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Chapter 7: The Yakuza's Proposition (Continued)
They made their way back to their warehouse base, taking a deliberately circuitous route to identify any potential tails. Artoria and Jeanne spotted two different surveillance attempts, which they casually evaded without alerting their observers that they'd been detected.
Back at the warehouse, they gathered around their recently acquired dining table to discuss the yakuza proposition. Pochita, who had remained behind due to the formal nature of the meeting, immediately trotted over to Denji, butting his chainsaw head against his partner's leg in greeting.
"Hey buddy," Denji grinned, scratching behind Pochita's engine housing. "Miss me? We just got offered a crap-ton of money to probably get killed by a freaky glass monster."
"I believe we should carefully evaluate the risks versus rewards," Artoria began methodically, spreading the building plans from Ozaki's envelope across the table. "A Glass Devil presents unique tactical challenges."
"Umu! The Emperor has never encountered such an entity before!" Nero declared, examining the plans with theatrical intensity. "Though Rome's finest warriors once battled mirror demons in the catacombs beneath the Colosseum!"
"Did they really?" Denji asked, momentarily distracted.
"Most certainly!" Nero nodded enthusiastically. "Or perhaps that was a particularly vivid theatrical production I commissioned during my reign... The Emperor's artistic and military achievements occasionally blur together!"
Denji snorted. "So that's a no, then."
"I have faced similar entities," Raikou offered more helpfully. "They exploit reflective surfaces as dimensional gateways, allowing them to attack from unexpected angles and retreat to safety when threatened."
"Sounds like a pain in the ass to fight," Denji observed bluntly. "But one hundred and seventy-five thousand yen would knock out a huge chunk of my debt. That's like... three kidneys worth."
"Please don't quantify monetary values in organs," Jeanne requested gently. "It's rather disturbing."
"Sorry, force of habit," Denji shrugged. "But seriously, this could be worth the risk. Unless you guys think it's definitely a trap?"
"Not necessarily a trap," Artoria replied thoughtfully. "The situation as described is plausible. Auction houses for illegally acquired goods would logically minimize official security presence, making them vulnerable to supernatural incursions."
"The financial incentive aligns with the stated value of the merchandise," Jeanne added. "And Ozaki's demeanor suggested genuine concern for his business interests, if not for potential human casualties."
"Yeah, he seemed way more worried about his stolen stuff than the guys who got killed," Denji remarked dryly. "Real humanitarian, that one."
"So the key question becomes: can we defeat this Glass Devil with acceptable risk?" Artoria redirected pragmatically. "Raikou, what strategies proved effective against similar entities in your experience?"
"Removing or covering reflective surfaces limits their mobility," Raikou explained. "Simultaneous attacks from multiple angles prevent escape. And certain spiritual energies can 'lock' them in physical form temporarily, making them vulnerable to conventional attacks."
"I could potentially use my banner's holy energy for such a purpose," Jeanne suggested. "The purifying light might constrain the devil's phase-shifting abilities."
"And my flames could be directed at all reflective surfaces simultaneously!" Nero added enthusiastically. "Trapping it within a circle of imperial fire!"
As they continued discussing tactical approaches, Denji found his attention wandering. The talk of Holy Grails from their earlier conversations had resurfaced in his mind, particularly the part about wish-granting. He'd been too overwhelmed by their initial appearance to really process that aspect of their explanation.
"Hey," he interrupted suddenly, "about this Holy Grail thing you guys mentioned when you first showed up. You said it grants wishes, right?"
The Servants exchanged glances, surprised by the abrupt change of topic.
"In traditional Holy Grail Wars, yes," Jeanne confirmed carefully. "The winner receives one wish from the Grail—though the exact nature and limitations of this wish-granting vary between war systems."
"So what would you wish for?" Denji asked, genuinely curious. "If we actually had this Grail thing?"
Another round of glances passed between the Servants, more weighted this time.
"The wish a Servant might make often relates to regrets or unfinished business from their original lives," Artoria explained after a moment's hesitation. "For me... it would involve the salvation of Britain from its eventual fall. A chance to rule differently, perhaps more humanly."
"Umu! The Emperor would naturally wish for Rome's eternal glory!" Nero declared grandly. "Though perhaps also for history to record my achievements more accurately. The slander of later chroniclers has been most unflattering!"
"My wish would be simpler," Jeanne said softly. "Peace for France and understanding between people of different faiths. The conflicts that consumed my life continue in different forms today."
"I would wish for reconciliation between my human and oni bloodlines," Raikou added thoughtfully. "To protect without the shadow of my darker nature always threatening to overwhelm my judgment."
Denji listened to these profound, world-changing wishes with growing self-consciousness. "Wow, that's all... really deep stuff."
"And you, Master?" Jeanne asked kindly. "What would you wish for?"
Denji scratched his head awkwardly. "Uh, well... it's kinda stupid compared to all yours."
"No wish is stupid if it reflects true desire," Raikou encouraged warmly.
"Umu! The Emperor demands to know her Master's heart's desire!" Nero leaned forward eagerly. "Speak freely!"
"Well..." Denji hesitated, then shrugged and plunged ahead with his typical bluntness. "I'd wish to eat jam toast every morning, touch a boob at least once, and maybe get a girlfriend who doesn't think I'm total garbage."
There was a moment of startled silence before Nero burst into delighted laughter.
"Magnificent! Such honest, simple desires! The Emperor heartily approves!" She slapped the table enthusiastically. "No political machinations or world-altering ambitions—just toast, breasts, and romance! Truly refreshing!"
"They're not that simple," Denji protested, flushing slightly. "I mean, jam toast is expensive when you're broke. And girls don't exactly line up to date guys who live in leaky apartments and sell organs to yakuza."
"Your wishes reflect your experiences," Jeanne observed with gentle understanding rather than judgment. "The simple comforts denied to you through circumstance."
"Indeed," Artoria nodded seriously. "Many would seek wealth or power from such opportunities, yet you desire only basic joys that others take for granted."
"When you put it that way, it sounds kinda sad," Denji muttered, uncomfortable with their analysis. "It's not like I want to cure cancer or save the world. Just, you know, normal stuff."
"There is profound wisdom in appreciating life's simple pleasures," Raikou assured him. "Many souls with far greater resources remain perpetually unfulfilled because they cannot recognize joy in ordinary experiences."
"Okay, okay, enough about my pathetic dreams," Denji said hastily, embarrassed by the attention. "Let's get back to this Glass Devil thing before I die of awkwardness."
"Umu! The Emperor shall ensure you experience jam toast daily henceforth!" Nero declared grandly, ignoring his attempt to change the subject. "Consider it an imperial decree!"
"And regarding the... anatomical exploration," Artoria added with surprising delicacy, "perhaps focus first on establishing a respectful relationship with someone who values you properly."
"Seriously, can we please talk about the killer glass monster instead of my love life?" Denji pleaded, his face now bright red. "I never should've mentioned it!"
Taking pity on their mortified Master, the Servants returned to planning their approach to the Glass Devil, though Nero continued shooting him amused glances that promised the topic wasn't permanently abandoned.
They spent the next hour analyzing the auction house blueprints, identifying potential reflective surfaces, planning entry points, and establishing contingency measures. By the time they finished, they had developed a comprehensive tactical approach that accommodated the devil's unique abilities while minimizing their vulnerabilities.
"So we're really doing this?" Denji confirmed, looking around at his extraordinary team. "Taking on this freaky glass thing for the yakuza?"
"The financial benefit is significant," Artoria nodded. "And with proper planning, the risk is manageable."
