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DxD Multiverse, Gremory Territory, Underworld.
The Gremory Clan's territory was around the same size as Honshu, the largest of the main islands of Japan, containing a vast number of buildings and open spaces. It was considered a prosperous territory, with a developed industry.
Plains, forests, mountains, peaks, rivers, and lakes could be found in this lavish land.
Had this land been on the same gameboard as any of humanity's nations, it would have been considered a rightful country. That's how powerful the Gremory clan was.
Well... That's how high it would have been evaluated within the paradigm of normalcy. In reality, in the Underworld—and in many of the other realms—monsters who could destroy countries existed, so the power of a country could amount to little, depending on the opponent.
Two of these monsters, wearing the skin of human magicians, walked the crowded streets of the Gremory capital. Even with the racial discrimination predominant in the Underworld, despite walking among devils exuding a human scent, no one was bothering these two.
Beyond an instinctual sense of preservation and the magical energy nearing the Ultimate Class power level, there was also the fact that one of the Gremory clan's main businesses had to do with tourism; hence, the devils of this territory were accustomed to seeing other races visiting their land.
"What about this one, Mugen?" Aragorn showed Ophis a dark blue frilled dress of the same type she liked to wear.
"..." Ophis stared at the dress with the same intensity she shows when deciding between two sweets. "Too many frills?"
"How could that be?" Aragorn acted shocked. "There's no such thing as too many frills for a loli like you."
"Then, you wear it," Ophis quipped.
"Mmmm, I could," Aragorn hummed in thought.
"You, could?" Ophis tilted her expressionless face in confusion. In her mind, despite Aragorn being as abnormal as he was, she could not see him displaying transvestite tendencies.
Aragorn looked around the shop, cast a spell to divert attention from them, and then shifted into his loli form—minus the draconic features. He copied the frilled dress' design and replicated it with his barriers on himself.
"What do you think?" Aragorn asked in a childish voice as she twirled for Ophis.
"..." Naturally, what Ophis wanted was for Aragorn to stop insisting, not for what she was seeing. But, upon closer inspection... "Pretty," she nodded reluctantly.
"See? I have a good eye for this stuff," Aragorn preened before shifting back to his human Kyomu persona. "I consider myself a connoisseur of beauty."
Ophis paid him no mind. She knew that when Aragorn went into peacock mode, there was no stopping him. Instead, she moved to the male's side of the store and searched for an outfit for Aragorn.
Culture in the underworld was varied. Devils counted with an average lifespan of 10,000 years, long enough that even to this day, no Devil has passed away of old age. With this long lifespan—by human standards—came some peculiarities. Just as parents dress like parents, grandparents like grandparents, and teenagers like teenagers, Devils had their own preferred styles.
The peculiarity was that these styles ranged through all of the eras of humanity.
Hence, in the store, Ophis was standing in front of an outfit from the Victorian Era. Her gaze went from the outfit to Aragorn and vice versa.
"This?" She asked, her tone not projecting confidence.
"Mmmm," Aragorn hummed while evaluating the outfit Ophis chose. "I'm not a fan of straight-leg pants, but this outfit does pull it right. I think what's missing is a top hat."
Ophis looked around and spotted a top hat. She brought it over and offered it eagerly—as eagerly as she could be when it came to something non-sweet related.
"Thank you, dear Mugen," Aragorn said with a bow customary of the Victorian era manners. "Now, do I go with dressing shoes or knee-high boots?"
Ophis, once more, used as much interest and concentration as she could muster and evaluated the options. In the end, she pointed at the knee-high black leather boots.
"Acceptable choice," Aragorn nodded. "Should we go the the Gremorys in our new outfits or do we wait to show them off at home?"
"Home," Ophis said decisively.
Only after she spoke the word did she realize what she had said. She had called a place not in the Dimensional Gap her home. She went silent in thought.
Aragorn noticed this and didn't interrupt her. He lifted her to his shoulders and went to pay for their purchase.
With the loli riding his shoulders, Aragorn exited the store and walked at a comfortable pace to the Gremory Mansion. Along the way, whenever they encountered a food stall, bakery, or any food-related business selling something sweet, he would make a stop and buy something to satisfy the sweet tooth of the loli.
When they made it to the main entrance, Aragorn showed the pass Rias had sent him, and the guards redirected him to one of the side entrances, one closer to the kitchen where he was going to impart his class.
