[Name: Akira]
[Age: 18]
[Occupation: Butter Player]
[Strength: 238.8]
[Agility: 218.3]
[Endurance: 237.2]
[Spirit: 319.8]
[Skills: Martial Arts Mastery (Perfect), Precise Throwing (Perfect), Mastery of Swordsmanship (Perfect), God's Hand, Two-Pronged Approach, Bewitch Heart (Trophy), Existence Weakening, Abdicate the Throne (Trophy), Wall Hugger (Trophy), Art Space (Active), Under Great Pressure, Beast Tamer (Trophy), Cognitive Distortion (Active), Train Barrage, High-Frequency Vibration, Far Ahead…]
[Eroge Skills: Datafication, Protect the Master (Active)
Akira closed his data panel. He didn't notice anything unusual on it.
"I don't know either. But in my memory, there truly are beings like Fallen Blood Angels. They aren't necessarily much stronger than ordinary Fallen Angels, but they definitely have some special abilities. Raphael, show Lucoa your power."
Raphael stopped her busy work upon hearing this, wiping a bit of sparkle from the corner of her mouth. Her gaze burned as she looked toward Lucoa.
Instantly, Lucoa felt her nerves tingle.
"I understand—it's the power of original sin. Raphael's ability can stir up the most primal desires in living beings. Now she can practically affect anything below a true god, making them fall into the environment she creates."
Lucoa explained in detail.
Akira was a bit speechless—wasn't this an R-rated ability? The Eroge didn't give it to him, but instead gave it to Raphael. However, this ability also had a drawback; just like Cognitive Distortion, it wouldn't increase capture progress. But it carried a hypnotic effect, or rather, it caused a certain degree of mental pollution to anyone who experienced this ability.
Lucoa was a true god, very high level, so this ability was completely ineffective on her. However, it reignited the flame that she had just extinguished.
Just as Raphael was busy—Akira hadn't entered a certain mechanism—so she immediately shoved Raphael aside and took her place.
"Mr. Akira, leave the magic stuff to Tohru for now—she can handle it."
"Lucoa, you're too cunning."
Tohru was exasperated, making a gesture of rolling up her sleeves. But Lucoa just blinked. "Who told me I'm Quetzalcoatl? Hmph."
Lucoa started exercising. Tohru had no choice but to take on the task of teaching the two.
Fubuki rubbed her forehead. What a wicked scene this was, with so many people. Was it because they were in a game that Mr. Akira had completely let loose? Although Fubuki knew this might not be a game, thinking that way made her feel a little better.
Esdeath, on the other hand, didn't think much; her attention was simply drawn to Lucoa, who was doing yoga nearby, and she didn't hear what Tohru was saying at all.
"I'm your teacher, at least pay attention."
Tohru was already a bit annoyed, and her aura burst forth, causing Esdeath to instinctively use her power.
"I hadn't noticed before, but there's a faint trace of dragon aura lingering in your magic. Although I don't know why, this place is clearly not suitable for learning."
Tohru turned to look at Akira, completely ignoring the ice that was sealing him. "Mr. Akira, I'm taking these two out for a bit."
Akira gave an OK gesture. "Go ahead—just don't let anyone get hurt."
"Understood."
Tohru took the two and flew directly out of the room, speeding toward an open area.
Raphael had learned her lesson this time; since she couldn't win, she might as well rest by the side. And also feel her own power. The abilities she learned at Angel Academy had mostly degenerated; even if she operated them in the original way, what emerged were entirely new skills.
Moreover, what was taught at Angel Academy was merely foundational—just like how one doesn't learn skills directly applicable in real society at school. Angels, before truly graduating and starting their careers, only learned the very basics of the basics. This made management easier and also reduced the risk of them causing trouble.
Lucoa's evaluation just now was that it could work on anyone below a true god. Then in the future, she could… thinking of Gabriel and the other demons, a sly smile appeared on her face.
Tobihama Waka was still curiously peeking through the doorway. A strange sensation came and went, came and went. A pile of tissues had accumulated next to her, but she still couldn't help but continue watching.
Wow~! Are Lucoa's so soft? And they aren't even affected by gravity.
Just then, Lucoa winked at her. Tobihama Waka's hair immediately stood on end, and she closed the door.
She was discovered. She was discovered.
She grabbed a tissue box and immediately dove under the covers. But, who could resist this? Under the covers, Tobihama Waka recalled the scene she had just witnessed, mesmerized.