"Plus," Nero added with a mischievous grin, "the faster we eliminate your debt, the sooner you can focus on more important matters—like finding someone willing to let you touch their bosom!"
"I'm never living this down, am I?" Denji groaned, dropping his head onto the table as Nero cackled delightedly.
"The Emperor never forgets such delightful honesty!" Nero confirmed cheerfully. "Though she heartily approves of your straightforward approach to desire!"
"Perhaps we should conduct a preliminary surveillance of the auction house tonight," Jeanne suggested, taking pity on Denji's embarrassment. "Confirming the layout and identifying any discrepancies from these blueprints would be prudent."
"Agreed," Artoria nodded. "Raikou and I can handle the external assessment while you and Nero prepare equipment here. Denji should rest to ensure he's fully recovered from his previous transformation."
"Hey, I'm not tired," Denji protested automatically. "I can help with the surveillance stuff."
"You were yawning throughout the tactical discussion," Raikou pointed out gently. "And proper rest before significant combat is essential for optimal performance."
"Fine," Denji sighed, knowing when he was outnumbered. "But wake me up if you find anything interesting. Or if the place is clearly a trap. Or if there's free food."
As the others prepared for their reconnaissance mission, Denji retreated to his now proper bed—a significant upgrade from his previous sleeping arrangements thanks to Nero and Artoria's furniture-acquisition efforts. Pochita followed, curling up beside him with a contented mechanical purr.
"What do you think, buddy?" Denji asked quietly, scratching his partner's head. "Are we crazy to keep doing this yakuza stuff when we could just hunt devils on our own now?"
Pochita made a noncommittal noise.
"Yeah, the money is good," Denji acknowledged. "And getting out of debt means no more organ harvesting, which is definitely a plus." He stared at the ceiling thoughtfully. "Still feels weird working with the same guys who were basically treating me like a walking spare parts store a week ago."
Another soft mechanical sound from Pochita.
"I know, I know. Practical considerations and all that," Denji sighed. "Artoria's starting to rub off on me with all her strategic thinking talk."
Despite his protests about not being tired, Denji found himself drifting toward sleep, the events of the day catching up with him. His last conscious thought before dozing off was a amused reflection on how his simple wish for jam toast was already coming true—he'd seen Raikou adding it to their shopping list after his confession.
Maybe the other parts of his wish weren't so impossible either.
The reconnaissance team returned several hours later, their expressions grim as they gathered around the table where Denji and Nero had been preparing equipment.
"The situation is more complex than Ozaki indicated," Artoria reported without preamble. "The auction house has significantly more security than shown in these blueprints—including what appear to be magical wards at key entry points."
"Magical wards?" Denji repeated, instantly alert despite having been woken from a sound sleep. "Like, actual magic stuff? I thought this was just a regular yakuza auction house."
"The wards are subtle but distinctive," Raikou confirmed. "Designed to alert rather than prevent entry—monitoring systems rather than barriers."
"That tracks with what I sensed earlier at Ozaki's estate," Jeanne nodded. "He appears to have connections to practitioners of some form of magecraft."
"So is this a trap or what?" Denji asked bluntly, cutting to the heart of his concern. "Are they setting us up?"
"Not necessarily," Artoria replied thoughtfully. "The wards may be standard security for valuable supernatural items. If they deal in devil parts, such precautions would be logical."
"There's something else," Raikou added, her expression troubled. "We confirmed the presence of the Glass Devil—its energy signature is unmistakable. But it feels... controlled somehow. Less random than typical devil manifestations."
"Controlled? Like someone's directing it?" Denji frowned. "That's not normal devil behavior."
"No, it isn't," Raikou agreed grimly. "Either this devil is uniquely intelligent, or something—or someone—is influencing its actions."
"Umu! The plot thickens most intriguingly!" Nero declared, though with less theatrical flair than usual, recognizing the seriousness of the situation. "Perhaps our yakuza friends are engaged in activities beyond mere art theft!"
Denji rubbed his face tiredly. "So now we've got magical yakuza with pet devils. Great. Just great."
"We need to reconsider our approach," Artoria stated pragmatically. "If the devil is under external control, conventional elimination strategies may prove ineffective."
"Or we could just walk away," Denji suggested pragmatically. "Tell Ozaki thanks but no thanks, we're not interested in fighting his weird magic glass pet."
"That remains an option," Jeanne acknowledged. "Though it would likely strain our arrangement with the yakuza."
"Which might be worth it to avoid walking into a magical trap," Denji pointed out. "I mean, the money's good, but not if we're all dead."
"Death is unlikely given our capabilities," Artoria assessed coolly. "But complications are certain. The question becomes whether the financial benefit outweighs these additional risks."
They debated their options late into the night, weighing the substantial debt reduction against the increasingly suspicious circumstances. Eventually, they reached a compromise approach.
"We inform Ozaki that we've identified additional complications requiring adjusted compensation," Artoria summarized their decision. "Two hundred thousand yen toward your debt rather than one hundred seventy-five thousand, plus information about the magical wards and apparent control mechanism."
"You think he'll go for that?" Denji asked skeptically.
"If he genuinely needs our assistance, yes," Raikou nodded. "If he refuses or reacts defensively, we have our answer regarding his true intentions."
"And we remain prepared for betrayal regardless," Jeanne added softly. "Trust but verify, as the saying goes."
"Umu! The Emperor approves of this balanced approach!" Nero declared, regaining some of her typical enthusiasm. "Caution tempered with opportunity—most strategic!"
"Fine, but I still think we're making this more complicated than it needs to be," Denji sighed. "Rich people and their weird magic glass pets. Why can't devils just be normal monsters that need killing?"
"Such is the nature of advancement in any profession," Raikou observed with a hint of amusement. "Just when you believe you understand the parameters, new complexities emerge."
"I preferred when my biggest problem was avoiding debt collectors and finding non-moldy bread," Denji grumbled, though without real heat. Despite the complications, he couldn't honestly say he wanted to return to his former existence.
As they finalized their revised approach for the Glass Devil operation, Denji found himself studying his extraordinary companions with a mixture of wonder and gratitude. A week ago, he'd been alone except for Pochita, selling body parts to survive. Now he had four legendary heroes planning elaborate strategies to protect him while securing his financial future.
"Hey," he said suddenly, interrupting Artoria's detailed breakdown of entry positions. "Thanks. All of you. For, you know, taking this seriously. My debt and stuff."
The Servants paused, momentarily surprised by this uncharacteristic expression of gratitude.
"Your wellbeing is our primary concern, Master," Jeanne replied warmly. "Financial security is an important aspect of overall safety."
"Umu! The Emperor protects her subjects in all matters, great and small!" Nero declared grandly. "Debt elimination is simply another glorious campaign!"
"If we're eliminating devils regardless, ensuring maximum benefit from each operation is simply logical," Artoria added practically, though her slight smile softened the businesslike assessment.
"Family supports family," Raikou stated simply, as though this explained everything—and perhaps, in her mind, it did.
Denji cleared his throat awkwardly, uncomfortable with the emotional moment he'd created. "Right. Well. Good. Let's get back to figuring out how not to die fighting this fancy glass monster."
But later, as they continued refining their plans, Nero caught him looking at the shopping list Raikou had left on the counter—specifically at "raspberry jam" written in neat handwriting near the top. The Emperor's knowing smile suggested she understood exactly what that small addition meant to him, but for once, she refrained from teasing commentary.
Some dreams, even the seemingly simple ones, deserved respect.