For such a large mansion, the staff was minimal. Considering the cutthroat nature of politics in the Underworld, this wasn't so rare. Following the designated maid, they made it to a large kitchen equipped with all the necessities to impart the class.
The maid stayed silently by the side before saying, "Kyomu-sensei, if you need anything, please ask me. I'll be here to assist you."
"Understood," Aragorn nodded. "Will you also participate in my class, Ms. Searyll?" He asked the maid.
"If it is not a bother, Kyomu-sensei," Searyll said with a respectful bow. "The Madame praised your dessert highly."
"It's not a problem," Aragorn replied. "The more the merrier. Though, to be honest, I expected some reluctance from you devils to learn from me, a human. I understand that Lady Rias and her peerage are peculiar for your kind, and with Mrs. Gremory's reputation is understandable, but you are not a Gremory, so I find your eagerness to learn intriguing."
"I've never left the Underworld, Kyomu-sensei, but I'm beginning to see what some of my peers talked about our infamy on the surface," Searyll said with amusement.
"Leaving aside the deserved or undeserved notoriety that the church has spread for you, even for those of us who practice magic, the mention of a devil rarely heralds good news," Aragorn replied.
"That's shameful for those of us with a progressive mentality," Searyll winced. "To answer your question, you would be troubled to find a devil in the Gremory mansion with the mindset you expect from a devil."
"That's good, it saves everybody the trouble," Aragorn nodded, pleased.
With the conversation dying down, Aragorn pulled from storage the ingredients he would need for the class. Seeing the aura and smelling the sweet scent wafting in the air, Ophis perked up.
"What, are we doing today?" Ophis asked after Aragorn set her down on a counter.
"Chocolate ice cream-filled churros, as well as some of the classic cinnamon- and sugar-sprinkled churros," Aragorn said. At the same time, he loaded the recipes on Ophis' Cooking System's active display. "Have you read this one?"
"No," Ophis shook her head. "I was reading the donut section."
"You'll probably spend like a thousand years just reading all the recipes I've compiled," Aragorn chuckled.
"I, like it," Ophis replied.
Aragorn smiled faintly and rubbed her head softly to not nestle her hair. "Then keep doing it," he said.
He left Ophis to her reading and used his telekinesis through magic to measure and prepare the ingredients needed for the churros.
While filling churros with chocolate ice cream sounds like the fever dream of a certain sweet-toothed loli dragon, in reality, without magic, it was not such a great idea, unless you didn't mind soggy churros. Luckily, Aragorn had a talent for magic and had taken the seconds it took to design the magic needed to enchant the chocolate with temperature stasis.
Since part of the class included teaching the necessary magic for the desserts, he pulled out a whiteboard and scribbled the enchantment spell.
Searyll's eyes widened slightly at the casual way in which Aragorn used magic to mimic telekinesis. One thing was floating ingredients and measuring them, the other was commanding a marker to write down an intricate magic formula.
"Kyomu-sensei, if you mind me asking, what type of magic is this?" Searyll asked.
"I haven't given it a name," Aragorn shrugged. "It's meant to mimic telekinesis, so you can call it telekinesis magic. Although it's not at all the same."
Magic, human magic, was not so free as to be able to accomplish something as complex as writing on a whiteboard with a single cast spell; hence why the maid was surprised.
"Are you agreeable to teach this magic as well?" Searyll asked.
"No," Aragorn denied without taking his eye off the ingredients. "Cooking magic has very niche scenarios in which it can be misused. Telekinesis magic can be dangerous in nine out of ten hands. Besides, with your demonic power, so long as you have enough imagination, can't you accomplish the same?"
"Not with the same ease, Kyomu-sensei," Searyll replied.
Ophis, feeling curious about their conversation, mimicked the telekinesis magic she had seen Aragorn cast, and asked, "Dangerous?"
Searyll's eyes went wide. One thing was Aragorn, another was the apparent child.
Aragorn turned to her and pointed to an ice pick hanging in the knife rack. "Take control of that and aim it at someone fast enough, and they'll be harmed."
"Weak?" Ophis asked. Searyll didn't know what to make of such a strange father-daughter interaction, but, as her maid training dictated, she kept her silence.
"It's relative," Aragorn said a so-so gesture. "That ice pick might be as dangerous for a human as a holy sword is for a devil. The point is, telekinesis has too many combat applications."