The basic reward could only be claimed once a day. So after receiving the basic rewards from several people, no matter how intense it got later, it would just be a waste of time.
Lucoa's capture progress was stuck at 95%, unable to increase. Tohru was also stuck at 99%, with no progress. Raphael, however, reached 100% in one go. But this made sense; after all, he was the one who caused Raphael's fall and made her a Blood Angel.
Lucoa was a god of this world, knowing a lot. Understanding that Akira was from another world, she had some reservations. Tohru was also considered one of the top combat powers in this world, and the daughter of the Chaos Dragon Clan leader. That last sticking point was probably due to this reason.
Raphael, Yor, Sakurajima Mai—Akira thought for a moment and decided to temporarily leave them in this world. Of course, if this Protect the Master skill allowed people whose "subordinate" mark was removed after summoning to continue existing, he could also take them to see the scenery of other worlds.
Fubuki and Esdeath could both learn magic from the Dragon Maid world. So Akira could bring people over to learn. Of course, he could also have a top student, after learning, go to the real world to give lectures and teach all his forbidden playthings. This way, he wouldn't have to waste slots bringing the women from the real world over one by one.
Tsk~! Not bad.
The problem of magic learning was completely solved by the Protect the Master skill provided by the system. As long as he brought Sakurajima Mai with him when he returned to reality, and Esdeath too.
Esdeath was already a general, capable and shrewd, but she was a bit brutal in her actions. Of course, being brutal to enemies was understandable, but she still harbored feudal aristocratic ideas deep down. Bringing her to the real world and letting her see a world where "everyone is equal" might have a positive impact on her. Of course, if he enrolled her in some history interest class and let her thoroughly understand the tragic end of feudal aristocrats, then he wouldn't need to say much; she would understand the historical mission she bore.
Thinking of this—
High-Frequency Vibration was adjusted to a higher setting. Lucoa also instantly fell.
"Raphael, what are your plans?"
Akira got up and put on his clothes, but Raphael had no clothes to wear. However, she didn't feel embarrassed. Anyway, there was a whole room full of people in the same situation as her.
"Master, no one knows that I became a Fallen Blood Angel. My aura also didn't escape thanks to Quetzalcoatl's barrier. So I want to go back to school and lead my fellow Angel Academy interns from the same period to fall. That would definitely be a very interesting thing. Moreover, I already have a target—the first-place student in this Angel Academy exam, Gabriel."
Well, even if she fell, she still wanted to "persecute" Gabriel and the others. I've fallen, so don't you all expect to have an easy time.
Akira didn't know if Raphael thought that way, but this behavior pattern itself perfectly matched this angel. As an angel, she naturally had to be more like a demon than a demon, otherwise how could she contend with demons? Furthermore, only Raphael herself had become a Blood Angel now; wouldn't she have to quickly expand her faction?
"Alright. You take them to ride the tram. In that case, I can bring her into your team."
Akira himself wasn't sure if she could become a Blood Angel, but this statement was the most likely way to motivate Raphael.
"I understand, Master. I'll go now."
Raphael stood up, and a bloody light bloomed around her. The next second, she vanished from everyone's sight.
"Divine Speed Steps turned into this? But the effect seems to be the same."
Lucoa lazily turned and mumbled. As graduates of Angel Academy, under similar curricula, the methods angels mastered had largely been homogenized. So, when Akira heard about Divine Speed Steps, he wasn't surprised.
"Aren't you going to clean up quickly? It's a mess here."
Lucoa was patted, and she couldn't help but let out another "Ah."
"Mr. Akira, what are you doing? I'm still very sensitive right now."
This, coupled with Lucoa's soft voice, would make anyone's ears pregnant. But Akira's will was firm now, unmoved. Lucoa was left with no choice but to use time magic, restoring the living room to its state from several hours ago.
Magic, this thing, really is convenient.
Akira felt a bit regretful about magic, but there was nothing he could do; he couldn't learn such things. His power was too high-level, preventing him from simultaneously using such inferior power. Thinking about the widespread application of High-Frequency Vibration, Akira felt that this was simply how things were. No matter how high the attack, how strong the burst, if it couldn't hit the target, it was all in vain. Now, he was invincible in terms of physics. With the enhancement of psychokinesis itself, he was fearless of mental and superpower attacks. As for magic, he didn't seem to have delved into it yet.
"Oh dear—I'm a bit hungry, Mr. Akira. I'll go cook now."