Chapter 8: Reflections of Danger
The Glass Devil hung suspended within a massive ornate mirror, its form a constantly shifting amalgamation of transparent shards and liquid-like reflective surfaces. From certain angles, it appeared almost human—a glittering silhouette with elongated limbs and a featureless face. From others, it was a formless collection of glass fragments swirling in patterns that hurt the eyes to follow.
"That is definitely not a normal devil," Denji whispered from their observation position in the auction house's ventilation system. "Normal devils don't... ripple like that."
The four Servants and Denji had infiltrated the auction house an hour before their scheduled operation time, bypassing the regular security systems with ease thanks to Ozaki's access codes. The magical wards had proven more challenging, but Jeanne's divine protection had allowed them to pass undetected—though they couldn't be certain this stealth would last indefinitely.
"Its energy patterns are unusual," Raikou agreed softly. "There's a resonance that suggests external influence, as we suspected."
"Umu! The Emperor detects artifice in its movements!" Nero added in what passed for a whisper with her—still louder than Denji would have preferred given their covert position. "Like a puppet with tangled strings!"
They had positioned themselves above the main auction floor—a luxurious space filled with display cases containing various artifacts and artworks. Most concerning, however, was the abundance of reflective surfaces. Mirrors adorned the walls, glass display cases lined the floor, and even the polished marble tiles offered potential conduits for the devil's movement.
"This place is basically devil paradise," Denji muttered. "It's got like a million places to hide and jump out from."
"Which explains why conventional elimination attempts failed," Artoria observed. "The previous hunters likely could not counter its mobility advantages."
Ozaki had accepted their renegotiated terms with surprising readiness, agreeing to both the increased payment and providing information about the magical wards—though his explanation that they were "standard security for valuable supernatural artifacts" had done little to alleviate their suspicions. His eager acceptance suggested either genuine desperation or comfort with leading them into a trap.
"The primary mirror appears to be its anchor point," Jeanne noted, indicating the massive gilded mirror at the far end of the room. "The energy concentration is strongest there."
"So we smash the big mirror first?" Denji suggested practically.
"That might release it entirely rather than constraining it," Raikou cautioned. "Like breaking a dam rather than closing a gate."
"We need to limit its movement options first," Artoria decided. "Cover or destroy the smaller reflective surfaces to restrict its escape routes, then force it to materialize fully before targeting the primary mirror."
Their revised plan, taking into account the devil's apparent controlled nature, involved a coordinated attack from multiple angles. Nero would use her flames to superheat and crack the smaller mirrors and display cases, Jeanne would employ her banner's holy energy to prevent the devil from phase-shifting, Raikou would target the creature directly once it was forced to materialize, and Artoria would maintain a defensive perimeter to prevent flanking attacks.
Denji's role, to his obvious disappointment, was primarily observational—at least initially. His transformation would be held in reserve for the final phase, when the devil would presumably be at its most dangerous.
"Remember, we're not certain if this is a trap," Artoria reminded them as they prepared to move into position. "Maintain awareness of potential secondary threats."
"Umu! The Emperor's senses are attuned to treachery!" Nero assured them confidently. "None shall ambush us undetected!"
"Just stick to the plan and don't get fancy," Denji added pragmatically. "And if things go sideways, we grab the money and run."
"A surprisingly prudent approach from our usually impulsive Master," Jeanne observed with gentle amusement.
"Hey, I can be smart sometimes," Denji protested. "Especially when my organs are potentially on the line."
With final positions confirmed, they moved with practiced coordination. Jeanne and Artoria descended to the main floor first, approaching from opposite angles to establish their containment positions. Nero took a higher vantage point on a decorative balcony, preparing her flames for the initial assault on the devil's mobility options. Raikou circled behind the primary mirror, ready to strike once the creature was forced into materialization.
Denji, with Pochita at his side, maintained his position in the ventilation system—a reluctantly accepted observation post that kept him safely out of the initial engagement while allowing him to monitor the entire battlefield.
"On my mark," Artoria's calm voice came through their communication devices—another mysterious acquisition whose origin Denji had stopped questioning. "Three... two... one... engage."
Nero's imperial declaration echoed through the auction house as she summoned her flames—brilliant crimson fire that spread in controlled arcs toward the smaller mirrors and display cases. "Behold the purifying fire of Rome! Let these false reflections shatter before imperial might!"
The effect was immediate and dramatic. Display cases cracked under the sudden heat, mirrors warped and splintered, and the marble floor dulled as its polish bubbled and charred. More importantly, the Glass Devil reacted—its form rippling violently within the primary mirror as its potential escape routes diminished.
"It's agitated," Jeanne reported, her banner glowing with increasing intensity as she directed its holy energy toward the creature. "And—yes, there's definitely an external connection. I can sense a magical tether leading... somewhere else."
"Controlling entity confirmed," Raikou acknowledged from her position. "Prepare for potential secondary manifestation when the primary control is disrupted."
The Glass Devil's agitation increased as more reflective surfaces succumbed to Nero's strategic flames. Its form began pushing against the surface of the primary mirror, bulging outward like something trying to break through a membrane.
"It's coming out!" Denji called from his observation post. "Get ready!"
With a sound like shattering crystal amplified a hundredfold, the devil burst from the primary mirror. In physical form, it was even more disturbing—a humanoid collection of constantly shifting glass shards with limbs that elongated and retracted seemingly at random. Where a face should be was only a reflective surface that showed distorted images of whatever stood before it.
"Now!" Artoria commanded.
Jeanne's banner swept forward, releasing a wave of golden light that enveloped the devil. The creature screamed—a sound like grinding glass that set everyone's teeth on edge—as the holy energy interfered with its phase-shifting abilities, temporarily locking it in physical form.
Raikou struck immediately, her massive weapon cleaving through the devil's crystalline torso with lightning-wrapped precision. Shards of glass exploded outward from the impact, forcing Artoria to raise her invisible sword in defense as fragments flew in all directions.
But instead of dissolving into ash like normal devils upon fatal injury, the Glass Devil somehow reconstituted itself—the scattered shards flying back together, reforming around what appeared to be a glowing crystal core.
"It's regenerating!" Artoria warned, shifting to defensive positioning as the devil lashed out with elongated glass limbs that moved like whips.
"The core is the anchor point!" Jeanne called, her banner intercepting a barrage of glass projectiles the devil had launched toward her. "We must destroy it directly!"
"I see it!" Nero declared, leaping from her balcony position in a dramatically unnecessary but admittedly impressive somersault. Her crimson blade ignited with intensified flames as she landed. "Feel the Emperor's judgment, foul reflection!"
Her attack struck true, her burning blade piercing the devil's midsection where the glowing core pulsed. But rather than destroying it, her sword became temporarily trapped as the devil's body flowed around the blade like liquid glass before solidifying again.
"It's adapting!" Raikou warned, moving to assist Nero as the devil attempted to drag her closer by her embedded weapon. "Its intelligence exceeds normal devil parameters!"
From his observation post, Denji watched the battle with growing concern. His Servants were holding their own, but the devil's unusual regenerative capabilities and apparent tactical intelligence made it a far more dangerous opponent than they had anticipated.
"Screw this," he muttered to Pochita. "They need help."
Without waiting for approval from the others, Denji yanked Pochita's cord, initiating his transformation. The familiar spray of blood and mechanical reconfiguration followed as his head split open to reveal chainsaw teeth and his arms transformed into serrated blades.
Chainsaw Denji burst from the ventilation shaft, landing heavily on the auction house floor before charging directly at the Glass Devil with a mechanical roar that matched the creature's crystalline screams.