Ophis nodded in understanding.
A few minutes after the magic formula was written on the whiteboard and the last of the ingredients were set, Rias, Koneko, and Venelana Gremory entered the kitchen.
Aragorn smiled faintly at them and bowed slightly. "My ladies, it's a pleasure to see you again," he addressed Koneko and Rias. "And an honor to meet the matriarch of the Gremory clan," he said to Venelana.
"After my palate met the delight of your confection, I can say that the honor is all mine, Kyomu-sensei," Venelana said with a poised smile.
She was not going to say out loud that she was interested in the man who made her change her panties without a single touch, was she?
"It's an honor, Mrs. Gremory," Aragorn replied. "Were Ladies Rias and Koneko able to teach you the spells of the first class?"
"It was not a problem, sensei," Venelana said. "However, I must confess that some of the required ingredients are hard to come by for my kind."
"Could it be that some of the suppliers refuse to deal with devils?" Aragron inquired.
"I regret that's the case," Venelana said.
"Have you tried with a third party? Might I recommend Urakyoto? Most of the ingredients I used could be obtained from Takamagahara through them," Aragorn suggested.
"It's a shameful affair, but the Youkai faction would not deal with the Underworld unless absolutely necessary," Venelana said with an uncomfortable look.
"I thought that with Lady Koneko in Lady Rias' peerage, you would have an entry point." Aragorn's words made the nekoshou flinch and shrink into herself. Aragorn noticed this.
"It looks like I touched an unsavory topic," Aragorn stated. Rias winced in affirmation.
"My apologies," Aragorn said and crouched to Koneko's level. He pulled a small ice cream cone from his storage and offered it to the cat as an apology. The nekoshou held back for a moment before reaching for it and nodding to Aragorn.
He stood up and looked at Venelana before pulling a paper and a quill from storage. He wrote a letter in the air and sealed it with magic before cutting a small incision in his thumb and stamping it with his blood.
"This should at least grant you an amiable meeting with Yasaka-sama," Aragorn said and offered the letter to Venelana.
She took it with a silent, thankful smile. Though her mind was churning with the implications of his gesture.
"I didn't know Kyomu-sensei had ties with the Youkai faction," Rias commented.
"I work for the main kitchen of Yasaka-sama in my spare time," Aragorn replied.
"This little princess must be Mugen-chan," Venelana, wanting to change the topic and steering her daughter away from asking questions she shouldn't ask, turned to Ophis.
"Nn," Ophis nodded with her characteristic listless expression.
Venelana reached for her head with all the care a loving mother has for children, but her hand caught air. Ophis had teleported to another counter.
"Instant teleportation?" Venelana asked with widened eyes.
"Ah, yes," Aragorn nodded. "She is the possessor of one of the lesser Sacred Gears. Its only function is limited teleportation within sight, but that's enough for this little rascal. You can try your luck in petting that aloof cat but just so you know, sometimes I wonder if she only lets me love her because of my cooking."
"A Sacred Gear?!" Rias exclaimed. She eagerly approached Ophis and tried to pet her head, only for Ophis to teleport to Aragorn's shoulders.
All of the skills Venelana was using to conceal her expressions, her daughter didn't have.
"You both are quite the interesting pair," Venelana chuckled.
"A match made in heaven, as they say. My daughter with her sweet tooth that encompasses half of her personality and me with my divine cooking, if I say so myself," Aragorn commented.
Venelana laughed at his comment. Inwardly, she found them beyond peculiar.
After Rias—and later Koneko on the orders of her king—tried and failed at petting Ophis and understood that they had a better chance by improving their cooking, the class started.
For the churros he used: Golden Grain of the Sun-Kissed Fields (flour of wheat blessed by Amaterasu), Dewdrop Nectar of the Morning Bloom (water from a spring blessed by a water deity, in this case Suijin), Crystalline Tears of the Sugar Sprite (Sugar from rice fields blessed by Inari), Essence of the Cloud Serpent's Veil (frying oil from a divine beast), and Sprinkle of the Cinnamon Phoenix's Ash.
The ingredients used for the chocolate ice cream were no less extravagant, leaving the women gaping in surprise.
"You can use the standard frying technique for the churros, no need for magic there," Aragorn instructed. "However, for the ice cream to conserve its optimal state, you'll need this enchantment spell called [Frozen Breath]," he said while pointing at the whiteboard.
