A/N: Well, I'm betting nobody expected me to pull this sort of fic out, eh?
In truth I originally wrote this way back in 2018, and it was only when I was browsing through some of my older works that I rediscovered it and deemed it able to be refurbished and posted, helped by the fact I had the foresight to make a detailed file of what I was planning on doing with the fic, allowing me to pick up where I left off.
Five chapters were written, and I'm halfway done with the sixth chapter at the time of posting this, with roughly a ten-day interlude between chapters uploaded. No guarantee that I'll see this fic to its completion, but I thought it better to actually have this posted so some may enjoy it, rather than just leaving it to collect dust in a folder somewhere.
One thing I should note is that this is a primarily a Highschool DXD fic, with elements and characters from Fate/series. So yes to DXD timeline and powers, no to Magic Circuits and Reverse Side of the World, etc. etc. Some concepts might be merged if there's some overlap between fandoms, too.
All that said, I hope this first chapter at least piques your attention~ Enjoy~
Beyond Mortality
Chapter 1: To Your Aid
''Ugh... I have the worst luck...''
Sunlight shone down upon one nondescript street, the warm orange hue casting itself over Kuoh. Issei Hyoudou stood, leaning against a railing overlooking the road below. School had let out not long ago and he was putting off returning home for the time being; quietly enjoying the serenity instead. It didn't hurt that he was in a bit of a self-depreciating mood too, especially after failing to get a peep at the Kendo Club due to Matsuda and Motohama hogging the spot.
'It's not my fault I just wanted a peek at their breasts...' Issei lamented, a cloud hanging over him. 'So cruel-'
He was suddenly overcome with a feeling of dread, sending a chill straight up his spine. It was like in a game where the main character was hit by killing intent; a sudden, invisible pressure that felt almost physical. Issei glanced around, mildly disturbed by the feeling, only to find that he was the only one on the street minus some passing cars... and a lone dark-haired girl that was steadily approaching him.
She was pretty, that he noticed immediately. She was wearing an unfamiliar school uniform, with a dark red jacket with a golden 'P' embroidered on it. Her green skirt fluttered in the gentle breeze as she walked and her raven hair swaying with the wind. What caught his attention the most though was that the uniform, despite being relatively conservative, did little to hide the curvy figure that laid beneath. Her violet eyes too enamoured him, so gentle and kind it was almost foreign.
Yet despite that all, there was a strange, nagging sensation in the back of his mind. Something that told him she wasn't what she seemed, like she was a snake in the grass. It was a strange feeling, but with every step closer she got the feeling increased, his very soul seemingly warning him about her. He had never felt anything like it before, even when facing down pissed-off Kendo Club members. However he dismissed the feeling, writing it off as nerves, before turning to face the girl.
It was probably nothing.
''Um, are you Issei Hyoudou?'' The girl asked shyly, hands wringing nervously.
''Y-Yeah, that's me.'' Issei nodded, uncertain and surprised that a girl had actually approached him. Without giving him a disgusted look, that is.
Her expression brightened, smiling shyly and eyes glistening with hope. ''Are you, um... seeing anyone?''
He blinked in surprise, shaking his head no.
''U-Um...'' She suddenly bowed. ''P-Please go out with me!''
'...eh?'
X-x-X
Despite his earlier feeling of dread, he accepted Yuuma's request. She didn't seem to attend Kuoh Academy, meaning she had little knowledge of his perverse habits. With that in mind, he went into the date with the best effort he could muster. He clamped down on his perversity to near-zero. He wore his best clothes, even going as far to spray on some cologne. He looked up dating tips on the internet and planned out the date meticulously, going over the plan several times.
And it worked. Yuuma looked like she genuinely enjoyed the date. He enjoyed it too, mostly due to her reactions – and, as sappy as it sounded, he was happy when she was. The feeling of unease hadn't left but he kept it out of his mind, squashing it and dismissing it as his nerves.
They eventually moved to a nearby park, the sky a pretty hue of orange and purple, matching her name rather aptly. They chatted idly, and he blushed every time her hand brushed against his own delicately, every laugh she made at his dumb jokes. The park was entirely empty aside from them, giving it a serene feeling, one that made him relax almost instinctively. His worry was for nothing.
Yuuma skipped ahead of him, doing a twirl as she came to a stop in front of the fountain. ''I had a lot of fun today, Ise-kun.''