"Master!" Jeanne called in alarm. "We haven't contained the secondary threat yet!"
But Denji was beyond caution now, his chainsaw head roaring at full power as he collided with the devil. His serrated body parts tore through the creature's glass form, creating a shower of crystalline fragments that scattered across the auction floor.
The devil responded with unexpected ferocity, its limbs elongating into razor-sharp spears that thrust toward Denji from multiple angles. Several connected, piercing his transformed body and drawing sprays of blood that mingled bizarrely with the glass shards.
"Protect the Master!" Artoria commanded, abandoning her defensive position to charge forward.
All four Servants converged on the chaotic central battle, their coordinated strategy dissolving into desperate close-quarters combat. Raikou's massive weapon swept through the devil's extended limbs, severing them momentarily before they reformed. Nero's flames surrounded both Denji and the devil, trying to superheat the creature's glass components to the point of weakness. Jeanne's banner continued emitting holy energy that prevented the devil from fully phase-shifting, while Artoria's invisible Excalibur deflected the constant barrage of glass projectiles the creature launched in all directions.
Through it all, Chainsaw Denji continued his relentless assault on the devil's core, his mechanical roar never faltering despite the numerous glass shards now embedded in his transformed body. With each revolution of his chainsaw head, he drew closer to the glowing crystal at the creature's center.
"The control tether is weakening!" Jeanne called over the cacophony of battle. "Whatever is manipulating this devil is losing its connection!"
"Strike together!" Artoria commanded. "Concentrated attack on the core!"
In a moment of perfect coordination born from their growing experience as a team, all five struck simultaneously—Denji's chainsaw, Artoria's Excalibur, Raikou's lightning-wrapped blade, Nero's flame-engulfed sword, and Jeanne's glowing banner all converging on the devil's crystal heart.
The impact created a shockwave that shattered every remaining intact surface in the auction house. The Glass Devil's form exploded outward in a deafening crystalline detonation that forced everyone to shield themselves as best they could from the razor-sharp fragments.
When the glass storm subsided, only the core remained—a pulsing crystal hovering momentarily in midair before dropping to the floor with a surprisingly mundane clink.
Chainsaw Denji, bleeding from dozens of glass cuts but still functioning, approached the fallen core cautiously. His chainsaw head gradually slowed its rotation as he reached down with a bladed arm to cautiously prod the crystal.
"Is it dead?" he asked, his voice distorted by his transformed state.
"The devil essence has dissipated," Jeanne confirmed, approaching with her banner still glowing softly. "But this core... this is not a natural devil component."
"Umu! The Emperor suspects artifice!" Nero declared, joining them while brushing glass shards from her crimson outfit. "This was no ordinary manifestation!"
Raikou knelt beside the core, carefully examining it without touching. "This is a control medium—similar to those used by certain onmyōji in my era to bind and direct supernatural entities."
"So someone was definitely controlling it," Denji concluded, his transformation gradually reversing as the immediate threat passed. Blood flowed backward, mechanical parts receded, and within moments he stood separate from Pochita once more, though covered in cuts and embedded glass fragments.
"Precisely," Artoria nodded grimly, surveying the devastated auction house. "Which raises significant questions about Ozaki's involvement and knowledge."
"You think he set this whole thing up?" Denji asked, wincing as Jeanne began carefully removing glass shards from his arms and torso.
"Not necessarily," Artoria replied thoughtfully. "He may be a victim of manipulation himself, or merely opportunistic in exploiting a situation created by others."
"Either way," Raikou added, wrapping the crystal core carefully in cloth before securing it, "this requires further investigation before we collect our payment."
"Wait, we're not just giving this thing back to Ozaki, are we?" Denji asked, gesturing to the wrapped core. "If he's the one who set up this whole magic control system—"
"We will return an appropriate trophy," Jeanne assured him. "But this particular component requires study to understand the full nature of what we've encountered."
"Umu! The Emperor shall create a suitable replacement!" Nero declared enthusiastically. "A glass orb of similar size but lacking these troubling magical properties!"
"You think he won't notice the difference?" Denji asked skeptically.
"If he was ignorant of the control mechanism, he won't know what to look for," Artoria explained. "If he was complicit, his reaction to the substitution will be informative."
"So we're basically testing him," Denji nodded, understanding dawning. "Clever."
"Indeed," Raikou smiled approvingly. "Now, we should depart before security personnel arrive. The commotion surely triggered multiple alarm systems."
As they gathered their equipment and prepared to exit, Denji surveyed the devastation they'd caused. The auction house looked like a tornado of broken glass had torn through it—which wasn't far from the truth. Display cases lay shattered, artifacts were strewn across the floor, and every reflective surface had been either melted, cracked, or pulverized.
"Ozaki's gonna be pissed about all this," he observed with practical concern. "This place is wrecked."
"The devil was eliminated as requested," Artoria replied pragmatically. "Collateral damage is an inevitable consequence of supernatural combat."
"Besides," Nero added with imperial dismissiveness, "most of these artifacts were likely stolen anyway! Consider it karmic redistribution!"
Despite his exhaustion and injuries, Denji found himself grinning. "You're just saying that because you broke like half of it yourself with those flashy flames."
"The Emperor's fire purifies all it touches!" Nero declared unrepentantly. "Including questionably acquired antiquities!"
They exited through their predetermined escape route, carefully navigating around both conventional security measures and the magical wards that had remained active throughout their operation. Outside, the night air felt refreshingly cool after the chaos and heat of battle.
"We should return to our base before contacting Ozaki," Jeanne suggested as they moved swiftly through back alleys away from the auction house. "Your injuries require proper treatment, Master."
"I'm fine," Denji insisted automatically, though the numerous cuts covering his body suggested otherwise. "Just some scratches."
"Glass fragments can cause infection if not properly removed," Raikou stated with maternal firmness. "No arguments."
Back at their warehouse base, Denji submitted with minimal protest to Raikou and Jeanne's medical ministrations while Artoria and Nero prepared their substitute trophy and drafted their report to Ozaki.
"You were reckless," Raikou chided gently as she removed a particularly stubborn glass shard from Denji's shoulder. "Transforming without coordination endangered both yourself and our tactical positioning."
"You guys were struggling," Denji replied defensively. "That thing was way tougher than we expected."
"We had the situation under control," Jeanne assured him, though her tone held more understanding than reproach. "Your intervention was effective but unnecessarily risky."
"Hey, it worked, didn't it?" Denji winced as antiseptic was applied to a deeper cut. "We killed the thing and got its weird magic heart. Mission accomplished."
"At the cost of numerous injuries that could have been avoided with proper patience," Raikou countered, her maternal concern evident in her gentle but firm touch as she bandaged his wounds.
"Patience isn't really my thing," Denji admitted with a lopsided grin. "More of a 'see problem, hit problem with chainsaw' kind of guy."
"A tendency we'll need to address in future training," Artoria noted, joining them with the substitute trophy—a glass orb of similar size to the crystal core, though lacking its magical properties. "Strategic restraint is as important as combat capability."
"Umu! Though the Emperor admires your berserker-like enthusiasm!" Nero added cheerfully, examining their handiwork. "Most impressive transformation! The chainsaw head is particularly dramatic—truly worthy of imperial notice!"
"Thanks... I think?"
Chapter 8: Reflections of Danger (Continued)
"Thanks... I think?" Denji said, eyeing Nero's enthusiastic approval with mild suspicion.
"You should rest while we contact Ozaki," Artoria advised, her tone making it clear this was less suggestion than command. "The payment negotiation can proceed without your direct involvement."
