Chapter 2: Just a Lost Demon
The afternoon sun cast long shadows over Kuoh Private Academy. Inside the quiet clubroom of the Supernatural Research Club, Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri sat across from each other, the faint aroma of tea lingering in the air.
Ti had passed, and Sona had cald down. Adjusting her glasses, she exhaled slowly before speaking in a asured tone.
“Rias, this ti, it was my fault.”
Rias hesitated. “Sona…”
Before she could offer any words of comfort, Sona cut in, “Just like he… Lynn said.” A complex emotion flickered in her eyes as she continued, “I was only thinking of myself, never considering his situation.”
Rias remained silent for a mont, then took a sip of her tea. A soft chuckle escaped her lips.
“That’s the Sona I know.” She knew Sona as soone who never hesitated to point out the mistakes of others. But when she herself was wrong, she admitted it without excuses.
Sona, too, lifted her cup and took a sip. The composed, unshaken deanor she was known for had returned.
“And what about your engagent?” Rias asked curiously. T
he plan to annul it had been a complete failure. Lynn had not resisted it—on the contrary, he had been surprisingly cooperative. Yet, the outco was clear.
Sona paused. “The Rating Ga is out of the question. That would only put him in the sights of the Old Maou Faction.” A slight frown crossed her face before she continued, “I’ll try to convince my family.”
Hearing the unwavering determination in her voice, Rias teased, “If you ask , Lynn isn’t bad. Why not just keep things as they are?”
Sona fell silent.
Rias, knowing her childhood friend well, imdiately narrowed her eyes. “Wait. You’re actually considering it?”
“My first impression of him wasn’t bad,” Sona admitted, her voice calm. “If things can’t be changed, I’ll try to develop feelings for him.”
Rias’ eyes widened. Sothing was off. Very off.
Lynn’s detached gaze, his cold tone.
And that unforgettable line: You’re really full of yourself, aren’t you?
A chill ran down her spine. “Sona, you wouldn’t happen to be… that, would you?”
Sona raised an eyebrow. “That?”
“Ah, no. Haha, nothing,” Rias forced a laugh, averting her gaze. No way, right? It couldn’t be…
Sona frowned slightly but didn’t pursue it. Instead, she finished her tea and stood up. “I should get going.”
Just as she was about to leave, she pulled a set of keys from her pocket and placed them on the table.
“His living situation doesn’t seem great. The Sitri family owns a property in Tokyo’s Minato Ward. These are the keys to one of the apartnts. If you get the chance, give them to him. Consider it an apology.”
Without waiting for a response, she activated a magic circle and disappeared.
Rias stared at the keys, speechless. The words Why don’t you give them to him yourself? hovered at the tip of her tongue but never left her lips.
…
That evening, inside the Student Council Room, a flash of red light signaled Sona’s arrival.
“Tsubaki, I need a bath.”
“Yes, President,” her queen responded imdiately.
“And my clothes need washing.”
“Understood.”
“Wait! I’ll wash my own underwear!”
…
The city had grown darker by the ti Lynn exited the convenience store, a half-price bento in hand. The neon lights flickered against the pavent, and the occasional hum of passing cars filled the night air.
“Thanks, Aoyama. I’ll buy you ice cream next ti,” he remarked casually as he stepped onto the street.
One hand gripped the plastic bag carrying his dinner; the other played idly with a black chess piece. His thoughts drifted.
Aoyama has the potential to be reborn as a demon. But she refused to let put this piece into her body.
A regretful sigh left his lips.
“Can you see ?”
The slithering voice shattered the quiet.
“Can you see ?”
A grotesque figure erged in his path—a long-tongued cursed spirit, its saliva dripping onto the pavent with a sickening sizzle.
Lynn barely spared it a glance.
The monster twitched violently. “You can see ! You must be able to see ! You aaaaah—!”
Before it could revel in its discovery, red flas erupted from its body, reducing it to ashes in an instant.
Lynn’s fingers relaxed. “You chose the wrong target,” he muttered. “For I am… a demon.”
The cursed spirits lurking in the shadows recoiled in fear. He ignored them. There were too many of these weaklings infesting the city—hardly worth his attention.
Still, his understanding of this world had grown since he broke the Secret of the Womb. This wasn’t just a single story. It was a fusion.
A mixed ani universe.
His current identity? The sole heir of a demon family from the Underworld. A new student at Shuchiin Academy. His horoom teacher was Nagumo Nayuki. The school even had a Totsuki division.
And then there was Aoyama Nanami working at the grocery store.
Considering the cursed spirits infesting the streets, it wouldn’t be surprising if a Yotsuya Miko existed sowhere in this world too.
A soft flicker of light caught his attention.
His Demon Piece skill was glowing faintly.
Lynn’s gaze sharpened.
Another effect of Demon Piece—it reacted when soone with the potential to beco his follower was nearby.
Without hesitation, he released a pulse of magic to scan the area. A few seconds later, his eyes lit up. “There,” he murmured, changing direction without a second thought.
Soone was in trouble. Chased. Cornered. The scent of fear tainted the air. Lynn moved.
…
Heavy, ragged breaths echoed through the deserted alley.
Kasumigaoka Utaha gritted her teeth, forcing her legs to keep moving despite the searing pain. Her once-pristine black stockings were tattered, her legs marred with fresh scrapes, but she didn’t stop.
Faster. Faster!
She could feel it. The monster was right behind her, savoring the thrill of the hunt. She didn’t know if she would survive, but she knew that stopping ant death.
So she ran. She ran until—
Bang!
She crashed into sothing warm and solid. Panic surged through her chest.
It’s over!
“Looks like you could use so help.”
The voice was calm. Almost amused.
Just looks like?
Gasping, she looked up. A handso face ca into view, but she had no ti to process it.
“Run… run! There’s a monster behind !”
She had no strength left. The impact had drained the last of it. If not for the arms steadying her, she would have collapsed. She couldn’t run anymore. But he still could.
“Monster?” Lynn tilted his head slightly. “You an that one?”
His arm tightened slightly around her waist as he gestured toward the alley’s entrance.
Utaha turned.
A grotesque creature stood there—a humanoid upper body fused with the lower half of a monstrous spider. Drool dripped from its twisted mouth as its many eyes glead with predatory delight.
She swallowed hard. A hollow laugh escaped her lips. “It’s too close… looks like you can’t run either.”
Lynn smirked. “Why would I run?” His gaze turned sharp. “It’s just a lower-level lost demon.”
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