"Kyomu-sensei," Koneko raised her hand.
"Yes?"
"Is that formula for demonic power, or is that the one used for human magic?" She asked.
"This one should be compatible with the magic circle convention devils use; however, enchantments with demonic power are few in between," Aragorn explained. "The only examples I know, aside from the obvious ones, are forged demonic swords, so I had to improvise a little."
"The obvious ones?" Rias asked.
"He means Evil Pieces," Venelana interjected.
Rias looked from her mother to the whiteboard, and Koneko mimicked her.
"Isn't this a tad bit complicated?" Rias asked.
"It only looks that way because, as I said, you don't have a convention for enchantments with demonic power, or if you do, I think only Lord Ajuka Beelzebub knows it, as far as I know," Aragorn said and looked at Venelana for confirmation. She nodded.
Seeing as Rias and Koneko remained confused about the formula, he walked behind Rias and said, "Excuse me," before placing a hand between her shoulder blades. "Channel your demonic power, I'll nudge you in the appropriate path to follow."
Rias, as the airhead that she sometimes was, didn't stop to consider how a human could help her with her demonic power and only followed his instructions.
Little by little, a path cleared for her, and she followed it with her demonic power. Aragorn did the same for Koneko, and soon enough, both girls were casting the enchantment spell [Frozen Breath].
As for Venelana, she asked with visible curiosity, "How can you control demonic power, Kyomu-sensei?"
"I was not controlling their demonic power," Aragorn clarified. Not that he couldn't, he simply wasn't. "I was creating resistance in the directions I didn't want her to flow her demonic power. Since neither girl is a master of their power, they followed the path of least resistance. I doubt you would even notice the resistance, Mrs. Gremory."
"Could we try? I'm having a hard time with the formula," Venelana lied.
"Sure," Aragorn said. He realized her intention without having to feel her emotions, but he didn't care. He placed a hand between her shoulder blades and did the same he did for Rias and Koneko. Like he expected, Venelana didn't even notice the difference.
By the end of the class, she had learned how to cast the spell after 'considerable' effort.
That aside, any and all thoughts she previously held were swept away when the tantalizing smell of the chocolate ice cream-filled churros filled the room.
Whether the Gremory's matriarch, the maid, the princess, or the nekoshou, they only had eyes for the churros. It went beyond that, it was nigh-hypnotic, as if the churros were incubi, as if the churro held the answer to canceling an engagement, as if the churros held answers about the nekoshou massacre, as if the churros held the clues to all dreams and aspirations.
Like a repeat of the last time, after sampling the dessert, only Ophis managed to keep her pride. The devils had to take a seat, and if their looks were to go by, they could not wait for the next bite.
Seeing them like that, Aragorn waved goodbye and said, "I'll be back at the same time next week," before teleporting away with Ophis.
Back in Urakyoto, after teleporting with Ophis, the loli pulled softly at Aragorn's sleeve, calling for his attention, and said, with a proud look in her eyes, "The devil mother was not evil."
Aragorn looked at the pride in her eyes and, with not a single drop of gentleness, said, "She was not evil then."
Ophis tilted her head in absolute befuddlement and asked, "Then?"
"Naive little idiot, did you think mortals would not change?" He said with an amused grin.
"They... change?" Ophis asked as if someone had told her that sugar would stop existing in the next minute.
"Go, kill her daughter in front of her, and that gentle devil will become a vengeful spirit made of resentment, fueled by vengeance, and propelled by evil," Aragorn explained.
"..." Ophis was lost for words.
"Sapient, sentient beings are not static, nor are they extremes," Aragorn added.
"Extremes?" Ophis asked. She understood the first part, but not the last part.
"Extreme good is just as evil as extreme evil," Aragorn said. "Most people have a bit of both, and in most cases, they are only as evil or good as you can perceive them. In conclusion, evil and good are relative and changing factors of a being."
"... Complicated," Ophis said with a pout. "Can the Khaos Brigade be good?"
"They can," Aragorn nodded without hesitation. "Most likely, some of them are good, just as some of them are scum."
"How can I know?" Ophis asked, frustration creeping into her voice.
"Before judging if they are good or evil, do you know what you even consider good and evil beyond your obvious interests in things related to sweets and the Dimensional Gap?" Aragorn asked.