"No way," Denji shook his head firmly, wincing as the movement disturbed a particularly painful cut on his neck. "I want to see his face when you guys hand him the fake crystal. If he's behind this whole magic control thing, he might slip up."
"An astute observation," Jeanne acknowledged with mild surprise. "Your instincts for deception detection are quite sharp."
"When you grow up broke, you learn to spot lies pretty quick," Denji shrugged. "People are always trying to scam you when you're at the bottom."
Raikou finished bandaging the last of his visible injuries with maternal precision. "At minimum, you should eat before we proceed. Combat transformation depletes your energy reserves significantly."
"Now that I'm totally on board with," Denji agreed, his eyes lighting up. "Fighting glass monsters really works up an appetite."
While Raikou prepared a quick but nutritious meal, Artoria and Jeanne examined the retrieved crystal core more thoroughly, their expressions growing increasingly troubled as they discussed its properties in hushed tones.
"What's the deal with that thing anyway?" Denji asked through a mouthful of rice and fish. "Just some magic rock that lets people control devils?"
"It's considerably more complex," Artoria replied with characteristic understatement. "This artifact contains multiple magical signatures and appears designed to not only control but amplify devil abilities."
"Someone created this deliberately," Jeanne elaborated, her serene expression shadowed with concern. "A practitioner with considerable knowledge of both devil physiology and control magecraft."
"Great," Denji sighed. "So now we've got evil magicians making super-powered devil puppets. That's definitely not going to come back to bite us."
"Umu! A worthy challenge for the Emperor's growing domain!" Nero declared, somehow making the conversation about herself as usual. "First we conquer debt, then devil hunters, now evil magicians! Rome's influence expands gloriously!"
"It's not funny, Nero," Denji said with uncharacteristic seriousness. "If someone's out there making controllable devils, that's way more dangerous than the random ones I usually hunt."
The others exchanged surprised glances at this display of strategic thinking from their normally impulsive Master.
"A valid assessment," Artoria nodded approvingly. "Directed supernatural threats pose exponentially greater danger than autonomous ones."
"We should determine if Ozaki is involved before proceeding further," Raikou suggested, setting a glass of water beside Denji's plate with motherly insistence. "His reaction to our substitution will be informative."
After finishing his meal and changing into less blood-soaked clothing, Denji felt sufficiently recovered to join the others for their meeting with Ozaki. The yakuza loan shark had requested they report to his office rather than his private residence—perhaps wisely, given the destructive outcome of their operation.
The pachinko parlor front was quieter than usual at this late hour, with only a few dedicated gamblers still feeding coins into machines with glazed expressions. The bouncer recognized them immediately, nodding them through to the back offices without comment, though his eyes widened slightly at Denji's bandaged appearance.
Ozaki awaited them in his private office, flanked by Takeo and two stone-faced security personnel. His expression remained carefully neutral as they entered, though his gaze lingered on Denji's injuries with what might have been concern or calculation.
"I understand the auction house required... significant renovation following your visit," he remarked dryly, gesturing for them to be seated.
"The Glass Devil was eliminated as requested," Artoria replied with professional detachment, placing their substitute crystal on the desk between them. "Though its capabilities exceeded standard parameters, necessitating a more comprehensive approach."
"So I've heard," Ozaki nodded, studying the glass orb without touching it. "The security system recorded portions of the engagement before failing. Most impressive combat abilities."
"The devil was unusual," Raikou observed carefully, watching Ozaki's reaction. "It displayed characteristics suggesting external control rather than autonomous behavior."
A flicker of something—surprise? concern?—crossed Ozaki's face before his neutral expression returned. "Interesting theory. Devils do occasionally exhibit advanced intelligence beyond their typical instinctual patterns."
"This wasn't intelligence," Denji interjected bluntly. "It was being puppeted. Someone was pulling its strings with that crystal thing."
Ozaki's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Denji with new intensity. "That's a very specific accusation. Based on what evidence?"
"We encountered similar controlled entities in our original eras," Jeanne explained smoothly, redirecting attention from Denji. "The energy patterns were distinctive and familiar."
"I see." Ozaki leaned back, fingers steepled thoughtfully. "And you believe someone deliberately directed this devil to attack my auction house?"
"The possibility warrants consideration," Artoria stated diplomatically. "Particularly given the unusual magical wards surrounding the facility—which exceeded the standard security measures you described."
A tense silence followed this observation, broken only by the distant electronic jingles from the pachinko machines in the front room. The security personnel shifted almost imperceptibly into more alert stances.
"I believe our arrangement was for devil elimination, not accusatory speculation," Takeo interjected coldly from beside Ozaki.
"Just sharing professional observations," Denji replied with feigned casualness. "You know, since we're working together and all. Thought you'd want to know if someone's targeting your stuff with magic glass monsters."
Ozaki studied them for another long moment before his expression relaxed into a thin smile. "Your concern is noted and appreciated. The underworld has many facets, some more... esoteric than others. Perhaps there are competitors exploring supernatural avenues of disruption."
"A plausible assessment," Artoria acknowledged neutrally.
"Regardless," Ozaki continued, opening a desk drawer to retrieve an envelope, "you fulfilled your contract admirably, despite the extensive collateral damage. Two hundred thousand yen, as agreed."
He slid the envelope across the desk toward Denji, who hesitated only briefly before accepting it. "So that's seventy thousand toward my debt, right?"
"Actually," Ozaki corrected, his smile deepening slightly, "I've decided to apply the full amount to your outstanding balance, as a gesture of appreciation for your thorough work."
Denji blinked in surprise. "The whole two hundred thousand? Seriously?"
"Consider it an investment in our ongoing professional relationship," Ozaki replied smoothly. "Your team's unique capabilities prove increasingly valuable in our current business climate."
The Servants exchanged subtle glances, recognizing this unexpected generosity likely came with unstated expectations.
"That's... thanks," Denji managed, genuinely taken aback by this development. A two hundred thousand yen reduction represented nearly a quarter of his remaining debt—the equivalent of several organs in his previous payment system.
"I assume you'll be available for similar specialized elimination requests in the future?" Ozaki inquired, his casual tone belied by the intensity of his gaze.
"Depends on the devil and the pay," Denji replied, recovering his practical caution. "We're not exactly a suicide squad."
"Of course not," Ozaki chuckled. "Your survival is precisely what makes you valuable, unlike our previous contractors."
As they concluded their business and prepared to leave, Ozaki gestured for Denji to remain behind momentarily. The Servants tensed almost imperceptibly, but Denji gave them a slight nod indicating he was comfortable with a brief private conversation.
"We'll wait outside," Artoria stated, making it clear they wouldn't go far.
When they had stepped out, Ozaki's professional demeanor shifted subtly, becoming almost paternal. "You've come a long way from selling organs to survive, Denji. I'm pleased to see it."
"Yeah, well, having super-powered helpers makes devil hunting a lot less likely to kill me," Denji replied cautiously.
"Indeed." Ozaki studied him thoughtfully. "Your new associates are... unusual. Their combat capabilities exceed anything my security personnel have encountered before."
"They're good at what they do," Denji acknowledged noncommittally.
"Very good," Ozaki agreed. "Which raises interesting questions about their origins and how someone in your particular circumstances managed to secure their services."
Denji tensed slightly. "Does it matter? We kill devils for you, you pay us, everybody wins."
"True enough," Ozaki nodded, leaning back. "For now, that arrangement works perfectly for all parties involved. I merely wonder about future possibilities."
"What kind of possibilities?" Denji asked warily.
