"Hiss!"
Ayato sucked in a breath and instantly understood Xenovia's intent.
'The mastermind Xenovia, as expected of you.'
Every time, she surprised him.
Since this was a servant's wish, as her master, he naturally had to fulfill it.
Ayato adjusted his position, picked up the notebook on the table with a serious expression, and continued flipping through it.
Looking at Ayato...
A hint of nervousness flashed in Xenovia's eyes.
But she still leaned in.
As a Holy Sword wielder...
The cleaning and maintenance of blades could be said to be a great art.
But every time, she would devote herself wholeheartedly.
Even if she got a bit tired, she would not waver.
First gentle, then vigorous.
The handkerchief for cleaning the blade was incredibly soft and smooth, her most treasured possession.
But compared to the preciousness of the blade, it was insignificant.
[Origin +1021]
[Origin +1035]
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[Origin +1]
Ayato focused on reading the book, but his breathing became much heavier.
One hand stroked Xenovia's hair as if petting a kitten.
"Hmm?"
Ayato's expression stirred, and he looked towards the door.
He saw another person at the entrance.
"My King, still reading?"
Erica walked in like a noble lady, her black stockings shimmering with a unique luster under the light.
Although her pace was unhurried, a hint of shyness flashed in her eyes.
Throwing herself at him was still too embarrassing.
'But fortunately, only the king was here.'
Thinking this, she heard a faint sound.
She frowned slightly and listened more carefully.
Then, her beautiful eyes instantly widened, a look of disbelief in them.
'Who was it?'
'Th-this was far too shameless.'
Unconsciously, she felt a wave of heat, her thighs twisting.
Her perfectly composed smile turned completely red.
Ayato patted... then smiled and said: "Erica, did you need something?"
"N-no... nothing. I just saw the light on and came to say hello to the master."
Erica took a deep breath and said, pretending nothing was wrong.
"Is that so?"
Ayato's expression was playful. He looked at her with amusement and said: "I thought you came for me to fulfill my kingly duties."
Erica's expression stiffened. She said in a trembling voice: "I really... was just passing by."
"My King, good night. I'll take my leave now."
With a bow, Erica fled as if escaping.
"What a pity. Erica still can't let go... ah."
Ayato exhaled softly, his fingers gradually tightening: "But... it can... happen gradually."
…
The next day.
Ayato walked out of the study.
Yesterday, he had not only studied the Sacred Gear notebook but also read a large number of magic books.
He had been completely immersed in the ocean of knowledge.
But today, he was still energetic.
Ayato had to marvel that the dual constitution of Campione and Devil was just that good.
Arriving at the dining room, Erina was preparing breakfast.
Currently,
She was the dedicated chef of the apartment.
Unless something special came up, she would use teleportation magic to cook for everyone during mealtimes.
To this,
She was endlessly delighted.
Because every time, she could use precious ingredients brought from the Empire World.
"My King, you're here."
Erica greeted him, her expression somewhat unnatural.
Even faint dark circles could be seen.
Last night,
She had insomnia again.
The courage she had finally mustered had been directly shattered.
Especially later, when Xenovia's voice rang out...
Even though she used magic to block her hearing, she still couldn't sleep.
After all,
She was so angry.
Her beginner's battle hadn't even begun before she was cut off by a master-level powerhouse.
"Good morning!"
Ayato waved meaningfully.
He sat down at the table, waiting for breakfast.
But inwardly, he was pondering.
'At this rate, how many would willingly throw themselves at me?'
…
In the afternoon,
Occult Research Club.
"History Compilation Committee?"
Ayato drank the black tea Akeno had brought, raising an eyebrow slightly: "They want to see me?"
"More precisely, to pay their respects."
Rias said: "Not knowing your temperament, they didn't dare to come to you rashly."
"So they went through me, hoping for an introduction."
"Oh, my fiancée actually gave them respect?"
"They are the only standard magical organization in this country."
Rias said seriously: "Even we Devils sometimes have to deal with them."
"Of course, if you don't want to see them, that's fine."
Ayato shook his head: "Since my fiancée spoke, I have to give some respect."
"When do they want to meet?"
"Right now. They've been waiting."
"Then let's go."
On the way, Ayato and Rias also talked with each other.
It was mostly about the Three Factions establishing peace.
As expected, as soon as this news broke, it caused an uproar.
However,
The counterattack from some radical factions did not materialize, which was somewhat unexpected.
At this point, Rias said: "Looking at it this way, something is not right."
"Indeed. It's as if someone suppressed this matter."
Ayato nodded: "Being able to command these radicals shows considerable influence."
"Sigh, isn't peace good?"
Rias sighed and said: "Why are some people so persistent?"
"If you can understand a madman's thinking, you'd be a madman yourself."
Ayato smiled and said: "In a way, this could also be a good thing."
"A good thing?"
"Yes."
Ayato explained: "Whoever is behind this, by bringing these people together, it creates an opportunity to wipe them all out in one go."
Rias: "..."
That makes so much sense that she can't refute it.
But this is the Ayato of today, her fiancé.
Unknowingly, he had become a figure important enough to influence the battles of gods.