Issei cheered internally, knowing he did a good job. Externally though he kept a cool face. ''Yeah. I did too, Yuuma-chan.''
She seemed just as glad as he felt. ''Hey, Ise-kun...''
''Yes?''
''There's something I want to do, for our first date. Can you listen to my wish?''
She said it so cutely, with a tilt of the head and an innocent smile. It was hard not to blush at the sight.
''S-Sure thing, Y-Yuuma-chan.''
Yuuma leaned closer to him, and he felt like he would get a nosebleed as his mind realised what was about to-
''Will you die for me?''
…
''Eh?''
All of a sudden, his instincts seemed to scream at him, the uneasiness from before multiplying tenfold as fear lanced down his spine. Yuuma pulled back slightly, her smile turning cold as a pair of black wings sprouted from her back. In her right hand came a fuzzy pink light, rapidly forming into a spear of goddamn solid light.
MOVE. His instincts demanded.
He took the hint, throwing himself to the side just as he heard a low buzzing hiss, like live electricity, pass by where he had stood mere moments before. As he hit the grass with a grunt his eyes flickered back to where he had stood, eyes dilating in fear. The spear was thrust right where his torso had been – where his heart had been. It would've killed him without a doubt.
''Oh?'' Yuuma seemed mildly surprised, and heavily amused. ''You managed to dodge? Impressive. Most idiots would just freeze up upon seeing death approaching. No doubt your Sacred Gear has something to do with it.''
'Sacred Gear?' Issei thought in confusion, but couldn't find his voice to verbalise it.
He saw her turn, pulling the spear back as if to thrust it again, and he panicked and crawled back. The reaction made her laugh – not a light, pretty laugh, but instead something much darker, more malicious. In the back of his mind he realised it was probably pitiful to try and crawl away from someone who had wings, but he didn't exactly have any other option in that instant.
Yuuma apparently noticed that, smirking haughtily. ''Fufu... I'm feeling generous, Ise-kun... I'll give you thirty seconds to run.''
He didn't move, frozen.
''Thirty.'' Yuuma said with a wide, vicious smile. ''Twenty nine... twenty eight...''
When it was clear she was serious he managed to find the strength to move, turning tail and bolting away from her. He didn't dare look over his shoulder, running as fast as his legs would carry him. Trees blurred past him as he weaved through the sparse brush, hope igniting in his chest at the sight of the park exit – that was, until he ran face-first into an invisible barrier. He stumbled back, nearly falling on his ass and clutching his sore nose.
''Twenty, nineteen...''
'I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die...'
He pounded his fists against the barrier, doing little else than create a low gong-like sound. Despite looking almost like glass it was as hard as stone. He looked around for an exit, and his heart sank when none appeared.
''Thirteen, Twelve...''
He dared to glance over his shoulder, shrinking back when he saw his former girlfriend walking towards him with ominous slowness, smirking widely. Every footstep was echoed by the timer ticking down by a second.
Issei gulped, backing up until his back hit the barrier. Yuuma stopped short of a dozen feet away, a pink spear of light in hand.
'I don't wanna die!'
''Five.'' She grinned wider when he didn't move, paralysed. ''Four, three, two...''
She pulled her arm back, tip of the spear facing him.
''One.''
The spear flew.
'I DON'T WANNA DIE!'
An explosion of golden energy suddenly erupted between them, engulfing the duo and shrieking into the sky, creating a spire of gold. It kicked up a gust of strong wind, uprooted nearby trees and tore park benches from their emplacements. The spire of energy was so potent it instantly shattered the barrier, piercing high into the starry heavens above. Slowly it died down, shrinking down before fizzling out into wisps of gold, fading away into nothing.
Issei blinked dazedly, eyes completely unharmed despite the bright light in front of him. Instead, his eyes landed on the person standing amongst the wisps. It was a young woman, with golden-blonde hair that fell in a braid down her back, her heart-shaped face composed and eyes closed. The dark blue garment she wore fluttered in the wind, the chains attached to her choker jingling. The silver metal of her gauntlets and armour reflected the golden wisps around her, giving her an almost ethereal glow, the light too reflected by the sword sheathed at her hip; intricate and clearly of the best quality.