"Perhaps someday you'll share how a devil hunter from the slums assembled a team capable of defeating supernatural threats that killed experienced military contractors," Ozaki suggested with calculated casualness. "I appreciate rare talents and unique resources, Denji. More than you might realize."
"I'll keep that in mind," Denji replied neutrally, standing to leave. "Anything else?"
"Just a friendly observation," Ozaki said, his tone shifting to something more serious. "You're moving in increasingly complex circles now. The supernatural world has many players with varied interests. Some might take notice of your team's unusual abilities."
"Is that a warning or a threat?" Denji asked bluntly.
"Merely information," Ozaki smiled thinly. "Information is another commodity I trade in, alongside antiquities and devil bounties."
Denji nodded once before turning to leave. "Thanks for applying the full payment to my debt."
"We take care of valuable assets, Denji," Ozaki called after him. "Remember that."
Outside, the Servants waited with barely contained tension, clearly having anticipated potential trouble.
"What did he want?" Artoria asked immediately as they walked away from the pachinko parlor.
"To be cryptic and creepy," Denji replied with a grimace. "Asking about where you guys came from, hinting about 'other players' in the supernatural world. Oh, and he applied the full two hundred thousand to my debt, which is weirdly generous."
"He's investigating us," Raikou concluded grimly. "And attempting to establish deeper loyalty through financial incentives."
"Umu! Classic imperial patronage tactics!" Nero declared knowingly. "Financial generosity creates obligation, particularly for those previously impoverished!"
"He definitely suspects something about you guys," Denji agreed as they turned down a side street toward their warehouse. "But he seemed more curious than threatened. Almost like he was... impressed?"
"A dangerous form of interest," Jeanne observed quietly. "Such curiosity rarely remains benign when power is involved."
"He also mentioned 'other players' in the supernatural world," Denji added, recalling Ozaki's peculiar phrasing. "Like there's some whole secret magic community I don't know about."
"Entirely possible," Artoria nodded. "Most societies have hidden factions dealing with supernatural entities, whether through religious organizations, governmental agencies, or private interests."
"Great, so now we've got yakuza, evil magicians, AND secret supernatural societies to worry about," Denji sighed dramatically. "Can't we just hunt normal devils for money without all this complicated conspiracy stuff?"
"The Emperor thrives on political intrigue!" Nero declared enthusiastically. "Court machinations and alliance navigation are the bread and butter of imperial rule!"
"Yeah, well, I just wanted bread. With jam," Denji muttered. "Not a whole magic conspiracy."
Back at their warehouse base, they conducted a more thorough examination of the crystal core they'd retrieved from the Glass Devil. With the immediate pressure of their yakuza meeting concluded, they could afford more careful analysis of the troubling artifact.
"It contains components I recognize from certain onmyōji control talismans," Raikou explained, studying the crystal under a bright light. "But significantly advanced beyond what existed in my era."
"The magical signature is complex," Jeanne added, her fingers hovering near but not touching the crystal's surface. "Multiple practitioners contributed to its creation—a collaborative effort rather than individual work."
"So we're talking about a whole group of evil magicians making controllable super-devils?" Denji asked, sprawled on their sofa with Pochita curled beside him. "That's definitely not good news."
"We cannot confirm their moral alignment from this artifact alone," Artoria cautioned pragmatically. "Though weaponizing devils certainly suggests questionable intentions."
"Umu! Villains rarely recognize their own villainy!" Nero observed with surprising insight. "Many of history's greatest monsters believed themselves heroes of their own stories!"
"That doesn't help," Denji groaned. "So what do we do about this? Tell Ozaki his auction house got targeted by magic devil-controllers? Hunt down whoever made this thing? Just ignore it and hope they don't make more?"
The Servants exchanged thoughtful glances, considering their options.
"For now, gathering information seems the most prudent course," Artoria suggested. "We have limited knowledge of this era's supernatural landscape and potential factions."
"Ozaki clearly has connections to these elements, whether as participant or merely adjacent player," Raikou added. "Maintaining our professional relationship while observing carefully could provide valuable intelligence."
"And we continue reducing your debt through conventional devil hunting," Jeanne concluded. "Financial freedom remains our primary immediate objective."
"Speaking of which," Denji sat up straighter, his expression brightening, "with today's two hundred thousand applied, how much do I still owe?"
"Approximately six hundred fifty thousand yen," Artoria calculated. "At our current elimination rate and compensation level, complete debt retirement could be achieved within four to six weeks."
"Six weeks?" Denji repeated incredulously. "That's... that's nothing! I thought I'd be paying off my dad's debt forever!"
"Umu! The Emperor shall ensure your financial liberation proceeds with all possible haste!" Nero declared grandly. "Economic freedom is but the first step in your glorious ascension!"
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Denji cautioned, though he couldn't suppress his grin. "First debt, then maybe an apartment with actual walls that don't leak, then worry about 'glorious ascension' or whatever."
"A practical progression," Raikou nodded approvingly. "Though proper housing should be our next immediate focus, rather than waiting for complete debt elimination."
"I like this place," Denji protested, gesturing around their warehouse base. "It's huge, the roof doesn't leak, and we've got actual furniture now. What more do we need?"
"Proper insulation, reliable utilities, security systems not dependent on magical reinforcement, and neighborhood access to essential services," Artoria listed pragmatically. "This location serves as an adequate temporary base but lacks sustainability for long-term habitation."
"Always with the strategic long-term thinking," Denji sighed, flopping back onto the sofa. "Can't we just enjoy having killed a magic glass monster and knocked off a huge chunk of my debt? One victory at a time?"
"A valid perspective," Jeanne acknowledged with a gentle smile. "Today's accomplishments deserve recognition before tomorrow's challenges demand attention."
"Exactly!" Denji pointed at her appreciatively. "See? Jeanne gets it."
"Umu! The Emperor proposes a celebration of our latest triumph!" Nero declared enthusiastically. "Perhaps with that fancy beef again? And the jam toast you favor so highly!"
"Steak and jam toast doesn't really go together," Denji pointed out, though his expression suggested he wasn't entirely opposed to the combination.
"Wagyu for dinner, jam toast for breakfast," Raikou decided with maternal finality. "Proper nutritional balance must be maintained even during celebrations."
As they debated the specifics of their victory meal, Denji found himself watching his extraordinary companions with a mixture of amusement and genuine affection. In just over a week, these legendary heroes had transformed his life from desperate survival to something approaching normal—if normal included magical yakuza conspiracies and battling glass monsters.
More importantly, for the first time in his memory, he had people who genuinely seemed to care about his wellbeing—who bandaged his wounds, cooked his meals, and plotted strategic paths to improve his future. It was bizarre, occasionally overwhelming, and undeniably the best thing that had ever happened to him.
"Hey," he said suddenly, interrupting Nero and Artoria's spirited debate about appropriate celebration protocols. "I know I don't say this enough, but... thanks. For everything. This is all still super weird, but it's good weird."
The Servants paused, momentarily surprised by this uncharacteristic expression of gratitude.
"Umu! The Emperor accepts your appreciation with magnanimous grace!" Nero recovered first, striking a dramatic pose of acknowledgment. "Though such devotion is merely the natural response to imperial magnificence!"
"You are our Master," Artoria stated simply, though her typically stern expression softened slightly. "Your welfare and success are our primary concern."
"While also being genuinely rewarding to facilitate," Jeanne added warmly. "Your progress brings us satisfaction beyond mere contractual fulfillment."
"What they're attempting to express," Raikou translated with maternal directness, "is that we care about you, Denji. Not simply as our Master, but as the person you are becoming with proper support and opportunity."
