Chapter 3

Author's Note: I decided to try and add Japanese honorifics where applicable. However it has been many years since I studied Japanese so if I made a mistake please feel free to shoot me a PM telling me what I did wrong. Or if you want me to drop the honorifics all together. The reason that this hasn't come up in earlier chapters is because Cornelia and Leo were not in Japan and Japanese is not their native language so they didn't bother adding any honorifics, and also because they're so close they forgo it with each other.

Waking up the next day tired and sore but blissfully happy Leo headed towards the kitchens. Cornelia had the hunger of a succubus and he made it a point to make sure that she was always the first one to fall asleep sated. The morning after their romp, he did what he always did; preparing a massive feast that would be needed for him to regain all the strength and energy he had used the previous night.

Multi-egg omelets, toast with various jams and jellies, bacon, sausage cheese and pots of coffee and tea were laid out on the table just in time for Cornelia to descend from the room. She was au naturale and absolutely glowing, a smile on her face as they tucked into the meal.

"We need to be in Kuoh later today to take care of our transfer paperwork." He said sipping his coffee.

"Don't you remember the 8 hour time difference?" She asked with a raised brow. "We need to leave in a few minutes in order to make it on time. Japanese schools let out at 3 and we need to be there."

"I forgot about that." He answered getting up to prepare himself for the intercontinental travel. "Is all you stuff packed?"

She waved a hand over her head, donning the same maroon clothes that she had worn yesterday. Of course it wasn't the same set, but one of the dozen or so that she had. "Everything that I need is ready, and I left a message with the front desk to make sure to keep the room ready in case we need it again."

"Excellent." Then wrapping an arm around her he placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "What would I ever do without you?"

"Probably be stuck floating around the Dimensional Gap, lost with only Great Red for company, after an accidental teleportation."

"You know me so well." He grinned. "How much time do we have before we have to teleport?"

"Half an hour, why?"

"Because I plan on taking advantage of the time we have together. You know that once we make our public appearance at Kuoh we're going to be absolutely swarmed by people. You for your peerless beauty and me because well it's me."

"You ass." She swatted his arm. "You're lucky that modesty isn't what drew me to you."

"No it's everything else." He growled, burying his face into her neck and gently biting her.

Yipping in surprise she knocked them over, her on top straddling his waist as she pinned his arms above her head. "What are you going to do now?" She smirked, moving so that she was just outside of range of his kisses.

"You tease." He grumbled, seeing the devilish smile on her face.

"You love me for it." Their lips met in the middle, a passionate kiss that they knew that they wouldn't be able to share in public once they reached Japan.

They both wore masks for a reason, and they'd be donning them once more.

For now though they basked in each other's presence, feeding off and bolstering each other's strength. It was the simple things that showed each other how much they cared; the gentle embrace of Leo as he softly stroked her silken hair, Cornelia relaxing in his embrace her breath slowing as she listened to his heart.

"We need to go." Cornelia said sadly, getting up and holding out her hand.

He took it and wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her tightly. "Do you have the address that Azazel provided?"

She nodded, and he looked her in the eyes. Carefully extending a mental probe he shivered as her alien mind met his and he attained the knowledge needed to teleport them properly. A magic circle appeared beneath them, runes glowing with arcane might as he calculated everything from altitude differential, distance, the speed need to arrive in an instant, spells necessary to prevent the massive damage that reduce them to a pancake that came with inertia. All the information flooded his brain and it was only after practice and being able to access the entire accumulated knowledge of his mother and her family that he was able to teleport with pinpoint accuracy.

In a flash they traveled almost 10,000 kilometers that separated them from Azazel's house. Well house was an understatement as the entire thing was larger than some of the castles that he had seen in his time. How the man could have such a base in the middle of the Shinto Pantheon he didn't know, and it was only through the use of copious amounts of redirection wards that no one questioned why he didn't have neighbors and why no one paid taxes for the property. Even though he knew the truth of the matter he still had trouble believing that the massive property didn't arouse suspicion.

Rather than a Japanese mansion it was based on an American one specifically the Hearst Castle, albeit on a smaller scale. There was no way around it, it was simply too large for two people, thankfully though they had dozens of servants and familiars who took care of the mansion.