Her eyes flickered open, revealing them to be a deep blue that almost seemed amethyst. For a moment they seemed to stare at nothing – before suddenly they honed in on Yuuma, who stood barely a dozen feet away. His former girlfriend's arms were scorched and part of her fringe burnt off and smoking, as if a fire had gone up in her face.
''I will not allow you to harm my Master.'' The young woman stated simply, but with an undercurrent of confident resolve.
Yuuma's face twisted in a grimace, her wings extending. ''Tch... guess you get to live, boy. No point in me hanging around when Devils will be crawling over this place in minutes.''
The unnamed young woman did nothing as Yuuma took to the skies, turning tail and flying away, her wings flapping audibly. Only when she was barely a dot in the distance did she turn towards Issei, and he was struck by how angelic she looked. Even with a serious look on her face she looked cute.
''Master... we should leave. If what she said was true, we do not wish to linger for long.''
Issei shifted, shaking his head to get rid of the lingering emotions clogging up his head. ''Y-Yeah... but... who are you?''
The young woman blinked, before she smiled.
''Jeanne d'Arc. A pleasure to meet you, Master.''
X-x-X
Had he known how his day would turn out, he wouldn't have gotten out of bed that morning.
Issei sighed, leaning further back into his pillow. His alarm read three in the morning, but he couldn't sleep. How could he, after his girlfriend suddenly became an evil angel and tried to kill him? Then there was the whole 'Sacred Gear' phrase that kept coming to mind, like it was important somehow. And of course, the main topic that remained stuck in his head; Jeanne.
After they left the park he went home, Jeanne evaporating into the same golden energy that she formed from and promising to speak with him later. When he had reached his house his parents had greeted him casually, asking how Motohama and Matsuda had been. They had thought he was hanging out with them, despite him remembering – very clearly – their excited reactions to him going on a date. They had been positively ecstatic, but now acted like it never happened. As if they had forgotten it ever happened.
He raised his left hand, staring at the back of it. On it was the tattoo of a cup in red – specifically, a goblet. He didn't know when it had appeared, only noticing it shortly after arriving home, and he couldn't wash it off. What also caught his notice was on his wrist, slightly beneath the goblet, was a flag. It was in gold and no features could be ascertained, only the silhouette of a flag. For reasons he didn't even fathom, it reminded him of Jeanne.
'Jeanne d'Arc...' He mused quietly. While they only spoke for a short time, she had left a memorable impression.
Suddenly the flag tattoo glowed gold, making him sit up in surprise. The glow brightened gradually until an arc abruptly shot out, striking the floor next to his bed before a flash of gold burst to life, fizzling out after less than a second... and revealing Jeanne standing there.
After a moment her eyes opened, and she gave him a faint smile. ''You called, Master?''
Issei stared for a solid three seconds, before he sighed. He was too tired for this. ''How are you in my room?''
Jeanne smiled, nodding to herself. ''I suppose this will take some explaining. How much do you know about mythology?''
He blinked, scratching his head. ''Um, not too much outside of Shintoism...''
The blonde beauty nodded, expecting this. ''Then I will keep it simple. Every mythology out there exists.''
''...come again?''
''Angels, Devils, European Monsters, Youkai... they all exist.'' Jeanne explained. ''This also includes artifacts and legendary weapons. Amongst them is an artifact known as the Holy Grail, which is capable of tapping into the fundamentals of life itself through it's connection to Gaia, the primordial goddess of Earth.''
Issei frowned, nodding slowly. ''Alright... and what does this have to do with you?''
''You have the Holy Grail inside you.'' Jeanne said simply. ''And one of the abilities of your Holy Grail, is to manifest heroes of the past, who were exempt from their respective afterlives due to Gaia's influence. I am one such Heroic Spirit.''
Issei looked down at his hand, where the goblet and flag symbols remained. ''And these?''
''The goblet represents the Holy Grail, and the flag represents me. It is proof of your 'contract' with me, to allow you to summon me into the physical realm.'' Jeanne elaborated. ''By extension, that means you're my Master.''
Lewd ideas quickly filled his mind and it must've shown on his face, as she blushed faintly and looked away. ''I-Is there anything else you needed?''
He blinked, taking a moment to reorganise his thoughts before he spoke. ''Yeah... what was Yuuma-chan?''
