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Chapter 292 ~ Entrance

Nightfall.

Irina walked the quiet streets, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. 

Tonight, to cover more grounds in their search for Freed Sellzen, the rogue exorcist who had stolen fragments of the legendary holy sword, Excalibur, she and Xenovia had agreed to split off and patrol different areas of Kuoh. 

She was clad in the Church’s white hooded cloak, which fluttered gently in the breeze. Beneath it, she wore her standard exorcist battle suit—a black, skin-tight, short-sleeved leotard adorned with armored pauldrons, fingerless gloves that reached up to her biceps, and thigh-high boots secured with numerous straps. Battle ready. 

Under her cloak, her hand gripped her arm where a thin string was tied tightly around her skin—a holy weapon in disguise. Her breath was steady, and kept so through conscious effort as her nerves frayed. Her heart, on the other hand, thumped loudly in her chest.

The night was peaceful—eerily so. Too still. Every rustle of the leaves, every whisper of wind made her flinch. Or perhaps… it was simply because her senses were on full alert.

Her footsteps echoed faintly across the pavement. She could even hear her own breath, slow yet heavy… and then—

A shrill, manic cackle tore through the silence.

“Well, well, what do we have here~? A little Church girl wandering around at night~ How delightful~!”

From the shadows, Freed Sellzen stepped out, his eyes wild with madness. In his hand, he wielded the fusion of three Excalibur fragments—Transparency, Nightmare, and Rapidly—its twisted blade pulsing with corrupted power.

Then, like roaches from the dark, they emerged. Two… four… ten rogue exorcists stepped into the moonlight, their ragged white cloaks a tattered mockery of the one Irina wore, a telling of how far they’ve gone from the path of God’s teaching they once held. However, each still held a blessed sword or a holy gun. Ones they ran off with when they strayed. Their twisted smiles promised violence.

Irina’s expression hardened. She yanked the string from her arm—immediately, it transformed into a sleek katana, its round golden guard gleaming under the moonlight. The long hilt allowed for a firm two-handed grip.

She assumed a defensive stance, eyes scanning the enemies encircling her.

Even with a fragment of Excalibur, these numbers were overwhelming. And with Freed wielding that fused monstrosity of a blade… she might not walk away unscathed.

“Oooh, how terrifying~! Ahaha, just kidding!” Freed jeered. “You’re not so scary now, are you?! What’re you gonna do, little girl? Think you can escape a gangbang like this?! Drop the sword, go home… or maybe we’ll break you and send you home a shell of yourself! AHAHAHAHA!!”

“You… you shameless bastard!” Irina shouted, teeth clenched. “I won’t lose to you!”

Freed grinned maniacally. Her defiance was music to his ears—he loved when they screamed and fought, only to break later. It was delicious.

“Well then, let’s play rough!” he laughed. “Get her, boys!”

Five of the rogue exorcists lunged forward with their blessed swords ready to strike—

SLASH!

A brilliant blue flash swept across the battlefield, cutting down three of them in an instant. The remaining two were sent flying by a powerful impact from two more figures.

Freed's eyes widened in shock. “Wha—?!”

“BOOST!”

Before he could react further, the sky above flashed—

BOOOOOM!

Five colossal bolts of lightning, boosted by the power of the Red Dragon Emperor, crashed down, frying the remaining exorcists where they stood.

There, hovering gracefully in the night sky was a stunning black-haired woman dressed in a shrine maiden’s outfit. A pair of devil’s wings unfurled behind her as she giggled playfully.

“Oh my~ I didn’t think they’d get cooked that fast~ Fufufu~”

“Wha… Why is tha—Kuh!”

“FREED SELLZEN!!”

A golden blur shot straight at him. Freed instinctively raised his sword, barely blocking the blow. He skidded back from the sheer force—his arms numbing.

There, standing tall, was Kiba Yuuto.

“You…” Freed’s expression twisted in hatred. “So it was you! You damned devils… I’LL CRUSH YOU LIKE INSECTS!”

The two clashed in a flurry of strikes.

Freed used Transparency to vanish and reappear unpredictably, and not only himself, but also his sword, striking from unpredictable angles. 

He also used Nightmare to attack Kiba’s mind, flashing him memories of his trauma, his friends, and their death. All the while using Rapidly’s ability to move at blinding speed. But none of it was enough.

Kiba was relentless. Every strike was precise, swift, and carried the weight of vengeance. And what he couldn’t block, he let it scratch him in favor of pushing the advantage, forcing Freed on the defensive. 

Even when Freed managed to shatter one of his blades, another materialized in its place. Sometimes, swords erupted from the ground beneath him, forcing Freed to jump back and avoid it lest his feet were pierced.