They arrived in the main living area and immediately went in search of Azazel's office where they were sure to find more information for their mission. The office was one you'd expect to see in a stereotypical rich house. The walls had ebony book cases pushed against them and about 12 feet high. There was a single fireplace to the side with a decorative mantle. A large ebony desk dominated the room and in front of it were two hard backed chairs, strategically placed for maximum psychological discomfort. To aid this the room was slightly sloped that a person who was sitting in the hard backed chairs would have to look up slightly to see the person behind the desk. It was all for intimidation purposes but he doubted it would work on any powerful supernatural creature.

"Take a look at this." Cornelia snorted pointing to a picture above the mantelpiece.

He couldn't help but laugh at the life size painting Azazel had commissioned of him posing heroically. With a wave of his hand the picture shifted to him being crushed under a female Fallen's heel. The woman radiated sexuality and power, her clothes though not as revealing as many of her Fallen brethren was skintight. Looking at her made one think of the darker aspects of pleasure and sex, the domination and submission, the mind numbing pleasure that made men and women putty in her hands. She had long dark purple hair, and a smirk as she sneered down at Azazel. A part of him had to resist the urge to kneel before the Fallen woman and call her mistress. This seductive woman that wouldn't have been out of place in a man's dreams wasn't in fact fictional, but the most powerful female Fallen of the Grigori, Penemue.

"Really?" Cornelia asked.

"I wouldn't put it past her to have done this before." Leo drawled, flicking his fingers a few more times to get the proportions right, and to make sure he got the look of devotion and submission just right on Azazel's face.

"I don't want to hear anything about her sex life or perverse fantasies you may have for her." Cornelia warned, gripping his ear painfully.

He smiled wincing at the pain. Penemue and her were close. Very close, and it disgusted her to imagine the woman as anything but the serious secretary that she acted like now. "We really should look around to see if Azazel left anything for us."

"No need." She said letting go of his ear and taking a folder off the desk. "Standard map of the area with hotspots marked down. The academy is a devil stronghold and the entire town is under their jurisdiction. He took the liberty of preparing uniforms for us, they're in our room, and submitting most of the paperwork."

"Did he leave profiles on the Grigori members that he assigned in town, as well as one on the target?"

She slid him over another folder. "Mittelt, Dohnaseek, Kalawarner, Raynare, were assigned to Hyoudou Issei to determine if he has a sacred gear that can be used. Orders are to observe and not to make contact unless he awakens the gear or he is approached by another faction."

"They were supposed to keep a low profile and not cause any trouble for the devils in the area." Leo read. "Hyoudou Issei, 17 years old 2nd year student at Kuoh Academy. Documented pervert with a lust that would make Asmodeus proud. Self-declared Harem King. Never had a girlfriend."

"He looks like an idiot." Cornelia said looking at the photo that came with the dossier. "Suspected gear, Mid-tier Longinus Boosted Gear?"

They both froze, rubbing their eyes to make sure that they weren't playing tricks on them. Looking again and seeing that the words didn't change, they both swore. "Shit."

"I'll contact Azazel and make sure that this information is correct." Cornelia said hurriedly pulling her phone out of her pocket.

"Make sure that the orders are observe and report, not eliminate." Leo said rubbing his temples in an attempt to calm the headache that was beginning to form. "I'm going to get in touch with Vali, ask her if she can be ready to intercede should the Boosted Gear awaken in a berserk state."

Pulling out his phone he sent the White Dragon Emperor a text telling her that they had located her rival and asking her to be ready in case the gear awakened and Hyoudou was unable to control Ddraig. He didn't expect a response from her right away as she would normally be on a mission or training but she should get his message shortly.

"Azazel said that the orders are correct. Observe and report. Eliminate if the host is unable to control."