Jeanne paused, also taking a moment. ''She... was a Fallen Angel, I believe. An Angel who has strayed from God's guiding hand and given into sin. She most likely saw you as a threat due to your Sacred Gear as she claimed, and sought to eliminate you.''
The confirmation stung, but it wasn't like he didn't know she tried to kill him. She wasn't exactly subtle about it. At least in the end.
Issei nodded, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair. ''I see... thanks for telling me, Jeanne-san. I'll... talk to you tomorrow?''
Jeanne smiled, inclining her head. ''Mm. I'll be waiting, Master.''
The moment she finished her body glowed gold before fading away like a dying fire, dissipating into nothing.
X-x-X
Morning came faster than he'd liked.
He didn't get to sleep until half three and woke at seven in the morning, and reluctantly headed off to school. He went through the motions that felt painfully normal, but it was hard to enjoy his usual activities when his mind was caught up in the previous day's events. He didn't even bother peeping on the Kendo Club, despite having ample opportunity to do so with Matsuda and Motohama off sick. He just felt... lost.
Issei sighed, running a hand through his hair as he made it back home, idly greeting his parents as he slid his shoes off. He still remembered how easily Yuuma could've killed him, had she not decided to toy with him. Jeanne said it was because she considered him a threat, but if that was true then why did he nearly die, unable to even run away? If he was such a threat, then why did he feel like an ant before a lion?
If he was such a threat, why did he feel so useless?
Tossing his school bag to the the floor he collapsed onto his bed with an explosive sigh. After a few minutes he raised his right hand, focusing on the flag tattoo and thinking of Jeanne's pretty face. Moments later the flag glowed gold, before an electrical arc struck the ground next to him, Jeanne reforming from it.
''You called, Master?'' Jeanne smiled in greeting.
Issei nodded, sitting up. ''Yeah... I wanted to know if there's a way I can get stronger.''
The blonde woman looked thoughtful, taking a few moments to think. ''Well, logically it would be prudent to unlock your Sacred Gear, and to train your body to both be stronger, so it can handle the power of the Holy Grail and your Sacred Gear.''
He scratched his head, nodding to show he understood. ''Alright... so, how? Just like regular exercise or...?''
''That could work, albeit very slowly.'' Jeanne replied. ''Alternatively, I could give you lessons?''
Issei blinked at the question, looking Jeanne over a second time, taking note of the armour and sword in particular. He had thought it was just part of her outfit, but now that he thought about it he realised it was a tad strange.
''Were you a knight or something?'' He felt compelled to ask.
Jeanne smiled, though it was a touch distant. ''Of a sorts, I suppose.''
They lapsed into silence, and Issei spoke before it could get awkward. ''Uh... sure then, if you want to.''
''Then I'll see you then, Master.''
With a flash of golden light, he was left alone once more.
X-x-X
After dinner he scrounged up an excuse to his parents before leaving, heading towards the empty industrial buildings south of town. Given it was nearly seven at night there was very few people around, the sky a beautiful orange hue that faded to purple. It reminded him of the night Yuuma tried to kill him.
Manifesting Jeanne with a thought, Issei turned to her. ''So, what now?''
The braided woman only smiled. ''Let's try something easy first, how about... fifty laps around the area?''
Issei gawked. ''F-F-FIFTY?!''
''Is that not enough?'' Jeanne tilted her head thoughtfully. ''Maybe seventy? A hundred? I don't think you're ready for a thousand yet...''
''I mean it's too much!'' He interrupted, waving his hands frantically.
Jeanne blinked, as if that had truly not occurred to her. ''Oh... let's start with five then.''
Five still seemed like overdoing it, especially considering how large the industrial area was – easily a tenth the size of Kuoh. He could probably do it once, twice if he pushed it, but five times? That was still too much. But he kept his mouth shut. The fact she started with fifty meant she thought that was the standard, and he didn't want to disappoint her. So he'd give it his best shot.
…
They started off at a fast jog, and his earlier predictions were correct. Barely after the second lap he was exhausted, though he kept on moving at Jeanne's encouragement. For once his perversion was actually helping.
''Almost there, Master!''
Issei bobbed his head weakly, panting like a dog as he forced himself to keep pace with the busty blonde woman, his eyes frequently glancing at her bouncing boobs as she ran. They were easily the size of Rias Gremory's, if not slightly bigger. It also didn't escape his notice that despite running the same length as him, she hadn't even broken a sweat, looking like for all intents and purposes that this was just a leisurely stroll for her.
