Kapitel 25: With The Black Bulls: Bonding With The Bulls (Day 0-07)
A/N: sorry that this chapter took so long but I put a lot of work into it like I worked on this thing for like 2 days and I had to do a bunch of side quests while working on it, but with that being said, I hope you guys enjoy
The Black Bulls' base was surprisingly quiet at night. After the chaos of the day, I thought I'd finally get some peace to settle into my new life here. But as I sit at my desk, staring at the ceiling,My mind restless, filled with thoughts of everything that had happened and everything that lay ahead.
Just as I was beginning to make a list of my future plans, a faint rustling caught my attention. I sat up, scanning the room. The faint glow of moonlight through the window revealed a small bird—a black-and-white finch—fluttering into the room.
"Secre?" I muttered, recognizing the little bird.
The bird didn't respond. Instead, it flew to the door and pushed it shut with an unexpected level of intent. Then, the bird's form shifted, feathers giving way to pale skin and long, flowing black hair. In its place stood a young woman in a dark cloak, her sharp crimson eyes fixed on me.
"Why–" I started, but before I could move, she raised a hand, and glowing runes appeared in the air. Chains of magic shot out, wrapping around me and pinning me to the chair.
Her eyes narrowed, her expression unyielding. "You're not entirely human, are you?"
That made me pause.
"I can feel it," she said, stepping closer, her gaze boring into mine. "You're part demon. Explain."
For a moment, I considered bluffing, but her intensity told me she wouldn't buy it. So, with a deep breath, I began to explain.
"I'm human," I said carefully. "But... I fused with a demon. His name's Liebe. He wasn't like the other demons—he hated them. And he also told me that the barrier containing the demons was weakening so he gave me his power his essence to kill all demons. So, that's why I'm now half demon."
Secre's expression softened slightly, but her eyes remained sharp.
So I continued. "It's not just about strength, though. It's about survival. Demons are too powerful for a regular human to take on. So, I had to become something more."
For a long moment, she didn't say anything. Then, with a flick of her wrist, the magical chains disappeared, freeing me.
"Interesting," she said, her tone more contemplative now. "But you're wrong about one thing."
I rubbed my wrists, frowning. "What's that?"
"Liebe isn't gone," she said simply. "I can still sense a part of him within you. Dormant. It's like he sealed a portion of himself away."
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I stared at her, in disbelief that Liebe could still be alive. "Why would he do that?"
She shrugged. "Perhaps as a safeguard. A way to ensure you could one day tap into his full power when the time was right. Whatever the reason, it means you haven't unlocked your full potential yet. There's more to your anti-magic than what you're currently capable of."
I exhaled, the weight of her revelation settling over me. "So, what do I do?"
"You'll train," she said firmly. "I'll help you. But unlocking that power won't be easy. It will take time, discipline, and focus."
A slow grin spread across my face. "Good. I wasn't looking for easy."
Dawn with Noelle
The next morning, I threw myself into life at the Black Bulls' base. My days became a blur of training, chores, and helping my teammates, but it was the mornings with Noelle that were quickly becoming my favorite part of the day.
We always started early, the cool morning air making the grass slick with dew. The training grounds were quiet at this time, the rest of the squad still asleep—or recovering from whatever chaos had unfolded the night before.
"Alright, Noelle," I said, standing at the edge of the clearing. "Let's see what you've got."
She huffed, crossing her arms. "I don't need your help, you know. I'm perfectly capable of figuring this out on my own."
"Sure, sure," I said, smirking. "That's why I keep dodging your magic instead of getting soaked, right?"
Her cheeks flushed, but whether it was anger or embarrassment, I couldn't tell. "Just shut up and watch!"
She took a deep breath, raising her hands. Water began to swirl around her, gathering into a large orb. For a moment, it looked stable, and I started to think she had it under control.
Then the sphere wobbled, quivering like jelly before bursting apart in every direction. A stray jet of water shot toward me, and I jumped to the side, narrowly avoiding getting drenched.