"..." Ophis returned to her thoughtful silence. She didn't know, and that was unsettling her.
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Gremory State, Main Office of the Gremory Mansion.
In a large, luxurious office room, Venelana and Zeoticus Gremory sat across a desktop, one facing the other.
A large window with a rectangular grid allowing a panoramic view of the artificial night of the Underworld made for the backdrop behind Zeoticus. On the desktop, there was no important paperwork, intricate artwork, riches, potions, or any of the usual sort that would be expected to be found in the desk of such an illustrious and important figure.
Zeoticus observed a half-eaten churro as if it could grant him the answer to the meaning of life. He looked from the churro to his beautiful wife and back. "What in Lucifer's name was this, Vene?"
"~Fufufu," Venelana chuckled softly. "This is a blessing, perhaps a curse, that our dear Crimson Princess brought us."
"Is this about that human magician?" Zeoticus asked after connecting the dots.
"I don't know how much truth there is in that designation," Venelana spoke with a thoughtful and somewhat cynical look. "But yes, this is about the human cook magician that Rias introduced."
"Is it... maybe a magical narcotic?" Zeoticus asked with a weary and reluctant look directed at the dessert in front of him.
"Not as far as our people were able to uncover," Venelana denied. "Additionally, Kyomu-san left behind the excess of the ingredients used. I had those tested, and there was nothing nefarious found."
"And the magic Rias mentioned was used in their confection?" Zeoticus inquired.
"I learned it, and since I didn't imagine anything beyond what he explained, I can't cast something I was not aware of," Venelana responded.
"So? If you brought it up to me, then there must be a reason, right?" Zeoticus' eyes parted from the dessert and locked on Venelana.
"There's no record of someone this skilled," Venelana replied. "If it were that he was a first-generation genius of his family, then I would understand the lack of tracks about a family of that caliber; however, Mugen-chan, his daughter, is equally talented."
"If the daughter is a genius, equally so the father, then there must be an ancestry of magical talent of that level," Zeoticus said what Venelana was implying. "Could it be a spy from one of the other factions?"
"That was my initial motivation in joining today's class," Venelana said.
"Really? It had nothing to do with that ice cream Rias shared last time?" Zeoticus raised an eyebrow at her.
"Ahem! Maybe there were additional motivations at hand," Venelana said after clearing her throat. "Nevertheless, I thought that someone was approaching Rias with unwanted motives."
"Didn't she say that she found his advertisement in the DevilNet?" Zeoticus asked, skeptical.
"It's not the first time we've seen someone cast a wide net," Venelana shrugged. "With Rias' sudden change in behavior and all the strange things going on around the world after the birth of two dragon gods, I was worried. So, as I was saying, I decided to meet this magician myself.
"However, if he was a spy, he was the stupidest spy ever," Venelana chuckled. "He openly admitted to working for the leader of Urakyoto, had no qualms about denying Searyll access to magic that could be used for combat, and brought his daughter to his supposed spy job.
"Additionally, he handed me this letter of introduction," Venelana pulled out the letter from her storage space. "I also imagined that maybe he was attempting to build bridges with our family but he mentioned Koneko-chan's race with no tact. It was clear then that he didn't spare the effort to investigate us if he didn't know about the Nekoshou massacre."
"So he isn't consistent with any angle, which means that we don't know what angle he is playing or he isn't playing any angle," Zeoticus summarized what Venelana said. "What will you do about the letter?"
"Normally, I wouldn't waste the chance to visit Urakyoto and enjoy the discomfort of the fox lass with my presence, but..." She dragged her words.
"But the rumors of Infinite taking residence in Urakyoto are concerning." Zeoticus finished for her.
"For a moment, I thought about asking our son to accompany me, for protection," Venelana added. "But that comes with another set of problems."
"It would benefit no one," Zeoticus affirmed. "So, will you ask Serafall then?"
"This would indeed fall under the Foreign Affairs department, but I'm conflicted about exposing our magical girl to the dangers of the dragon god," Venelana said with a faint shiver.
Zeoticus noticed his wife's distress and reached for her hand over the desktop, reassuringly.
"Why don't you visit while the magician and his daughter are here teaching Rias?" Zeoticus suggested.
"Like a hostage exchange?" Venelana asked.
"Like an unknown hostage exchange," Zeiticus answered.
"..." Venelana still remained reluctant.