With Jeanne's encouragement he made it to the end of his third lap, a considerable achievement given it was probably the farthest he'd ever run. The moment she notified him that they'd passed the third lap though he all but collapsed, hitting the dirt with a groan of relief. This was how he died. He was certain.
''Hm? Are you alright, Master?''
Issei grunted, rolling onto his back to see Jeanne hovering over him, looking caught between concern and mild amusement.
''I-I'm... a-alright... haah...'' He wheezed, chest rising and falling rapidly.
''I guess we'll start slow then.'' She said with an embarrassed smile. Whether because of his performance, or the fact she put him through it, he didn't know.
''I'd... like that...''
It took him nearly ten minutes to gather himself, Jeanne waiting patiently the entire time. He actually felt a little bad for not being able to meet her standards. She looked a few years older than him at most, yet could do fifty goddamn laps with the sort of ease someone would make a coffee. Then again she was a 'Heroic Spirit', so maybe she was just more durable than him. The thought made him feel marginally better.
Abruptly he felt something. It was slight, indescribable even. Like a chilly wind suddenly blew past him. The hairs on his neck stood up and his body instinctively tensed, the feeling not unlike being watched by a predator. He wasn't alone in that feeling – Jeanne suddenly stiffened, straightening up and scanning the area around them with the kind of vigilance one might expect from a trained soldier.
''What... is that?'' Issei asked quietly, shivering from the feeling.
Jeanne's expression was serious. ''A Demon.''
She didn't elaborate further, and he realised why a moment later. The feeling was getting stronger... as if it was approaching them.
He saw it a moment later, exiting from one of the nearby warehouses. At first all he saw was an attractive woman – long black hair, grey eyes, nice tits and a bewitching smile. However as she came under the evening sunlight, any attractiveness died a swift death. Her skin was a shade of pale green, her nails were long and sharp and she didn't have any legs to speak of – instead, she was like a centaur, albeit with a snake for a tail. The 'hooves' were instead hands with red nails, matching the ones on her actual hands.
''Kukuku... two humans. Such a sweet and soft texture. Will you taste like the others, or better?''
The 'Demon' said it with such alluring confidence, like a seductress. He probably would've fallen for it had it not been for the whole... y'know, centaur part.
Jeanne stepped between him and the 'Demon', face stony as she held her hand out to the side. He watched as golden light gathered in her open palm, condensing into a tall rod of light. Like embers from a fire the light disintegrated into particles, revealing the shaft of a pole, a flag attached to it. A battle-standard, like the ones armies and flag-bearers used in the past.
''Stand back, Master.'' Jeanne requested and he readily complied, taking several steps back.
''So the food can fight... just as I like it!'' The 'Demon' grinned widely, bewitching features twisting into an intimidating grin.
Jeanne seemed unperturbed by the expression. ''What is your name, Demon?''
''Viser.''
''I see. Then, Viser... I will send you to be judged by the Lord.''
Then she was moving. Breaking out in a sprint that rivalled if not surpassed the greatest runners alive, she covered the distance in seconds, raising her battle-standard and sweeping the sharp tip in a swift line. Viser attempted to block it with her arm...
...and said arm was cleanly cut off at the elbow.
''Grk!'' The 'Demon' grunted in surprise, clearly not expecting it to bypass her defence so easily.
Jeanne showed no reaction, face stony as she spun the battle standard around before thrusting it out like a spear, intent on piercing the 'Demon' through the chest. Viser managed to pull back at the last moment however, instead earning a deep gash between her breasts. Green-coloured blood spewed out, hitting the floor and hissing, melting the concrete and dirt away like acid.
However Jeanne was already moving, landing in a crouch behind the 'Demon' before kicking off with enough speed to create a dust cloud behind her. Viser turned, rearing up on her hind legs and kicking out, but Jeanne merely side-stepped the attack and lunged, the tip of her battle-standard carving a long gash along Viser's centaur-esque body that spewed acidic blood harmlessly over her. She skidded to a stop in front of the 'Demon', pausing for barely a second before lunging, and this time her spear struck true – piercing straight through Viser's chest.
The Heroic Spirit pulled her battle-standard out promptly, kicking off of Viser's chest and landing on the ground, guard still raised.