"Close one," I teased, brushing some droplets off my sleeve. "But you might wanna work on your aim, Princess."
"Don't call me that!" she snapped, spinning toward me, her fists clenched.
"What, Princess?" I said, leaning casually against a tree. "I think it suits you. All regal and—whoa!"
She sent a sharp stream of water my way, and I barely managed to duck in time. The water blasted through the tree behind me, leaving a neat hole in the trunk.
I whistled. "Okay, that was pretty good. But if you're gonna hit me, you've gotta commit. No holding back."
She glared at me, her frustration evident. "I'm not holding back! My magic just... doesn't listen to me sometimes."
I walked closer, keeping my tone light. "Maybe that's the problem. You're trying to control it like it's a servant or something. But magic's more like a partner, right? You've gotta work with it, not against it."
She frowned, clearly skeptical. "And what would you know about controlling magic? You don't even have any."
"True," I admitted. "But I've got something even harder to manage—anti-magic. It's like trying to tame a wild beast every time I swing my sword. But once you find the right rhythm, it all clicks."
Her expression softened, the irritation giving way to thoughtfulness. "A... partner, huh?"
"Exactly," I said, grinning. "Now, let's try this again. Imagine your magic is like a river. Don't dam it up or force it. Just guide the flow."
She hesitated, then nodded. This time, when she summoned her magic, it moved more naturally. The water gathered into a sleek, controlled stream that arced through the air, heading straight for me.
I sidestepped at the last moment, the water just barely grazing my arm. "Nice! You're getting the hang of it!"
Noelle blinked, staring at the dissipating water. Her lips curved into a small, almost reluctant smile. "I... I did it."
"See?" I said, giving her a playful nudge. "You've got this, Princess."
She rolled her eyes, though the smile didn't leave her face. "You're insufferable, you know that?"
"It's part of my charm," I said with a wink. "Now, let's go again. This time, try aiming for my other shoulder. Or, you know, actually hit me."
For the next hour, we repeated the exercise, her confidence growing with each attempt. She was still far from perfect, but every little improvement made her stand a bit taller, her usual haughtiness replaced by something... real.
As the sun climbed higher, she finally called it quits, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Alright, that's enough for today. I have more important things to do."
"Of course," I said, giving her a mock bow. "Your Highness must be exhausted from all the progress she made."
She glared at me but didn't bother with a retort. As she walked back toward the base, I caught a glimpse of a smile lingering on her lips.
Hated to see her go but loved watching her leave.
Morning with Gordon
The first time I realized Gordon was trying to say something, I thought the wind was playing tricks on me. His voice was so soft, it was like a whisper buried beneath the hum of the room. But with my enhanced senses, I could hear him clearly.
"Maybe we could use... a different... approach," Gordon had murmured one afternoon, his words barely audible to anyone else.
I stepped in, repeating what Gordon had suggested. "He said we should try splitting up for the mission to cover more ground."
Magna blinked, then nodded. "Oh, yeah, that's a great idea! Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Gordon glanced at me, a mixture of relief and gratitude in his eyes. "Thanks," he whispered.
Later that day, I found him sitting in the corner of the common room. I pulled up a chair next to him. "You've got good ideas, Gordon," I said. "But no one's gonna hear them if you keep whispering like that."
He sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I've... always been like this. People don't listen to me... so I stopped trying to make them hear."
"Well, I'm listening," I said, giving him an encouraging smile. "And trust me, if you speak up, they will too. You've got a lot to offer this squad."
For the next few days, I made a point to include Gordon in conversations, gently coaxing him to speak louder. It was a slow process, but each time he managed to make his voice heard, I could see a spark of pride in his eyes.
One evening, while we were planning a mission, Gordon hesitated before raising his hand.
"I... I think we should focus on the western side of the forest," he said, his voice trembling but audible.
The room went quiet for a moment, then Vanessa nodded. "That's a solid plan, Gordon. Good thinking."
He glanced at me, and I gave him a thumbs-up. He smiled—a small, shy smile—but it was progress.
