Chapter 30 : The Fallen Angel
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There is also the matter of the peace between the Three Factions of the Christian Pantheon, fighting the Khaos Brigade, both Hero Faction and Qlippoth.
It wasn't a bleak gaze upon the future that awaited me but it was neither was a favorable one.
And yet…
I wonder if I can find a way back home, to make sure they know that… I'm fine. Even just for that.
"I guess that I want to do right now is… make things right when possible," I decided to say, letting my heart speak out right now instead of some logic-based lie. "I don't feel much of a selfless hero, so I will not call myself like that the a hero, but I wouldn't refuse helping people if I find myself in the capacity of doing so."
"That's a…" The Fallen Angel paused for a moment to ponder over my words. "That's surprisingly mature for someone of your age. I would have expected something like 'I wanna save the world' or maybe 'I want a big Harem'."
I snorted at that last example, but I quietly commented about the adjective he had used.
"Mature?"
"I would say that you have your mind set for some interesting path ahead of you." He mirthfully commented. "You are not setting the bar too high, and I suppose you aren't the kind of moron I had thought you to be. With you being a suicidal brat just yesterday."
I groaned a little at the mentioning of that. "Are you going to keep reminding me of this?
"Always!" Azazel confirmed with a chuckle. "But still, I think that you need to know something more before you go."
I frowned at him. "And that is?"
"While we have known each other for just two days, maybe one and a half," The Fallen Angel muttered quietly. "I think you should know that if you have some doubt about anything, you can ask me anything… that isn't too much embarrassing or too secret."
"What?" I blurted out with a confused look, gaining a sigh out the man.
"Listen kid, I will tell you this once because I feel like you need this," Azazel said with a serious voice. "Sometime you might end up having some questions, some facts that just troubles you about people and things, about beliefs and other of that crap. Keeping that bottled up is… bad. Like really bad."
"Why are you asking me this… sir?"
"Call me 'Azazel' while we aren't dealing with formal events," He pointed out with a quick groan. "I've plenty of that with Shemhazai, I don't need a brat to make me feel older than I am."
Isn't he like… some millennia old?
"Still, the thing is that I know someone that is keeping everything close to himself because of teenage angsty and all of that BS," The Governor-General continued with a sigh. "He is a good kid, but terribly prideful and kind of a prude. You seem smarter than him, and I don't want to hear any from your new mentor about going Angsty on him. Understood?"
I blinked. "Why would…" I stopped myself from asking, my mind having realized that the man was referring about Vali and I could see why he would have to give this kind of discussion. I certainly wasn't planning into turning in a broody and traitorous jerk anytime soon. "I suppose I can do that."
A bright smile appeared on his face at my concession.
"Good," The Fallen Angel commented eagerly. "Now, we could still talk about girls. I heard that Kuoh Academy has quite the arsenal of bombshells of various types."
…
"You are insane, sir."
He grinned madly at my deflated expression.
"Try to deal with my work-load, the absence of boobs and booze, and then we will see who is the insane."
I reiterate my initial assessment about this man.
Azazel is a nutcase and surprisingly enough… I don't mind that he is one.
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The warehouse that I've grown accustomed to in the last three days spent training there was once again rumbling at the events unfolding during the umpteenth spar I was having with Azazel.
The Fallen Angel was one of the strongest being in the Christian Pantheon. He was powerful, experienced, and seemingly with never-ending energy.
He hardly looked winded after 12 consecutive spars that we had to go through for today and I was starting to understand that my growth in power wasn't going to be neither a quick one, nor easy to fully achieve.
The leader of Grigori was somewhat focused with his attacks and with his guard, the smile that had characterized the spars in the first two days had partially disappeared towards the end of the second day.
I was getting faster with my pace, incredibly receptive with my capacity to dodge and handling around with his attack pattern, and I had turned terribly unforgiving when lazy openings were offered by the older man's defense.
Real damage on him was minimal considering the difference of power between the two of us, but the annoyance that the firepower of some of my attacks was causing on him ended up being more than enough to make the man increase his pace, to bring out more of his strength and his raw magical power.
That had initially meant a sudden switch of speeds and reactions, with his attacks getting a little faster than and much more difficult to deal with during the first minutes this had happened.
Yet any attack on me meant a possible opening for me to use on his defenses, which would then offer me the opportunity for me to bring out some counterattack… if I had the strength to pull through it.
It was actually the first Shadow-related technique that I had learned about that turned out to be quite the blessing for this kind of situations.
There was no way for me to ever match up with Azazel's undeniably panic-inducing speed but with the Shadow Duet now within my arsenal, things had taken a turn for the best for me.
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