Chapitre 15: Chapter 15
Kalawarner's POV
Kalawarner stirred, her eyes fluttering open as the chill of the morning air seeped into her skin. The rough wood of the bench pressed uncomfortably against her back, making her wince as she shifted. Slowly, the world came into focus—the quiet park, bathed in the soft light of dawn, with shadows stretching long and thin across the dew-kissed grass. Confusion gripped her as she took in her surroundings. How had she ended up here, of all places, sleeping on a public bench?
She rubbed her temples, trying to banish the fog that clouded her thoughts. The last clear memory she had was of wandering through the park the previous evening, but everything after that was a frustrating blur. No matter how hard she tried to piece it together, it was like her memories had been wiped clean.
"What... happened last night?" she murmured, frustration and a hint of unease bubbling within her. How could she, a fallen angel, have ended up in such a vulnerable state?
Before she could dwell on it further, a voice cut through the stillness. "There you are. Finally."
Kalawarner's head snapped up, her eyes widening in surprise. Standing a few feet away was a familiar figure. "Mittelt?" she gasped, recognizing her fellow fallen angel.
Mittelt's expression was a mix of relief and urgency. The petite blonde wore her usual Gothic Lolita ensemble—a black dress adorned with white frills, a large bow at the front, and a green jewel at her collar. Her twin-tails were as sharp and precise as her gaze, which locked onto Kalawarner with concern.
"I've been searching for you since last night," Mittelt said, stepping closer. "There's news from Raynare."
Kalawarner frowned, her thoughts still muddled. "News? What kind of news?" she asked, though a nagging question lingered at the back of her mind. "But first, why are you here? Why didn't you return last night?"
Kalawarner hesitated, the truth eluding her. How could she explain something she didn't fully understand herself? "I... must have been exhausted," she finally said, the words sounding hollow even to her own ears. "I needed to rest."
Mittelt eyed her, clearly skeptical but not pressing the issue. "Yeah, I can see that. You've been taking on a lot of odd jobs lately."
Kalawarner forced a weak smile, though the unease in her gut remained. "So, what's the news?" she asked, eager to shift the focus away from herself.
Mittelt's expression turned serious. "The aura around the boy we suspected of having a Sacred Gear—it's gone. Completely vanished. The boy is still around, but there's no trace of the Sacred Gear left in his body."
Kalawarner's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? How is that even possible?"
"We don't know," Mittelt replied, her tone grim. "That's why Raynare is canceling the current plan. The girl with the Twilight Healing ability is expected to arrive soon."
Kalawarner nodded slowly, processing the information. "I see. Keep me updated on the new plan."
Mittelt looked at her expectantly. "Aren't you coming with me now?"
Kalawarner hesitated, glancing around the park once more. Something still didn't sit right with her, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Finally, she stood up, brushing off her clothes. "Yeah, let's go," she said, her resolve hardening. Whatever had happened last night, she would figure it out—eventually.
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After a bath after the workout, Alastor headed to the kitchen, brewing a pot of coffee. As the rich aroma filled the air, he leaned against the counter, thinking about the day ahead.
"I need a maid..." He mumbled as he felt like it was too much work to even make a coffee and change his clothes.
In the underworld, Grayfia was responsible for all his personal needs. After the confirmation that he was a true heir to Lucifer, Grayfia was with him for almost everything.
It can even be considered that she was his personal maid instead of Sirzechs. The only reason why she didn't came with him is because even now, she is the queen of Sirzechs peerage.
Because of that, there are so many restrictions.
After he became a satan-class devil, he would ask Grayfia to be his queen.
'I'll look for someone tomorrow or maybe I should just get that fallen angel as my maid.' He thought as he closed his eyes, enjoying the coffee.
A few minutes later, a faint red aura surrounded Alastor, seeming to emit from every pore of his skin. The aura didn't dissipate into the air but instead was absorbed back into his body.
This was a routine training exercise he did even while sleeping. Alastor used his Power of Destruction mixed with cursed energy to strengthen his body.
The energy flowed through him at a weaker intensity, breaking down his cells, which then regenerated stronger and more resistant.
It's almost like a reverse-curse technique but at the same it slowly destroying his body as well.
Thanks to his natural devil regeneration, he could handle the slow destruction and regeneration of his cells without difficulty, even while asleep.
Over the years, this training had made his healing abilities much faster than those of a typical high-class devil, allowing him to recover from most wounds quickly.
This also help him grow his cursed energy, by now he didn't know if he should call his cursed energy as 'cursed energy' because a portion of his cursed energy is now is mixed with demonic energy.
Giving it a completely different set of power. Of course, he has pure cursed energy and demonic energy with him. And to avoid further mixing, he sealed his cursed energy within him.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching.
Rias entered the kitchen in her uniform.
"Are you ready to go," She asked.
"Yes."
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