Naruto Kusanagi didn't really know how long he'd been holding the young girl, just that she'd literally cried until she fell asleep. He also wasn't quite sure why he was lugging her around like a sack of potatoes.

However even as the girl drooled on his shoulder, his legs around her thighs as he carried her piggyback style-their was still an upside.

What was this ever so small silver lining? In the end it was the simple action of comforting the girl had resulted in Alexandra… Loosening up? Yeah that was probably the best way he could put it. Oh yeah that and he'd found out that the armor of the slayer was tear proof…

But back to the previous topic.

He grunted slightly as he laid the girl down in one of the many un-used rooms of the mansion he'd been sleeping in only a few hours ago. Being campione had its privileges, and that meant he could literally have huge party, that would destroy the mansion and no one would complain... unless they had a death wish or something. After all campione were viewed as biblical monsters that would kill you at the drop of a hat.

In comparison, setting aside a room for an exhausted little girl was quite tame when compared to most of the things he could get away with now, but it was nonetheless within his power. Of course so was setting entire countries on fire, but he preferred to not think of that headache.

Despite how well he was adapting to his situation, Naruto still couldn't help but find it odd that his arms weren't the least bit tired. After all it wasn't an everyday event when a kid could say he'd just carried a girl the same age as himself, for around two to three hours. With the fact he'd been tearing into a pile of debris made up of pieces roughly three to four times his size, just to find his cellphone the entire situation just became straight up weird.

He shrugged-who was he to complain?- and left the girl alone in her new room. During the time he'd been hauling the girl around, he hadn't been entirely idle. From the now relaxed Alexandra he'd found out that the deal had been agreed upon a few hours before the "Conceptual asshole" had been summoned.

As it turned out it was pure chance that the spear had landed by him at all, heck the math stated that the spear should have landed several hundred miles north of the shrine, if it wasn't simply incinerated when the god had landed right on top of it.

He'd also been informed that the money had already been transferred into his adoptive father's account, and his own respectively. The somewhat vicious smile that appeared on his face as he thought about the subject, proved that the greedy aspect of his personality took far too much pleasure in the fact he'd gotten both the spear and the money.

After that Alexandra had proven to quite helpful with piecing together what had occurred before he'd woken up in a pile of rubble.

As it turned out, Justina merest? Jeremiah merope? Eh whatever the hell the guy name was had tried to empower himself with the power of the spear. The spear itself having the been an experiment by some long forgotten Campione, for the single purpose of killing gods and other Campione.

What the spear did to accomplish this was in the end quite simple, but no less ingenious.

The spear would "Steal" magic from the blood of said God or Campione, before forcing it into the user. Forcibly expanding the user "Reserves" of magic until it they were full and then added the tiniest bit more to stretch them even further. The excess magic was then stored into the spear had the bonus of repeating the process every time, blood was drawn meaning the enemy would get progressively weaker with each strike with the added bonus of empowering the user and stretching their reserves beyond normal human standards. However there was still a problem with this.

It may have been enchanted by a campione but it was still mortal magic, and thus incapable of even cutting a god without a specific enchantment. Something the god-slayer had reacted to by cursing the weapon with one of the few mortal spell that would allow a weapon to at least harm a god.

The enchantments when separate, weren't even a threat to a god. This was where the Godslayer had shown his genius as when mixed together, the weapon could draw blood from a god therefore absorb some of the gods magic. In other words by absorbing divine power the weapon itself became a [Divine Weapon] and as such it held the power to kill the heretical existence. The explosion of power that turned the deity to dust, was just all the power in the spear becoming unstable since it required physical contact to remain stable.

Justine something or another, had been aiming to absorb/slash bind this power to himself, thus making it possible for him to kill a god/campione. In the end the man had clearly miscalculated. For one just because it was possible to kill a god, did not mean it was likely after all it had been possible to kill gods for several hundred thousand years, but there was only six or so people that had accomplished it, and survived more than a day afterwards in recent history.

It was almost like rubbing salt into a wound when you added the Marquis's appearance into the equation. But it was plain old adding insult to injury when Naruto's presence was mentioned at all. In the end Naruto was an impossibility, a body with a soul and a half. It was only logical that an impossible existence, would do the impossible.

Right?

Of course the guy hadn't known that the Marquis would barge in right in the middle of explanation of the ritual and why he was doing who knows what with the spear. The brown haired woman couldn't actually tell him much of anything at that point because as she put in her ever so eloquent way.

"I wasn't paying attention."