"Okay, now you're getting mushy," Denji complained, though his reddening ears betrayed his emotional response to their affirmation. "Let's just eat something before I say more embarrassing stuff."
The evening concluded with a celebration meal that, while perhaps not meeting imperial Roman standards according to Nero's dramatic complaints, satisfied even Denji's substantial post-transformation appetite. As they ate, they discussed potential devil hunting opportunities for the coming days, both through the yakuza connections and their developing independent network in the residential districts.
"We should maintain both income streams," Artoria advised pragmatically. "The yakuza contracts provide higher individual payouts, while the residential eliminations build broader community connections and more stable recurring revenue."
"Plus the people in the neighborhoods actually appreciate us," Denji noted between mouthfuls. "Instead of just seeing us as expendable devil-killers like the yakuza do."
"Umu! The common folk's adoration nourishes the imperial spirit!" Nero agreed enthusiastically. "Their grateful faces when freed from devil harassment is most satisfying!"
"There's still the matter of this crystal and its creators," Jeanne reminded them, bringing the conversation back to their earlier concern. "Even as we continue normal operations, we should remain alert for signs of more controlled devils."
"You really think they'll make more of these things?" Denji asked, suddenly serious.
"Such artifacts are rarely created for single use," Raikou confirmed grimly. "The investment of magical energy and expertise suggests a broader project rather than isolated experiment."
"Great," Denji sighed. "Just when I thought regular devil hunting was getting easier with you guys around, now we've got evil magic puppet masters to worry about."
"Consider it an evolution of our professional focus," Artoria suggested. "From individual devil threats to the systems that may be weaponizing them."
"The Emperor approves of ambitious expansion!" Nero declared, raising her cup in a toast. "From local devil hunters to supernatural conspiracy investigators! Our domain grows ever grander!"
"I just wanted to make enough money to eat regular meals and maybe touch a boob someday," Denji muttered under his breath. "How did this get so complicated?"
Pochita, curled contentedly at his feet after enjoying his own portion of the celebration meal, made a soft mechanical noise that might have been sympathy or amusement.
"Yeah, I know, buddy," Denji sighed, reaching down to scratch his partner's head affectionately. "At least the food's better now, right?"
As night deepened around their warehouse base, the five of them continued planning their next moves, unaware that their activities had drawn attention from multiple interests in the city's supernatural landscape. The Glass Devil incident had sent ripples through carefully maintained power structures, and observant eyes had taken note of the unusual team that had so efficiently eliminated a controlled entity that should have been nearly unbeatable.
In his private study across town, Ozaki studied reports of the auction house battle while examining a small fragment of genuine crystal he'd extracted from the substitute trophy before returning it to his associates. His expression remained thoughtful as he considered the implications of what he'd discovered.
"Curiouser and curiouser," he murmured to himself. "Our young devil hunter has found himself some truly exceptional allies. The question is... what exactly are they?"
Chapter 9: Domestic Discoveries
"Absolutely not."
"But Master—"
"No. Freaking. Way."
"The Emperor must insist—"
"Nero, for the last time, we are NOT installing a Roman bathhouse in our warehouse!"
Morning arguments had become something of a tradition in their unusual household. Today's debate centered on Nero's latest "imperial improvement plan" for their base—an elaborate bathing facility she claimed was "essential for proper hygiene and cultural refinement."
"You fail to appreciate the civilizing influence of communal bathing!" Nero protested dramatically, unfurling architectural plans of suspicious detail and complexity. "The Romans understood that proper hygiene is the foundation of advanced society!"
"We have a perfectly good shower," Denji countered, gesturing toward their basic but functional bathroom. "One that doesn't require 'redirecting the municipal water supply' or 'minor structural modifications to support marble columns'!"
The other Servants observed this exchange with varying degrees of amusement while continuing their morning routines. Artoria methodically sharpened already perfect weapons, Jeanne calmly meditated near their perimeter bounded field, and Raikou prepared breakfast with maternal precision.
"The Emperor merely wishes to elevate our living standards!" Nero insisted, her expression the very picture of imperial disappointment. "Hot water minerals, steam relaxation, and the cultural exchange of communal bathing are fundamental to civilized existence!"
"Our lease specifically prohibits 'major plumbing modifications,'" Denji quoted, tapping the document Raikou had somehow negotiated for their warehouse. "Pretty sure 'Roman bathhouse installation' counts as major."
"Mere bureaucratic trifles!" Nero waved dismissively. "Such restrictions are clearly intended for lesser visionaries without imperial determination!"
"Or for preventing tenants from causing massive water damage and structural collapse," Denji countered dryly.
"Breakfast is ready," Raikou announced, effectively ending the debate as she set steaming plates on their dining table. "A balanced meal will provide clarity for both imperial ambitions and practical limitations."
Nero immediately shifted her attention to the food, her bathhouse plans temporarily forgotten in favor of critiquing the "provincial but acceptable" breakfast offerings. Denji gratefully accepted the change of subject, diving into his meal with characteristic enthusiasm.
"Hey, is this—" his eyes widened as he recognized the toast topped with a distinctive red spread.
"Raspberry jam," Raikou confirmed with a warm smile. "As promised."
Denji stared at the simple breakfast item with disproportionate wonder. Despite all the objectively more impressive meals they'd shared since the Servants' arrival, this humble piece of jam toast represented something special—the first step in his pathetically modest dreams actually coming true.
"It's perfect," he said quietly, almost reverently, before taking a bite with the careful appreciation normally reserved for fine dining.
The others exchanged knowing glances, understanding the significance behind this simple moment. Even Nero refrained from her usual theatrical commentary, allowing Denji to enjoy his small victory in peace.
After breakfast, they gathered to plan their day's activities. The previous night's battle with the Glass Devil had provided a substantial debt reduction but also raised concerning questions about controlled supernatural entities and potential hidden factions in the city's power structure.
"I propose we divide our efforts today," Artoria suggested pragmatically. "Continuing both yakuza-contracted eliminations and our independent residential operations while investigating potential information sources regarding controlled devils."
"Umu! The Emperor shall lead the residential campaign!" Nero volunteered immediately. "The common folk have grown quite attached to my magnificent presence!"
"That's one way of putting it," Denji muttered, recalling reports from their previous residential clients—a mixture of awe, confusion, and mild concern regarding Nero's theatrical approach to devil elimination.
"Perhaps Nero and I should handle the residential area today," Jeanne suggested diplomatically. "We've established positive relationships with several community leaders who might have noticed unusual supernatural activity."
"And I shall accompany Denji to the yakuza office," Raikou stated in a tone that brooked no argument. "Particularly after Ozaki's unusual interest in yesterday's meeting."
"I will remain here to analyze this crystal core more thoroughly," Artoria decided. "Its properties may reveal crucial information about its creators and their capabilities."
With roles assigned, they prepared for their respective missions. Denji was secretly relieved to have avoided being paired with Nero for the day—while he appreciated her combat abilities and unwavering confidence, her "imperial outreach" in residential neighborhoods often left him apologizing to bewildered civilians in her wake.
"Remember to maintain regular communication," Artoria instructed as they prepared to depart. "Any unusual supernatural activity should be immediately reported, particularly anything resembling controlled devils."
"Yeah, yeah," Denji nodded impatiently. "Check in hourly, don't provoke the yakuza, watch for magic glass monsters. Got it."
The yakuza headquarters was unusually busy when Denji and Raikou arrived, with several unfamiliar men in expensive suits moving purposefully through the normally sedate pachinko parlor. The regular bouncer nodded them through with barely a glance, his attention focused on the newcomers with thinly disguised wariness.