"What's the problem?" Zeoticus asked, concerned about his wife's worries.
"I would lose the next class," Venelana replied in a whisper with a pout adorning her alluring face.
"... Hahahahaha!" Zeoticus burst into laughter.
"Don't laugh, Zeo," Venelana said in faux outrage. Which only served to make Zeoticus laugh harder.
"Besides," her tone shifted to something mature and alluring.
"Besides?" Zeoticus asked, his laughter died down immediately after noticing his wife's mood shift.
"This ice cream..." She smiled foxily. "Don't you want to eat it directly from my pussy?"
Gulp—Zeoticus gulped hard and audibly.
"I can shove one of those down my butthole for you to eat from the tap." Venelana pointed at what was left of the thick ice cream-filled churro.
"Sadly, there's not much now left." Venelana put on a forlorn mask. "Rias already ate what we did today, also she won't share some of hers from the next class, and I would feel ashamed to take away the sweets from our little cat for that purpose. If I'm not there to prepare the next class' dessert, how are we gonna get our hands on any of it?"
"I-I could take the class in your stead," Zeoticus stammered out.
"No, Kyomu-san said that the teachings from the previous classes would be needed for the next," Venelana said with a grin. She knew then that she had her husband by the balls.
"How about I accompany you with Serafall to Urakyoto?" He caved in.
Venelana smiled triumphantly and seductively crawled atop the desk towards Zeoticus. She smiled cheekily and spun around with her ass facing him. On all four, she lifted her dress and offered her treasure to her husband.
Luckily, rooms in the Gremory Mansion were equipped with great sound isolation.
In another room, contrary to the lewd atmosphere in Zeoticus' office, Rias was found squirming while one of her hands blistered and smoked like charred meat.
"ANGHSSS, IT hUrTS!" she shouted in muffled screams while biting hard on her pillow.
"Why does it not stop hurting?!" Rias complained while sprinkling more holy water over her hand.
⌈Building Pain Immunity to the Holy Element doesn't equate to Damage Resistance.⌋
"TCH!" Rias clicked her tongue with wrath. "Fuck."
As much as she loathed the notion of pain for training, she couldn't deny that the system had brought her only boons so far. Hence, even if she somewhat doubted the reason behind the nonsensical training for pain immunity to the holy element, she couldn't doubt the system itself.
It had only been about two weeks, and she was already capable of trading a few blows with Koneko, exchanging some moves with her knight, and nearly matching her queen in magical dueling.
Additionally, after seeing their king catching up to their specialties, Rias' peerage felt pressure to improve. They could still outperform Rias, but when she was sparring them in their field of expertise, they knew it wasn't a fair comparison.
Rias, seeing her peerage improve with each training session, couldn't help but wonder: Could I force them to break through their shackles like this?
Even Rias was not ignorant about the many problems that besieged her peerage, with Gasper Vladi possibly being in the worst shape. But, like them, she felt inadequate to help them fix their problems.
Could she tell Akeno to accept her fallen angel side when she could not accept others seeing her as Gremory and not Rias?
Could she help Yuuto Kiba get over his trauma with holy swords when she couldn't muster the effort to overcome her engagement?
Could she help Gasper Vladi gain control of the Forbidden Balor View Gear when her Power of Destruction was as whimsical as she was?
Could she push Koneko to get over her fear of her nekoshou traits when she couldn't even get over her sin of sloth and try to be better?
Rias might be an optimistic fool sometimes, but even she knew her castle was built on sand. She could not expect change and improvement from her peerage when she failed so astronomically at it personally.
So, after the Grinding System 'forced' her to improve, after she began building herself from the ground up, after she saw the responsive healing of her peerage to her efforts in improvement, she began to get curious about 'fixing' them, about helping them overcome their burdens. The flame of desire for change, power, strength, personal development, and character improvement was set alight.
Therefore, even through what she believed was senseless torture, she resisted and fought through. Because beyond the personal growth she could quantify and experience through the Grinding System, seeing her peerage improve with her and walk by her side, was more than enough motivation to dip her hand in holy water every night before going to bed.
Like so, she took a deep breath and chanted madly through the headache, "GOD! GOD! GOD! GOD! GOD! GOD! GOD! GOD! GOD!" She didn't stop until, like a lullaby, the searing migraine knocked her unconscious.
That was the end of an 'ordinary' day for Rias Gremory.
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