The blond let a full blown grin envelope his face, a few beams of light catching his worn gold hair and his Blue eyes sparkling mischievously. Don't give him that look, you imagine the ever so strict girl in your classroom openly admitting that she didn't pay attention to a teacher with a blank face, and a slight blush on her cheeks! It was like something from Manga for god's sake!

He shook himself from such thoughts, it wasn't the time to laugh at the strict girl. No at the moment he was going to practice the only spell he knew. It was called instruction magic, and strangely enough he was taught by Voban of all people. The 1st king was actually a really good teacher, when it came to magic at least.

Of course the man only taught it to blond because he didn't want to waste time filling him on everything he was missing. 'Crazy Old bastard!' The emerald wearing blond cursed. Learning instruction magic was quite helpful, as it meant that any information he learned through the magic was engraved into his mind, permanently.

Having the spell cast on him would have limited the spell, as even though Campione's magic resistance didn't have much of an effect on things ingested didn't mean it didn't have an effect. As the only way to cast the spell on a campione would be to kiss, the spell would get through just barely, but the information would only be temporary.

Of course normal people couldn't use the spell much without risking brain damage, but thanks to being a campione he could literally use the spell all day long with no trouble… well he'd get a headache but that was it. 'We campione are rather Over Powered aren't we?' he said sweat dropping as he realized the possibilities of just this one spell if used correctly. It was just plain common sense that he would be abusing the shit out of the spell to.

He was an avid follower of using everything at his disposal after all… when he wasn't being lazy that is. *Thunk*

"...Ow" he complained, holding his nose in pain. Blue eyes flaring with utter hatred at the wall he'd run into, far too lost in thought to even notice the wall existed beforehand. Naruto sighed, moving away from the wall and towards his actual destination. He couldn't find it in himself to work up enough irritation to distract himself from his goal.

The kusanagi Idly trailed his hand against the wall as he walked, only the sound of his feet beating against the wooden floors. Other than his new ability to engrave information directly into his grey matter, nothing that could be considered interesting had happened. A warm bubbly feeling however forced him to retract that statement.

It was a warm homey feeling-like he'd just been hugged by mother…- that welled up in his chest. Begging to be released, to be let out of it's cage… It was such a pleasant feeling that he couldn't stop himself as he pulled on the emotion-the power that was now resting in his chest. The strange Tattoo surfaced on his left hand as he put his arm out-palm up. A ball of pure white fire appeared in his hand, Glowing with heat as it radiated warmth.

Unnoticed to Naruto his Irises had become similar to that of a cinder. That is to say coal black with veins of fire webbing his eyes. Longing to consume all that was around them. The fire slinked its way down his arm, spreading all over his body-wreathing his body in pure white flames, as it flickered back in forth as if pushed by a non-existent wind. However even as it covered him, spreading over the floor, attaching itself to the expensive carpet. Even as it creeped up the walls and covered the ceiling… nothing was burned.

Naruto could feel the fire, as it licked longingly at his surroundings. The flames were treating this entire situation, as if they were children-their faces pushed up against the glass of a display case, of an ice cream shop. Pouting in a cute fashion as they asked if they were allowed to have some. The symbol for fire glowing a hot red on the back of his hand.

'So this is the [Elemental Serpents] Authority' he thought idly as he commanded the flames to disperse. Even as the unnoticed burning sensation faded from the back of his left hand, the red glow disappearing with it. He could still feel the authority ever so subtly trying to coax him into using the authorities other abilities. To dive in and turn into something beyond human, to become the beast.

He could tell it wasn't doing it out of any malicious meaning, no the authority was closer to a very needy animal. Like a dog begging to be played with, or a cat rubbing up against your leg, it was just trying to catch his attention.

Lost in thought the blond continued on, navigating the many halls of the shrine. An idle glance told him the Tattoo had resurfaced, as he commanded it to disappear. Responding it sunk back into his skin once more. Random thoughts still hazing his mind, his feet moving with a mind of their own.

It was however the feeling of a cold wind brushing his skin that knocked him from his mind.

"Uh… this isn't the Library."

Alexandra sighed, her eyes trailing her Italian companion as she worked the crowd. Or at least that was the Swedish Native's opinion.

The Diavolo rosso in all but name, was currently acting the part of young child cheering up the wounded people who had yet to be brought to the hospital. Her blue eyes sparkling with something most would mistake for innocence, and kindness. Not that the girl wasn't kind or innocent in her own way, it was just that at the moment both emotion were a mere act.