“Damn devils!!!” he hissed.

“This isn’t what I signed up for!!!”

Freed took a huge leap back and began to run, using Excalibur Rapidly to boost his speed to the limit, and pulled out a smoke bomb.

“See ya! Fools- Wha-!” 

But before he could throw it, a crimson black blade of energy zipped past him, through the smoke bomb. 

And before he knew it, the smoke bomb disintegrated into dust in his hand. 

He looked forward, and there before him, Rias Gremory stood, her crimson aura of destruction flaring. Floating around her were countless black and red demonic blades of energy, humming with lethal power.

“Give it up, Freed Sellzen. You have nowhere to run,” she said coldly. “Even if you scream for help, no one will hear you.”

Freed’s eyes darted wildly. “Hah! You think this much magic won’t alert my boss?!”

“It won’t. This entire area is sealed by a barrier. Nothing gets in or out—not sound, not presence, not power.”

“…What?”

For the first time, real fear entered Freed’s eyes. He stumbled back, trembling.

Rias stared him down, her voice icy. “So rest easy, and die like the filth you are.”

“DIE!!!”

A blade burst through his chest from behind.

Then another.

And another.

Dozens of demonic swords erupted from the ground, impaling his legs, arms, and torso. Blood gushed from his wounds as the fused Excalibur clattered to the ground.

Freed collapsed, lifeless.

Kiba stood behind him, pulling his blade free. He let out a deep breath… a piece of his long-awaited revenge fulfilled.

“...Yuuto.”

Kiba turned to see Rias approaching, her aura of destruction fading. The demonic blades vanished into the ether. She looked at him with soft concern.

He offered her a tired smile. “I’m fine, President… I’m fine.”

“Good.”

They turned towards the holy sword. The others gathered around them.

Xenovia knelt and picked up the fused Excalibur, inspecting it closely. Her expression hardened in confirmation.

“It’s the real one,” she said. “These were the fragments stolen from the Church.”

She looked up and nodded. “Thank you. Thanks to your help, we’ve successfully reclaimed it.”

Rias nodded back. “It’s nothing. We cleansed the filth from our city in the process. Two birds with one stone.”

She glanced at Issei, Koneko, and Akeno, giving them a nod of approval.

“Good work, everyone. Now, let’s head back before Koka—”

Suddenly, the sky groaned like shattering glass. A high-pitched crack echoed across the heavens.

And then—

A thunderous roar, ancient and furious, shattered the night.

“You little rats! So that’s how you want to play huh? Fine… Fine by me! Let’s bring about the second coming of the great war sooner!!!”

Six pairs of jet-black feathered wings unfurled behind the tall figure of the fallen cadre high in the sky. 

“And while I’m at it… I’ll make sure all of you suffer!”

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Yuuji watched in silence as Irina, Xenovia, and Rias’s peerage fought against Freed and the rogue exorcists. 

A number of projections floated in the air, controlled by the Queen of Assyria who sat on the throne of the grand flying magical fortress, her Hanging Gardens of Babylon.

The projections showed the fight from multiple perspectives, each following every member of Rias’s peerage, irina, and Xenovia, and a few more showing the figures of Sona and her peerage maintaining the protective and concealing barrier that enclosed the entirety of the area. 

Semiramis snorted softly as she stared at the barrier constructed and maintained by an entire devil’s peerage. 

It barely sufficed its core function, capable of concealing all magical presence within it to those less perceptive. It also prevented people, normal ones, from entering it. 

For a group of a teenage devil and half devils in their infancy, it was barely passable. 

Though, having seen the greatness and grandness of magic in her own history, such a thing couldn’t even be considered a proper concealment barrier. Considering it an enchantment was already generous. 

‘And when compared to the concealment magic of my gardens…’

Incomparable. 

Comparing such rudimentary magic with magic that came from a place beyond even Gods could reach would be a slight to her master, the descendant of the First Light. 

A difference in not only worlds, but realms. 

She did not understand why her master and his friends, Godly beings, would watch over these little devils. 

But nevertheless, she kept to her duty and served the master who had gained her acknowledgement. 

“Oh? Their teamwork has really improved,” Erika remarked with a soft, approving smile.

“Their individual combat prowess has as well,” Tatsuya added, arms crossed as he watched the battle unfold on the floating projection.

Erika’s gaze lingered on Koneko’s swift movements and Kiba’s refined swordsmanship. “Kiba’s form is sharper, more confident,” she murmured. “And Koneko—she’s grown a lot.”