Hearing about cooking, Sakurajima Mai immediately rushed into the kitchen. In less than ten minutes, the re-heated dishes were served on the table. After going back to her room and putting on her clothes, Sakurajima Mai went to knock on Tobihama Waka's door. The latter was a bit sluggish in her physical reactions due to using a large amount of tissues. But Lucoa quickly helped her recover her state. Her time magic could not only act on the whole but also on the microscopic level. For example, when restoring Tobihama Waka, she restored her cells to a state of several hours ago within the normal flow of time. So, the tissues she used up were still used up.
"Eat, eat."
The family happily sat down and enjoyed the delicious food.
Meanwhile, Fubuki and Esdeath were beaten badly. It wasn't that Tohru was bullying the two, but Fubuki proactively suggested wanting to see a fight. Besides learning magic, she also wanted to improve, and with a ready sparring partner, it would be a waste not to practice. As for Esdeath, she had the same idea. She didn't know what components were in the Blood of the Devil, but her desire to become stronger and gain power remained unchanged.
The result goes without saying. Even though Tohru hadn't fully recovered, the gap in combat power was several levels apart. Esdeath's power had a large area of effect, capable of city-destroying levels. But besides coldness, sharpness, and even being able to create cavalry formed from ice crystals, as well as her seemingly decent swordsmanship, there were no other means. And such means couldn't even break Tohru's defense. The same went for Fubuki; the power of her psychokinesis was merely tickling Tohru. And Tohru only had to exert a little strength, and they would be in a flurry.
Finally, after exhausting all their power, they only received a thumbs-up from Tohru. "Very spirited."
The cultivation of basic magic is nothing more than mastering runes, magic circles, and methods of drawing power. Although Tohru mostly relied on her body and dragon's breath, she didn't neglect magic. She had dabbled in all aspects. This was also the foundation she had accumulated during her many years of walking among humans.
Grrr~!
When Esdeath's stomach growled, they realized that a long time seemed to have passed. Tohru patted the grass clippings off her body. "Let's go—time to go home and eat."
"Yes, Teacher."
Hearing Esdeath's address, Tohru rubbed her nose. "I'm this old, and it's my first time taking a disciple. I don't know what to give, so I'll just teach that guy in your mark a lesson."
In an instant, Tohru revealed her true form; her mountain-like body was not necessarily larger than the super dangerous species Esdeath had seen. But the natural aura of a strong person she exuded made her heart tremble.
And the next moment, the mark on Esdeath's chest suddenly began to heat up and twist, drilling into her fair skin. Then, she felt a surge of power integrate into her body, making her feel as if she had instantly ascended several levels. Her control over the power of the Blood of the Devil became even more effortless. Moreover, the ice shards became firmer, larger, and colder.
"Thank you, Teacher."
"Hehehe—don't thank me yet. Perhaps this was a test left by Mr. Akira, and now that I've dealt with these for you, it might not be of much benefit to your future. After all, Mr. Akira can come over, and even bring you all. But we have no way to go over. So Mr. Akira must be much more powerful than he appears."
Tohru's words made Esdeath pause, and she became even more reverent toward Akira.
Mr. Akira even deals with gods. It's likely that nothing can easily catch his eye.
Fubuki, on the side, was incredibly envious. Just by calling her "Teacher," she could gain so many benefits. She also wanted to call her that, but due to her personality, she ultimately maintained her pride and stood aside. However, she did learn one thing from Tohru's words. This wasn't some 100% simulated game. It was a real otherworld. And Akira's power had long exceeded her imagination; he just hadn't shown it.
Was this his confidence in not rushing when disaster struck? She also needed to work hard.
"Alright—home."
Before Fubuki could emerge from her "small world," the two were caught by Tohru and flew rapidly, just as they had arrived.
"I'm home."
Tohru put the two down and headed straight for the dining table. Unfortunately, she was late, unable to present her latest culinary creation to Mr. Akira.
Fubuki and Esdeath tidied their wind-blown hair and joined the ranks of eating. At the dinner table, there was no distinction of status. Everyone ate happily. Especially Esdeath—as soon as she picked up her chopsticks, her taste buds were conquered by this never-before-tasted otherworldly delicacy. By now, she hadn't eaten for nearly twenty hours. Hunger met gourmet food, and at this moment, she was so happy she wanted to cry.
Just then, Akira suddenly felt something unusual.
Because Raphael's voice echoed in his mind: "My Lord, I have brought Gabriel to the tram. Please, my Lord, accept the offering from your servant."
Gabriel, huh!?
Raphael's efficiency was truly surprising.