''D-Damn you...''
Yet despite having a hole in her chest, Viser was still very much alive. Gravely wounded, but alive.
''How...?'' Issei muttered unconsciously, staring in disbelief.
''She is a Demon.'' Jeanne replied simply, not taking her eyes off her opponent. ''While that wound is most likely fatal, it is not immediate. Demons are known for their tenacity and berserker-like tendencies when grievously injured.''
Idly Issei nodded, his eyes flickering back to Viser. The 'Demon' stood on shaky legs, the long gash on her side bleeding profusely. Quiet, unsettling murmurs slipped past her lips as she talked to herself like a crazy person, one hand clawing at the hole in her chest, acidic blood leaking out of it and burning her own chest and stomach. Yet she showed no reaction to it.
''You...'' Viser suddenly muttered, more loudly than her other murmurs. ''You... you... you wench!''
Her head snapped up, her skin tearing and jaw unhinging. Countless teeth sprouted from her gums, uneven and razor-sharp like a shark's mouth. She lunged at Jeanne with frightening speed, covering over a dozen metres in seconds, clawed hands raised to crush the blonde spirit.
She never reached her target.
The tip of Jeanne's battle-standard pierced through Viser's partially-deformed skull, the young woman standing on Viser's shoulders and weapon pointed down, piercing straight through Viser's head and neck. She had moved with such speed the 'Demon' couldn't even track it. Nobody besides Jeanne herself could've tracked it.
''...wen... ch...''
Viser's choked curse was the last thing she ever said before her whole body went limp, collapsing in a heap. Jeanne hopped off it, sparing it one last stare to make sure the 'Demon' was dead, before turning back to Issei, who watched with awe-filled eyes.
''Demons are to be eliminated, no matter the cost, Master. They bring nothing but suffering to the innocent.'' Jeanne lectured, her battle-standard disappearing into wisps of golden light as she approached him. ''Now, we should leave. I'm certain our short battle risked drawing unwanted attention.''
Issei only nodded dumbly, following after his partner as they left the scene.
X-x-X
Barely half an hour later, four figures stood in the outskirts of the industrial district, the deceased body of Viser laid before them.
''...it doesn't make sense.'' Rias Gremory, heiress of the Gremory family, frowned. ''Sona said she would leave Viser to us, and none of her Peerage are bold enough to go against her word, nor have the strength...''
Akeno Himejima, her Queen, hummed lightly. ''A Sacred Gear user?''
''No.'' Rias denied instantly, gazing around the area. There was minimal signs of fighting beyond a few small craters and holes, most of them matching Viser's footprints. ''Viser was a Mid-class Devil, no normal Sacred Gear user would be able to take her down.''
Not unless they were experienced, and that would bring up the prospect of how she or Sona hadn't noticed them thus far.
''Unless... they're a Longinus user.'' Akeno reminded, smiling playfully.
Rias' eyes gleamed with interest. Yes, that's a possibility. That one boy, Issei Hyoudou, who had the Fallen Angel ask him on a date, had an unusually strong signature rivalling if not surpassing Saji – Sona's newest Pawn and wielder of one of Vritra's Sacred Gears. However nothing came of the date and Hyoudou showed up the next day unharmed, so she assumed the Fallen had either aborted her plan, or that she was mistaken about his Sacred Gear. True, he could possibility be an ally of the Fallen or even convinced her not to kill him, but the possibility was unlikely.
However, the ambient energies in the air had a faint, but still present Holy nature to them. The kind not able to be generated by a Fallen Angel, but only by an Angel or member of the Church... which led to the question, who was responsible?
After a moment of indecision, Rias sighed. ''Koneko, tail Issei Hyoudou tomorrow. See if you can find out anything.''
''Hai, Buchou.'' The white-haired Rook nodded firmly.
As Akeno destroyed Viser's body with magic, Rias turned her gaze to the setting sun.
'Issei Hyoudou... how did you survive that Fallen? And whose side are you on?'
[END]
A/N: So, thoughts on the first chapter?
As mentioned before there's some merging of concepts, such as the Holy Grail/Sephiroth Graal being being the DXD Holy Grail rather than the Fate/series Grail, but with a couple tweaks~
Jeanne will also be his first summon, but far from the last~ Wonder who else might be manifested~
See you in Chapter 2: Dancing With Devils~