Sighing Leo waved his hand, pulling out a decorative rosewood box. Inside was a hand crafted pistol modeled after the Thompson Center Encore. The entire thing was crafted from Uru metal, which he had to trade from the dwarves of Nidavellir, making it almost indestructible. He had chosen to use Uru instead of modern steel because Uru absorbed magic like a sponge, and he had carved hundreds of runes into the metal in order to allow it to fire the massive .700 NE cartridge. Recoil dampening, noise cancellation, runes to increase the metal's already legendary strength to prevent warping. The bullets it fired had to have the brass casings reinforced with magic as he hand loaded them quite hot. The bullets themselves were imbued with the concept of piercing allowing it to punch through any and all defenses, as well as anti-dragon. Vali certainly hadn't been laughing when he had shot her with one of these. Hopefully since it was able to make mincemeat of her scale mail it would be effective against a berserk Red Dragon Emperor.

If this didn't work, he could always fall back on the 20mm, but he really didn't want to fire that beast again.

Opening the action he selected a single bullet and looked it over carefully. His and Cornelia's life hung in the balance, so he would take the time to check the runes to make sure that whatever it hit wouldn't be getting up anytime soon after. Satisfied he loaded it into the pistol and closed the action, but didn't lower the hammer so that it was still safe.

Another wave of his hand and the entire thing disappeared, safe in his dimensional storage. "Let's head to Kuoh."

"Shouldn't we change?" She asked.

"No point, we're not students yet, and besides classes have already been let out for the day. Do you have your translation necklace?"

"Yup." Cornelia answered fishing a necklace with a single canine tooth on the end. The tooth had been taken from a Devil who had the gift of tongues and after a bit of manipulation allowed the wearer to speak any language.

"Do you think that Azazel left his car here?" Cornelia asked.

"Knowing him it's been gathering dust in the garage." Leo scoffed. This proved to be true when they turned on the light and saw a flashy metallic blue Mercedes SLS AMG Black series coupe covered in dust. "Heresy." Leo hissed running for the car, heartbroken at the lack of care that the Fallen Angel showed the vehicle. A quick spell later and the car was restored looking like it had just come from the factory.

"Do you even have license to drive in Japan?" Cornelia asked as the gull doors opened.

"We're magicians Lia." He answered shivering as the super car started up. "We don't need licenses."

She swore, reaching for the seatbelt, as he cackled madly gunning the engine. The car took off like a rocket, the G force shoving them against their seats. She should've never let Azazel, a cadre with inhuman reflexes who regularly ignored the speed limit, teach him how to drive. Leo relying on instinct, magic, and a lot of luck managed to avoid a fatal accident. The few times that a police officer tried to stop them he simply waved his hand without ever slowing down, casting a spell to make them forget ever seeing him.

Seeing Kuoh Academy's main gates he kicked the clutch into a power slide and ended up skidding to a perfect stop. "I hate you." Cornelia snarled, fixing her hair and clothes, her enhanced healing already healing the cuts in her palm from where she had clenched her fists too tightly as well as her slightly green complexion.

He shrugged, a smile plastered on his face. Nothing she could do would be able to remove it for a while. Fixing his expression into one of neutrality borderline apathy he opened the door and saw the crowd that had gathered around them. First off few people drove a car with an 8 digit price tag, secondly few students drove at all since the age to get a license was 18 and public transportation was good, and lastly no normal human drove like he did. The students of the academy had heard the roaring engine and rushed out to see what was making the noise.

The gull doors rose up, and he and Cornelia stepped out in sync. The male population instantly began to drool in her presence, before she fixed them with a stern glare that made them want to call her Queen. The female population was better as they stared at Leo like a lion would a wounded gazelle. Not that I can blame them. Cornelia thought to herself seeing the other women gazing at her lover. Leo was taller than just about everyone there, standing at just over 6 feet. He had shaggy silver hair gathered in a loose and low ponytail. His eyes were a cold blue, frostier than the tundras of the Jotunheim and if you looked into them for long enough you'd find yourself mesmerized. He was dressed in a finely made double breasted black jacket with silver trimming, black pants and polished black brogue shoes. Underneath the jacket he was wearing a grey vest, a white shirt and finally a blue cravat with thin gold running through it. He looked like the stereotypical noble, which he was raised as.

"What's going on here?" A voice asked. They both turned to see two young women approaching them, the crowd parting as they moved. The first and short of the duo was a young bespectacled woman with a slim figure. Her black hair was styled in a short bob cut and she had violet eyes. The taller of the two, and trailing three steps behind and to the right was another young woman with glasses. This one had long and straight black hair that fell to her knees. Her split bangs revealed heterochromatic eyes, the left being violet and the right being a light brown. Sona Sitri, high-class devil, and her Queen, Tsubaki Shinra.