“Oooh~! Akeno-senpai’s wearing her shrine maiden outfit~! She looks so cute in it~!” Aika squealed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her vivid imagination immediately wandered—thinking of the variety of costumes she could wear during her nightly escapades with Yuuji.

Perhaps… a joint “Evil Spirit Exorcism” roleplay was in order—with Akeno joining in to “purify” their beloved husband of all his lewdness~.

Holding Aika’s left hand, Alice also watched the scene with wide, curious eyes, clearly taken by Akeno’s appearance. On her other side, Aria maintained her composure but observed Kiba’s duel with Freed with intense focus, studying each movement like a master strategist.

“Haaaah…” C.C. let out a lazy yawn, hugging her beloved Pizza-kun plush tightly against her chest, her golden eyes only half-open with mild disinterest. “Wake me up when something interesting happens…”

“My love.”

Albedo stepped closer, her golden eyes gleaming with devotion as she reached for Yuuji’s arm, brushing against him with delicate affection. Her voice was soft and sultry. “Shall we intervene once the little crow makes its grand entrance?”

Yuuji smiled faintly, turning his gaze to meet hers. He gently took her hand, intertwining their fingers as he watched Rias unleash the full force of her power of destruction in the projection before them.

Even without standing beside her, he could feel it—the refinement in her control, the intensity of her bloodline’s potential finally starting to bloom. She was no longer relying on raw strength alone. She was becoming a true King.

“Yes. We’ll intervene—but only at the brink,” Yuuji said, eyes narrowing with calculated precision. “Let Kokabiel temper their abilities in true combat. That includes Xenovia and Irina.”

His voice held a subtle edge. Though he cared for them, he knew this world would not always have their protection. They needed to grow. Quickly.

“Eventually, we’ll return to our world. Though we can visit, we won’t always be around when a crisis strikes. I won’t have Aika shoulder that burden alone.”

He looked at Aika with quiet fondness before continuing.

“This is their trial by fire. If they are to survive the storms ahead, then they must walk through the flames now.”

Albedo’s expression deepened with admiration. “As always, your foresight is absolute…”

“Once they’ve pushed themselves to their limits,” Yuuji said firmly, “we’ll move in and complete the mission.”

“He’ll be arriving soon,” Lelouch interjected calmly, adjusting his collar as he turned toward Yuuji. “Prepare to be transported.”

“I’ve already informed Satoru-san,” he added. “He’s standing by near Kuoh Academy, ready to teleport Sona and her peerage to safety once Kokabiel shatters the barrier.”

Yuuji nodded, fully composed.

“Understood.”

He turned back to his beloveds, placing a soft kiss on Albedo’s forehead, then gently kissed Aika, Erika, and his two adorable slimes, Alice and Aria, on their brows. Each of them lit up with affection.

“I’ll be gone for a bit.”

In a flash of shimmering magic, Yuuji’s outfit shifted into his battle form—a sleek, jet-black combat suit, layered with lightweight armor. His face was masked beneath the intimidating visage of Mordred, the form he assumed in battle.

He raised his hand slowly. “Est.”

A pure, radiant light coalesced in his palm. From that light emerged a majestic greatsword, glowing with divine luminescence and brimming with unfiltered power.

“Master…” a gentle, feminine voice resonated from the blade itself. “I’m so happy… We can fight together again…”

Yuuji smiled tenderly. “Yes, it’s been quite a while since we last fought together, Est.”

He caressed the blade, channeling his mana into her core. “Let’s do our best together.”

“Un…!”

Suddenly, the projection flickered and focused on a tall, pale figure stepping through a shattered holy sigil in the sky. A man with long black hair, narrowed blood-red eyes, and five pairs of jet-black wings descended from the rift with an ominous presence.

“Kokabiel…” Aika muttered darkly, her grip tightening slightly on Alice’s hand.

The air turned heavy as battle erupted.

Rias’s peerage engaged the Fallen Angel Cadre in a desperate clash—Kiba forced to the defensive against the rain of light spears, Irina and Xenovia similarly doing their best to dodge the bullet hell of light spears, Akeno drawing divine lightning from the heavens, and Issei’s Boosted Gear roaring louder than ever.

Explosions rocked the battlefield. Blades clashed. Magic screamed through the air.

Still, the tide slowly began to shift against them.

But then, Valper appeared behind Kokabiel with a twisted grin, and with his command, numerous exorcists joined the fray. 

The balance tilted to the other side once more.

Yuuji’s eyes narrowed.

Now.

A glow of silver light enveloped him as Lelouch’s teleportation circle activated.

“Transporting,” Lelouch said simply.

And just like that, Yuuji vanished—his presence disappearing into the battlefield like a phantom shadow ready to tear fate apart.