Why the fuck won't she leave?!
I'm standing here in the back of the counter fake stocktaking because I'm trying to gauge what else Grayfia could possibly want from me.
Coming into DxD with this power, I already knew that I was probably gonna meet some heavy hitters like Ophis before season two. But how am I catching Grayfia before even Issei gets killed? This has got to be the quickest time that DxD ever forcibly dragged someone into the plot.
Right now, I'm just trying to leave the cafe and head back upstairs when I see her. Grayfia is sitting right there. Making herself comfortable, looking at me with that expressionless face of hers.
She was sitting in a chair in the middle of the room, similar to where Akeno was sitting. A bag of my coffee beans at her side while sipping on the coffee I made because I chose to be a good host. I can pull a Shiro right now and make a big deal as to how she just busted inside.
But firstly, Akeno already let me know that someone was coming.
And secondly, I am not Kuro. I don't have the balls nor the charisma to pull off stripping her bare on the first night we met. He could get stronger and he still nearly got folded if it weren't for Serafall practically being a homie, all I have is a horny aura and a sadistic half-breed knowing where I live.
"Is it to your liking, Ms. Lucifage?" I ask, I don't even dare use her first name lest she punts my head off.
"It's wonderful, perfect even." Grayfia said, twirling the coffee drink inside her mug. "How did you get it this smooth?"
"Therein lies a trick, I add milk inside of the mixer while brewing it." I said. Personally, I don't favour making a drink this way. It's paramount to putting milk on your bowl before the cereal, and microwaving your tea. I didn't have to enjoy it to know that it's heresy.
Grayfia enjoys her drink while taking a few looks at me. She says nothing, but the implications are there. She most likely wants me to take a seat.
As I close in on her, I pray to the dead God that she doesn't notice the aura. It can work on supernatural entities but I didn't know if it'll work on someone like Grayfia, who's so significantly more stronger than Raynare, it's not even funny. She's chilling the very air just by being there.
Not fear chill, actual cold air. Bitch is making me freeze with how cold it got around the room, despite looking as relaxed as she could possibly be.
"So, Ms. Lucifuge. Was there anything else that you wanted to discuss?" I asked.
Grayfia stared back at me after taking a sip. And when she did, too my absolute shock, she relented to her relaxed posture. Red in the face and an aversion towards looking me in the eye.
There's no way right? There's no way my aura actually worked on her without her knowing—
"Kusora, was it?"
The redness of her cheeks faded and she stared back at me with an expressionless façade.
I'm dead. Holy shit I'm so dead that it's not even funny.
This is the equivalent of meeting a man with a rocket launcher, and then telling him you fucked his wife.
Although to be fair, with the way things are going, I'm probably going to be standing on the business end of someone's rocket soon enough.
"Yes, Ms. Lucifage?" I responded.
"Would you be fine with me taking some of your stock weekly?" She asked. "You can rest assured that I will pay you handsomely every time."
I weigh the pros and cons in my head. On the one hand, this could be a great opportunity for me to expand my business and make some serious money without being a girl's plaything for a change, Not that my horny ass actually minds per say. But on the other hand, this is Grayfia we're talking about. She's powerful, she's intimidating, and as cordial as she is being, she most likely won't take no for an answer this time. She isn't the type to just show up without Sirzechs randomly, which means that there's a reason why she wants this coffee from me.
Damnit, other OC's were stripping her by this point and I'm stuck here trying not to fucking die. No matter how stupid it was dying to a proverbial tanuki ball-slapping me into truck-kun, I would prefer that than whatever the literal wife of Satan could think of.
"Sure. I don't mind doing that." As scary as Grayfia is, she is a powerful supernatural contact.
As soon as I said that, she finished her coffee, took the beans and walked through the front door. I could make out the faintest of lights coming from where she had originally gone to. I assume she teleported back to Sirzechs.
I may not know if she noticed the aura, or why she chose to ignore it but I respectively didn't care. I'm still alive and apparently I have a repeat customer now.
Was I selling some sort of divine medicine or something? Because despite how cordial she had been, I can't shake the feeling that I have just been robbed. Like…even worse than what happens in Skyrim.
I sigh. Fuck it, I'm heading to sleep, wake me up when things make sense again.
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Even in a fantasy world where every religion has come alive, I still can't escape school.
Sleep was a fucking nightmare and of course it's a Monday. Cause fuck you, that's why.
Raynare, Akeno and Grayfia took up all the time I had for rest yesterday. Fucking Raynare stupid took up my morning, coffee with Akeno blasted through my afternoon and getting jumpscared Grayfia literally held me up the whole night thinking she's going to spin the block again.
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