Afternoon with Gray
Gray was even more challenging. She barely spoke, her shyness acting like a wall between her and the rest of the squad. But she had potential, and I was determined to help her see it too.
One afternoon I found her in the kitchen, nervously practicing her Transformation Magic on an old teapot. She jumped when she saw me, her face instantly turning bright red.
"Sorry!" she stammered. "I didn't mean to—"
"You're fine," I said quickly, holding up my hands. "I was just curious. That's some cool magic you've got there."
She blinked at me, clearly not used to compliments. "It's... not that special," she mumbled.
"Are you kidding? Transformation Magic is amazing!" I said, sitting down across from her. "You could do so much with it. Have you ever thought about using it for more than disguises?"
She hesitated, glancing at the teapot, which now looked like a tiny cat. "I... don't know how."
"Well, let's figure it out together," I said, grinning.
Over the next few days, I spent more time with Gray, encouraging her to experiment with her Transformation Magic. She was hesitant at first,But I made it a point to keep things lighthearted and fun, hoping to ease her nerves.
One afternoon, we sat outside with a pile of random objects I'd gathered from around the base—an old broom, a cracked mirror, a rusty kettle, and a pile of mismatched buttons.
"Alright," I said, plopping down on the grass. "Let's see what you can do with these. No pressure, just have fun."
Gray glanced nervously at the pile. "I'm not sure I can do anything... creative," she mumbled, fidgeting with her hands.
"You won't know until you try," I said, giving her a reassuring smile. "Start simple. How about turning the kettle into... I don't know, a flowerpot?"
She nodded hesitantly, her hands glowing softly as she activated her magic. The kettle shimmered, its shape shifting until it resembled a slightly lopsided flowerpot.
"Not bad!" I said, inspecting it. "Now, let's take it up a notch. Can you add some flowers to it?"
Gray blinked, clearly caught off guard by the suggestion. "You want me to... make flowers?"
"Sure! Why not? They don't have to be real. Just something decorative."
She hesitated, then closed her eyes and focused. The flowerpot glowed again, and when the light faded, it was filled with bright, colorful blooms. They weren't perfect—some of the petals were oddly shaped, and one flower looked suspiciously like a cabbage—but it was a huge step forward.
"See? You're a natural!" I said, clapping my hands.
Gray blushed, a shy smile creeping onto her face. "It's not that good..."
"Are you kidding? It's great! Now, let's try something totally different. How about turning that broom into... a musical instrument?"
Her eyes widened. "A... musical instrument?"
"Yeah! Like a guitar or a flute. Whatever you want."
She hesitated again, but I could see a spark of curiosity in her expression. With a deep breath, she focused on the broom, her magic swirling around it. Slowly, it began to change, the handle thinning and curving until it resembled a harp.
"Whoa," I said, genuinely impressed. "That's amazing!"
Gray's face lit up with pride, though she quickly tried to hide it. "It's just... a harp."
"Just a harp?" I said, pretending to be offended. "It's a magical broom-harp! That's awesome!"
We continued experimenting, each attempt pushing her to think outside the box. She turned the cracked mirror into a decorative hand fan, the pile of buttons into a set of colorful marbles, and even transformed the old kettle into a miniature dragon sculpture that puffed out harmless little smoke clouds.
By the end of the session, Gray was laughing—a soft, timid laugh, but a laugh nonetheless.
"See?" I said, leaning back on the grass. "You've got way more talent than you think. And you're just getting started."
She glanced at the dragon sculpture, her smile growing a little more confident. "Thanks, Asta. I... I never thought I could do stuff like this."
From that day on, Gray seemed a little less shy during our experiments. She still had a long way to go, but watching her take those first steps toward confidence felt like a victory for both of us.
Evenings with Charmy
Charmy and I bonded over food almost immediately. What started as a casual conversation about recipes quickly spiraled into a heated rivalry. It all came to a head one evening when she slapped a spatula on the counter with a loud clang.
"You think you can outcook me?" she challenged, narrowing her eyes. "The culinary queen of the Black Bulls?"
