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[230] Artificial Sacred Gear! 

The next day, August and Tsubaki arrived at the Student Council together.

Having not returned the entire night, Sona had been concerned all night, and now both of the chosen ones had arrived.

"Good morning, Sona."

"Morning~"

Sona's gaze paused slightly on August before landing on Tsubaki.

After a night of transformation, Tsubaki had changed a lot. Most of the girlish aura had disappeared, replaced by the charm of a mature woman. 

Most importantly, Sona discovered that Tsubaki's strength had reached the high-class devil.

A month ago, Akeno, under Rias, had become a high-class devil. Now, her own queen had also achieved the same. This made her happy.

However, along with the joy, there was a hint of envy.

To become high-class from middle-class in just one night? She couldn't believe there was nothing going on. However, she couldn't have imagined that the reason for Tsubaki's new power was August himself, not anything he did specifically for Tsubaki.

"You've been thoroughly taken advantage of by this guy."

"President~"

"Well, it's not a bad thing."

Although they were nominally master and servant, they were indeed each other's best friends.

Although Sona had some of her own thoughts, seeing Tsubaki's current happiness, she felt happy for her as well.

Clap~ Clap~ Clap~

At this moment, a round of applause sounded.

Instinctively, Sona and Tsubaki looked at August because there were only three of them in the room.

But August also had a puzzled expression. He hadn't done anything, and he definitely couldn't disrupt the deep sisterly bond.

"It's really enviable, August. Two beautiful girls are smitten with you."

At this moment, a voice rang out, and all three turned to look.

Sitting on the sofa, a charming man with an uncle-like appearance named Azazel was sipping tea, though it was unclear where he got it.

Sona looked at Azazel with great seriousness. As Serafall's little sister, she was also a top student. She knew many important figures.

"No need to be so guarded against me, Princess of the Sitri family. I came here for..."

Bang~

Before he could finish, August kicked him out directly.

Seeing this, Sona was stunned, followed by deep concern. This was the Governor of the fallen angels. Was it okay to just hit him like that?

"Hey, I came to..."

"I don't care why you came. You scared me. Just die, Azazel."

Then followed a barrage of punches. This guy suddenly appeared and disrupted the emotional exchange between Tsubaki and Sona. This was asking for trouble.

"Stop it, I'm here to deliver something."

Thud~

Just as he finished saying that, a fist the size of a sandbag hit him squarely in the eye.

After that, Azazel's left eye turned directly black and blue. For the first time, August was the one who made Azazel's eye look like this.

After beating Azazel, August finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Azazel, looking at August, was furious. When did he fall to this level? Being beaten up and not retaliating, this was the most infuriating.

But considering that he owed the other party a huge favor, Azazel also understood that this was giving him respect.

"Why aren't you saving fallen women? Why do you have time to come here and disturb my time?"

"I mean, I came here with good intentions to deliver something for you, and this is how you repay me?"

"Cut the act. Our deal is mutual consent, don't make it sound like I owe you a huge favor."

"Sigh~ Why are you like this?"

Azazel was so angry, he had worked overtime to finally finish the artificial sacred gears and hurriedly brought them over, only to receive a beating in return, and not to mention that he was at a loss.

On the side, Sona suddenly understood that this was a delivery. In that case, August was really familiar with the Fallen Angel Governor, Azazel.

"Enough, stop the nonsense. Where are the items?"

Azazel tugged at the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, he felt so embarrassed. Since when did he become so undignified?

Without saying anything, Asaxiel took out the artificial sacred gears he had prepared.

"Applause Wall."

"Scouting Persona."

"The Dragon Slaying Blade of Light and Darkness."

"Twinkle Aegis."

"Procellarum Phantom."

A total of five sacred gears. Originally, these five sacred gears were prepared for three factions after signing a peace treaty. As Azazel took on the role of the adviser for the Occult Research Club, he later prepared these sacred gears for Sona's peerages.

August looked at these five artificial sacred gears, then looked at Sona. His meaning was clear, the items have arrived, now call your people.

Sona nodded and went to contact the five individuals.

In no time, Tomoe appeared, followed by the other four.

"Sona-sama, is what you said true? Do I really have sacred gear now?"

"Yes, August got it for you."

"That's really amazing."

Tomoe kissed August on the cheek with enthusiasm and then looked at the five artificial sacred gears on the table.

Momo Hanakai - Applause Wall

Reya Kusaka - Scouting Persona

Tomoe Meguri - The Dragon Slaying Blade of Light and Darkness

Tsubasa Yura - Twinkle Aegis

Ruruko Nimura - Procellarum Phantom

The five people, one item each. Sona watched happily, and Tsubaki instinctively remembered the Zanpakuto that August gave her last night.

One artificial sacred gear per person, and she still had a Zanpakuto. August's generosity was truly immense.

As for Azazel, the creator of these artificial sacred gears, at this moment, no one cared about him.

This made Azazel laugh bitterly. These were all made by him and even personally delivered by him. Was there no one to say a word to him?

Soon, Azazel couldn't sit still. He directly left, looking at a man with five women hanging around him, and the other two were still looking at him affectionately. How could Azazel endure it?

There's no way he wants to be a annoying mosquito!

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