do that?"
Her eyes sparkled faintly as she spoke.
"That red spear-was that your Sacred Gear? And if you're this strong, why didn't you use it from the beginning? You made the two of us treat you like an ordinary person who got caught up in this. We were really worried, you know!"
Irina, who stood only 164 centimeters tall, puffed out her cheeks and looked up at him from below, her tone tinged with reproach.
Wasn't it because you two were being so enthusiastic that I didn't have the heart to interrupt?
Hiro thought this quietly as his gaze swept over the black, tight-fitting suits in front of him. He shrugged, putting on an innocent expression.
"That wasn't my Sacred Gear. It was a disposable trump card."
"It was pretty valuable, and I only had one, so I didn't want to use it right away."
That much was true.
It was a consumable item produced by the system, not a Sacred Gear, and he only had one so far.
Hiro wasn't lying.
He just hadn't mentioned the deeper reasons.
At that moment, Kokabiel-whose luck had clearly bottomed out and who had been judged "successfully seized" by the law of causality-also delivered Hiro an unexpected system reward.
"Ding! Sixth-Tier Luck Seizure complete.
Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Magic Power - Sirzechs Class."
Hiro subtly glanced at the newly appeared bright red sphere in the system's item bar.
He was very satisfied.
Judging by the current situation, Serafall-level magic power was already more than enough for him.
But who would ever complain about having more?
He wasn't that necromancer.
And besides, he had only recently obtained an Authority whose power had been enhanced countless times.
Who knew whether its consumption would stay the same or increase proportionally?
"I see. So the spear just now was a special item, not your Sacred Gear."
Xenovia nodded thoughtfully and walked closer.
"Then... that enthusiastic citizen-san who seems to have some strength. What was your purpose in coming to find Irina and me? You weren't just passing by, right?"
Irina raised her right hand like a grade-schooler asking a question.
As she spoke, she pressed even closer to Hiro for some reason.
Her two...
Almost brushed against his arm.
The corner of Hiro's eye twitched.
Was Irina being a little too proactive?
Or was he just imagining things?
"I heard from President Sona that you'd be meeting Rias tomorrow," Hiro replied calmly.
"I was bored, so I came over to wander around and see if I could find you. And then..."
He didn't continue.
He simply spread his hands, letting the facts speak for themselves.
"Well, regardless of the reason, this-"
"My name is Hiro. Just call me Nanamiya Hiro."
Seeing Xenovia hesitate, Hiro spoke up at the right moment.
He said his name himself.
So proactive.
Irina stared at the handsome face so close to her, and her heart-unfamiliar with love-fluttered slightly, producing a strange, unfamiliar feeling.
"This Hiro-kun not being an obstacle to our mission is already a confirmed fact."
A slightly stiff smile appeared on Xenovia's face as she nodded.
"Isn't that obvious?"
Irina glanced at her teammate, whose thinking seemed a bit off, and smiled brightly.
Without hesitation, she hooked her arm around Hiro's.
"Then, Hiro-kun, the Virgin Mary statue seems to have been cleaned recently. Do you know who did it?"
Hiro looked down at the part of Irina pressed against him and felt an indescribable sense of discomfort.
Still, he answered.
"I know. But I won't tell you who it is for now."
"You'll find out eventually."
There's something off about his identity?
No... it really is him, isn't it?
He just doesn't want to say it in front of us?
Staring into those brown eyes, Xenovia couldn't help but think that.
"Eh? Why won't you say? It's just a name, right? Just tell us!"
Feeling his left arm being shaken, Hiro's lips twitched.
He wasn't sure whether he should push this pouting girl away.
After all, the sensation wasn't bad.
"Hey, Xenovia."
Irina suddenly spoke.
"I might... just might... be in love."
As Hiro's figure disappeared from sight, Irina clasped her hands together in a praying gesture, closed her eyes, and murmured softly.
"Hm? Weren't you on good terms with your childhood friend?"
Xenovia looked at her oddly, confusion creeping into her voice.
"We were on good terms, but that was in the past."
Irina shook her head gently while looking ahead.
"The world of ordinary people is too different from ours."
"I don't want my future husband to be a useless ordinary person."
"So someone like Hiro?"
"Mmm!"
Irina nodded emphatically, her smile dazzlingly bright.
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