I smirked, tying an apron around my waist. "Oh, I know I can. You're looking at a certified kitchen brawler, Charmy. Let's do this."
The kitchen turned into a battleground as we prepped for the ultimate cook-off. Vanessa and Magna volunteered to judge, while Noelle sat in the corner, pretending she wasn't interested but occasionally glancing over with curiosity.
Charmy went straight to work, her movements a blur of precision and speed. She summoned her food magic, creating animated sheep to help chop vegetables and stir sauces. It was like watching a conductor orchestrate a culinary symphony.
"Really? Helpers?" I teased, pointing at her magical sous-chefs. "That's cheating, isn't it?"
She shot me a smug grin. "If you've got it, use it."
Undeterred, I focused on my own dish, relying on instinct and creativity. I decided to make a bold, spicy curry with a side of freshly baked flatbread. My hands moved with practiced ease, chopping onions and garlic with speed and precision, the aroma of sizzling spices filling the room.
Charmy was making roasted chicken with herb-infused gravy. Her sheep worked alongside her, massaging the marinade into the chicken while she whipped up a creamy sauce. She worked with such speed and confidence that even I had to admit she was good.
"Time to crank this up," I muttered, throwing in a secret blend of spices to give my curry an extra kick.
"You're adding too much chili," Charmy said, glancing over her shoulder. "You'll burn their tongues off!"
"Don't worry," I shot back, kneading dough for the flatbread. "They can handle a little heat. Unlike you."
"Ha! We'll see who's crying when they taste my gravy."
The back-and-forth continued as we cooked, each of us trying to outdo the other. Charmy's sheep kept things running smoothly on her side, while I darted around the kitchen like a whirlwind, flipping flatbreads and stirring my curry simultaneously.
Finally, Vanessa called out, "Time's up! Bring your dishes over!"
Charmy presented her dish first: a perfectly roasted chicken with golden-brown skin, drizzled with herb-infused gravy and garnished with fresh vegetables. The aroma was mouthwatering, and Magna was practically drooling.
I placed my dish next: a vibrant, spicy curry with chunks of tender meat and perfectly puffed flatbreads. The bold colors and rich aroma made everyone lean in for a closer look.
Vanessa and Magna dug in, their faces lighting up with each bite.
"This chicken is so juicy," Vanessa said, savoring a bite of Charmy's dish. "And the gravy is heavenly."
"But this curry!" Magna exclaimed, his mouth full. "It's got so much flavor, and the bread is perfect for soaking it up."
Vanessa sighed, setting down her fork. "I hate to admit it, but... I can't pick a winner. They're both incredible in their own way."
Charmy crossed her arms, pouting. "Fine. It's a tie—for now. But next time, I'm bringing my A-game."
"Bring it on," I said, smirking. "But be ready to lose."
As the others cleaned up, Charmy and I exchanged a knowing glance. The rivalry was far from over, and we both knew it. But for now, we'd call it even—and maybe share a few tips in the meantime.
Night with Secre
At night, Secre took over my training. Her methods were grueling, focused not just on my anti-magic but also on understanding the deeper connection I had to my demonic nature. She believed that unlocking the fragment of Liebe's power left inside me was the key to mastering my abilities—but what she didn't know was how much more there was to Liebe's plan.
"You fused with a demon," Secre said one evening as glowing seals floated around us. "But that fusion didn't just give you power—it left something behind. Something… intentional."
I frowned, sitting in the circle of seals. "Left behind? Why would Liebe do that?"
Secre gave me a sharp look. "To protect you. If Liebe had given you everything, your body would have been overwhelmed. You wouldn't have survived."
Her words hit hard, but they also made sense. Liebe had always been protective, even if he acted gruff about it. But this felt like there was more to the story.
"Fine," I said, clenching my fists. "If there's something Liebe left behind, let's awaken it."
Secre's seals glowed brighter, creating a dome of energy that hummed with tension.
"I'm going to amplify the fragment," she said. "You'll have to control it. If you fail, you might lose yourself completely—or worse."
"Right," I said, swallowing hard. "No pressure."