What the sparkle represented wasn't a child's innocence, it was much closer to that of an actor appreciating their own talent. The girl wasn't here to be a kind person, she was here to leave a lasting impression. Erica Blandelli was here to implant the idea that the [Copper Black Cross] was an ally. A trusted organization that was willing to do whatever possible to help.

Alexandra had no doubt that Erica held just as much distaste for what she was doing, as Alexandra did. But it wasn't the girl's choice, she had no say in this matter. You could even say it was a test for the younger girl, as Alexandra doubted that the prideful girl had lied when she said her "Papa" had thought it would be good for her.

She was also quite sure that the girl wasn't here on just the [Copper Black Cross]'s behalf. Of course she could go on for hours if she wanted to list all the different reason the girl could have for coming to Sweden, but that was the only one she was sure of.

The brown haired girl groaned into her hands as she rubbed her aching head. 'All I wanted was a day to relax after witnessing a god descend, but No!' she drawled in her mind sarcastically 'I had to run into the youngest Devil King, just on time to watch Audrey to break down!' She thought in annoyance 'Don't even get me started on the headache all of his questions gave me, but of course the annoying blandelli had to show up just as it was fading!'

The girl who had been making rather enthusiastic gestures sighed, as her shoulder dropped like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Pulling her knees up to her chest the brown haired girl rested her head on them. She wasn't quite sure when she'd sat down on the bench overlooking the mass of people looking for medical attention, but it was welcome none the less.

Resting up against the wooden backrest, she released a yawn. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out her phone, flipping it open her eyes shot open as she realized she hadn't slept in well over twenty for hours. An overwhelming dreary sensation overwhelmed her, as her body molded itself into the bench. She knew it wasn't the smartest thing to fall asleep outside in the middle of winter, her eyes drooping slightly. 'Maybe it would be fine?' was the traitorous thought that shut her eyes completely, 'Just this once.' a cold wind flowed over her skin as the black consumed her.

The last thing she heard as her mind exited the world of the conscious, was mixed with confusion and no small amount of exasperation.

"This isn't the Library…"

Erica Blandelli was absolutely sure of one thing as she gave an innocent smile to an old man as he carted into an ambulance.

Her face hurt.

She hadn't even been here for more than two hours and she was sure she had smiled, more times in the last ten minutes then she had in her entire life beforehand. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, hell normally she would congratulate herself for doing something like that. But the problem was that every single smile-Innocent, mischievous, or superior they all shared one thing, they were fake.

So fake that wasn't sure how any of the people here had bought the act.

Don't get her meaning wrong, the blandelli was quite sympathetic to the people here. A heretic god descending was quite a horrible event, and she most assuredly felt for the people affected. If she wasn't here on an assignment she would have ended up helping anyway.

But she was sent here to leave a lasting impression of helpfulness, and innocents. Meaning she couldn't act like her normal haughty self. As a result she couldn't express herself in her usual manner which resulted in everything she did, being at least somewhat fake. To be honest she absolutely loathed this mission. Sure there was the secondary mission of scoping out potential mages, after all it wasn't uncommon to find normal people had become at least potential mages after the decent of a heretical god.

She shivered as the cold air brushed up against her. In all honesty she had no idea how Alexandra could be outside in nothing but a suit. Even with her heavy duty winter gear the crimson girl could feel the cold bite into her body like a rabid wolf... when had she become poetic?

"This isn't the Library…"

Erica Blinked at the absurdity contained in that one sentence. Her eyes found the source of the sentence almost against her will.

It turned out to be a boy around her age-probably a year or so older- dressed in a emerald green coat that went down to his thighs, black pants and a white shirt along, with a flat top, round green hat atop his head as he blinked, looking at his surroundings.

Only to pause as his eyes found the form of Alexandra Olsson, curled up in a ball on a bench. Erica watched as the boy tilted his head in a manner similar to that of a cat-or maybe a fox?- as he walked towards the girl. The golden blond girl had hold back a chuckle as the boy poked at Alexandra.

"Alexandra?" He poked her head "You their?" another barrage of pokes were sent at the sleeping Olsson. "Earth To Alexandra?" Before the boy let loose a sigh "and… she's dead to the world." the boy shoulders fell as he groaned much to Erica's amusement. "I'm going to have to carry her inside aren't I?" The boy mock cried as he mumbled to himself. "What is with me carrying girls today? Is it like my calling card or something?" he mumbled hopelessly "Maybe it's the theme of the day?" he wondered, trying to figure out just why he had to be the one to carry her.

Erica withheld a snort as she moved to follow the boy.

'This should be interesting.'