"Something's happening," Raikou observed quietly as they made their way to Takeo's office. "These men are not regular yakuza—their posture and awareness patterns suggest specialized training."
"Great," Denji sighed. "Just what we need. Special yakuza."
Takeo was speaking urgently into his phone when they entered his office, cutting off mid-sentence with visible irritation at their arrival. "I'll call back," he stated tersely before hanging up.
"Bad time?" Denji asked, dropping casually into the chair across from Takeo's desk while Raikou remained standing with perfect maternal posture.
"Busy day," Takeo replied noncommittally. "What do you want?"
"Just checking in for new job assignments," Denji shrugged. "You know, devils to kill, money to earn, the usual."
Takeo studied them for a moment, his expression unreadable. "Ozaki-san was impressed with your handling of the Glass Devil. Particularly given its... unusual properties."
"Yeah, well, we're good at what we do," Denji said with deliberate casualness. "So, got anything new for us? Preferably something that doesn't shoot glass shards or pull people into mirrors."
"Nothing at present," Takeo replied, his tone suggesting this was not entirely by choice. "Ozaki-san has temporarily suspended normal devil hunting operations while certain... organizational matters are addressed."
"Organizational matters?" Raikou inquired politely.
"Internal business concerns," Takeo stated flatly. "Nothing that affects your arrangement."
"So no jobs today?" Denji frowned, disappointed by the prospect of lost income. "For how long?"
"Unclear," Takeo replied, already reaching for his phone again in a clear dismissal. "You'll be contacted when operations resume. I suggest utilizing your sudden free time effectively."
As they left the pachinko parlor, Denji's frustration was evident. "Well that was a waste of time. What the hell are we supposed to do now?"
"Something significant is occurring within the yakuza organization," Raikou observed thoughtfully. "Those men were not typical gangsters—they moved like specialized operatives."
"So what? Internal yakuza politics isn't our problem," Denji pointed out pragmatically. "Except when it costs us paying jobs."
"True, but the timing—immediately following our encounter with a controlled devil—suggests possible connection," Raikou countered. "Particularly given Ozaki's unusual interest in our capabilities."
"You think this has something to do with that crystal thing and whoever was controlling the Glass Devil?" Denji asked, his irritation giving way to concern.
"Perhaps," Raikou nodded. "We should investigate further, but cautiously."
They decided to conduct discreet surveillance of the pachinko parlor, positioning themselves at a small coffee shop across the street with clear sightlines to the entrance. Over the next two hours, they observed a steady stream of the mysterious suits entering and leaving, often carrying briefcases or secure document containers.
"This is boring," Denji complained, slouching in his chair after their third cup of coffee. "We're just watching guys in suits walk in and out of a building. How is this helping anything?"
"Patience is an essential component of intelligence gathering," Raikou replied calmly, her eyes never leaving their target. "Patterns emerge only through sustained observation."
"Still boring," Denji muttered, absently scratching Pochita's head beneath the table where the chainsaw devil had curled up to nap.
Their surveillance was interrupted by a call from Jeanne, reporting unusual findings from the residential districts.
"Several small businesses reported minor devil manifestations with similar characteristics," she explained. "Each entity appeared partially translucent and displayed unusual cohesion when attacked—reforming rather than dispersing."
"Like the Glass Devil?" Denji asked, immediately alert.
"Similar principles but significantly smaller scale," Jeanne confirmed. "As though they were... prototypes or test versions."
"Where exactly did these manifestations occur?" Raikou inquired sharply.
Jeanne listed several locations, which Raikou quickly mapped mentally against the city's districts.
"They form a perimeter around the financial and government sectors," she realized aloud. "A systematic pattern rather than random appearances."
"Umu! The Emperor detected strategic positioning immediately!" Nero's voice interrupted in the background. "Like scouts mapping territory before imperial expansion!"
"A concerning development," Raikou agreed. "We should investigate one of these sites directly."
They arranged to meet Jeanne and Nero at the most recent manifestation location—a small bookstore in a quiet neighborhood bordering the city's financial district. As they made their way there, Denji contacted Artoria to update her on these developments.
"The crystal's properties are even more sophisticated than initially apparent," Artoria reported in response. "It contains communication capabilities as well as control functions—essentially a magical transceiver linking the controller to the devil vessel."
"So whoever was pulling the strings could see what the devil saw? Like remote viewing?" Denji asked, demonstrating surprising insight.
"Precisely," Artoria confirmed, audibly impressed by his quick understanding. "Which suggests these smaller manifestations may be gathering intelligence rather than simply causing damage."
"Magical spy cameras," Denji translated with characteristic bluntness. "Great."
The bookstore proved to be a small, cozy establishment specializing in rare and antique volumes. The owner—an elderly woman with surprising resilience—described the devil manifestation with remarkable clarity.
"Like living mercury," she explained, adjusting her thick glasses. "Slithered out from between my first editions, examined everything with peculiar thoroughness, then disappeared into my reading room mirror when I threatened it with my baseball bat."
"You threatened a devil with a baseball bat?" Denji asked, equal parts impressed and concerned for the woman's sanity.
"I've been in business forty-seven years, young man," she replied with dignity. "It takes more than a shiny ghost to scare me out of my shop."
"Did it damage anything?" Jeanne inquired gently.
"Not a thing," the owner frowned. "That's what was odd. Most spirits or devils break things, make messes. This one just... looked. At my accounting books, my customer records, even my store layout. Like it was taking inventory."
"Intelligence gathering," Raikou confirmed grimly. "As we suspected."
"Umu! Reconnaissance before conquest!" Nero declared dramatically, earning a startled but not displeased look from the bookstore owner. "A classic imperial tactic!"
"May we examine your reading room?" Jeanne requested politely.
The reading room was a small alcove with comfortable chairs, reading lamps, and a decorative mirror in an antique frame. Nothing about it appeared unusual until Raikou approached the mirror with narrowed eyes.
"There's residual energy," she stated, her hands hovering near but not touching the reflective surface. "Similar to the Glass Devil's signature, but more... refined. Controlled."
"So they're improving their technology," Denji concluded with a grimace. "Making better devil puppets."
"And deploying them systematically throughout specific districts," Jeanne added concernedly. "With apparent focus on information gathering rather than destruction."
"The Emperor demands to know who orchestrates this surveillance campaign!" Nero declared indignantly. "Such territorial assessment clearly presages more significant incursion!"
Their investigation of other affected locations revealed similar patterns—small, mercury-like devils appearing briefly to examine specific information before retreating into reflective surfaces. Business records, building layouts, security systems, and customer information seemed to be particular targets of interest.
"They're mapping something," Denji realized as they compared notes outside the fourth location. "But what? And why?"
"Financial data, personnel information, security vulnerabilities," Artoria listed when they reported their findings. "Classic preparatory intelligence for either extraction or infiltration operations."
"You think they're planning a heist?" Denji asked incredulously. "Using magic devil puppets?"
"Or preparing for something more comprehensive," Raikou suggested gravely. "The systematic nature of these reconnaissance activities suggests coordinated planning toward a specific objective."
"Great, so we've got evil magicians preparing for some kind of massive devil-powered operation in the financial district," Denji summarized with characteristic bluntness. "How is this our problem exactly? We're devil hunters, not... whatever this is."
"The situations are connected," Artoria pointed out pragmatically. "The Glass Devil at Ozaki's auction house, these reconnaissance entities, and the sudden change in yakuza activities all suggest a developing situation that may directly impact our operations."
"Also," Jeanne added gently, "these entities are