The seals flared, and a sudden, overwhelming force hit me. It was raw, dark energy, unlike anything I'd felt before. My body tensed as it surged through me, wild and chaotic, and in the chaos, I heard it—a faint voice, familiar yet distant.
"Liebe?" I called out, my voice trembling.
For a moment, the storm within me stilled. Then, a deep, familiar voice resonated in my mind.
"Kid… you're tougher than I thought," Liebe said, his tone gruff but carrying a strange warmth. "I figured it was time for a little chat."
The world around me faded, and I found myself standing in a void. Liebe appeared before me, looking just as fierce as I remembered, but there was something different about him—something lighter.
"You're still here," I said, stunned. "But… how? I thought we fused completely."
Liebe crossed his arms, his smirk sharp as ever. "We did. But I left a fragment of myself behind, just in case. Not because I didn't trust you, but because I knew the anti-magic would overwhelm you without me to balance it out."
I frowned. "So, you were just… waiting inside me this whole time?"
Liebe shook his head. "Not exactly. I've been evolving, kid. You see, there's something you don't know about demons. To kill a demon completely, you have to destroy both their body and their soul. My body's gone, sure, but my soul? That's what you're talking to."
His words sank in slowly, the weight of their meaning hitting me like a ton of bricks.
"So, what are you now?" I asked cautiously.
Liebe's smirk softened. "Not just a demon anymore. That fragment of me inside you has been transforming. I'm becoming an anti-magic spirit—but that's not all. I'm tied to your demon biology now, and with that bond comes something new. A gift."
"A gift?" I asked, my heart pounding.
Liebe nodded. "Yeah. It's a safeguard and a weapon. From now on, every demon you kill, you'll have the ability to absorb their powers."
My breath caught. "What?"
"It's not as crazy as it sounds," Liebe said, waving a hand. "There's limits. You can only absorb abilities from seven demons—total. That's it. After that, it's locked."
"Seven?" I repeated, shocked.
"Yeah. So don't go wasting it on weaklings," Liebe warned, his tone serious. "And when you do absorb an ability, it'll be at its weakest—barely 0.1% of its full power. You'll have to train it, just like you've trained everything else. And trust me, it won't be easy."
I clenched my fists, my mind racing. "Why give me this power? Why now?"
Liebe sighed. "Because the fights ahead are going to be tougher than anything you've faced. You're strong, kid, but strength alone won't be enough. This power is a tool—a way to level the playing field. But it's also a responsibility. If you don't use it wisely, it could destroy you."
His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning.
The void shattered, and I was back in the training dome. The fragment of Liebe's power surged through me again, but this time, it felt different. It wasn't just chaotic energy—it was alive, pulsing in sync with my heartbeat.
Secre watched closely, her eyes narrowing. "You're controlling it better now. What happened?"
"Liebe," I said simply. "He's not just a demon anymore. He's becoming an anti-magic spirit, and he's tied to my demon biology."
Secre blinked, processing my words. "That… explains a lot."
Over the next few nights, Secre and Liebe worked together to push me to my limits. Secre used her sealing magic to amplify the fragment's energy, forcing me to confront it head-on, while Liebe guided me from within, teaching me how to channel and manipulate the new power.
"It's like a muscle," Liebe explained during one session. "The more you use it, the stronger it'll get. But don't rush it. Power like this takes time to master."
With each passing day, I felt myself growing stronger, more in tune with the energy inside me. My anti-magic became sharper, more refined, and my connection to Liebe deepened.
By the end of the week, I could feel it—a flicker of something new. Liebe's presence was no longer just a fragment. He was there, fully formed, waiting for the moment when I'd be ready to call on him as an anti-magic spirit.
A/N: if you made it all the way down here I just want to say thank you for reading the chapter I know I wrote a lot this time but I wanted to put a lot of this chapter to set up a lot of stuff for later I'm telling you all this will pay off later I will be getting back to just trying to make one chapter every day but this time I just wanted to go out with a BANG you know so yeah..... Oh and Merry Christmas🎄
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