"Everyone go back to your clubs." She commanded, dispersing the crowd though quite a few moved slowly to either ogle the pair of magicians, their car, or the two devils. "Who are you?" She demanded without any prelude.

"Leopold Aurelianus." Leo said curtly.

"Cornelia Hjördís." Cornelia answered, though nowhere near as coldly as Leo had. "We're transfer students from Germany. Our guardian told us to finish the paperwork."

"Aurelianus-san and Hjördís-san." Sona said thinking for a moment before nodding. "I remember seeing your paperwork, on my desk."

"On your desk?" Cornelia asked playing along.

Sona nodded. "I'm the Student Council President so such things pass through me so that I can assign people to help ease your transition into our school."

Just as she finished they heard yelling, and it took all their control not to instinctively drop into combat stances and summon their weapons. Turning they saw three boys being chased by a mob of girls wielding shinais and bokken in a lethal fashion. The girls quickly caught up with the boys and began to beat them with their weapons mercilessly.

"Is this common?" Leo asked, raising a brow at the scene.

"Unfortunately yes." Sona sighed. "Those three are unrepentant perverts who seem never to learn their lesson."

"I see." Leo glared at the three boys who were being beaten. Their cries were instantly silenced as they felt death closing in on them.

"Aurelianus-san I need to ask if you have a license." Tsubaki questioned.

Cornelia glared at him for a moment, wondering if they would have to resort to magic in order to mess with the Devil's minds. That was risky as they were naturally resistant to mental magics. "Of course." Leo answered opening his wallet and pulling out a perfectly valid license for Japan.

"Thank you." Tsubaki said, looking it over. "However before you come with us to finish the paperwork I'm going to need to ask you to move your car. The student parking lot is over there."

He nodded and after driving and parking the car walked back to meet the group. "Excellent."

They were led through the school to an office with several other students. "This is the rest of the Student Council." Tsubaki explained.

"Everyone, introduce yourselves." Sona commanded.

"Hai!" They responded

"Hi, my name is Momo Hanakai." A white haired girl introduced herself. Sona's bishop.

"Reya Kusaka." The girl was soft spoken and slim, her long brown hair ending in two short braids. Her eyes matched her hair and she wore a blue headband. There's the other bishop.

"Hi." One of the remaining girls greeted happily, jumping to her feet. She had shoulder length, reddish-brown hair and brown eyes. A single strand stuck out the top. "I'm Tomoe, Tomoe Meguri." The girl bowed, reminding him of a hyperactive squirrel. That's Sona's only knight

"I'm Tsubasa Yura." Tsubasa was a tall girl with blue shoulder length hair and matching eyes. She looked like a tomboy. Rook.

"Ruruko Nimura." The last girl of the group greeted politely. Ruruko had brown hair which she kept in two ponytails and green eyes. Pawn

"Saji Genshirou." The only male of the group greeted coolly. He had short blonde hair and grey eyes and wore the standard boy's uniform minus the blazer which hung from his chair. Pawn

After their introductions were done, Leo and Cornelia introduced themselves. "We're transfer students."

"Really?" Tomoe asked, bouncing on her feet. "Where are you from?"

"All over." Leo answered. "Though we were born in Germany."

"Are you two siblings?" Ruruko inquired.

Cornelia shook her head. "Our parents were friends, and we grew up together."

"Here you go." Sona said, handing them a pile of papers each. "Sign and date please."

They took the paperwork to the side and began going through it. It was a standard contract outlining the goals of the school and what they expected from each student. It also warned of the different disciplinary actions that the teachers could issue and general warnings. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary Cornelia pulled out a fountain pen and signed her name on the line, before handing the pen to Leo, who also signed. "Done." He said, allowing for the ink to dry before handing the paperwork back to Sona.

"Good, then we'll see you tomorrow." Sona said. "Please arrive early so that we can help you get settled in and find your classes. Nodding to her they left the Academy, Cornelia having to suffer through another of his insane car rides.

"So what do you think?" Sona asked her assembled peerage.

"Aurelianus-san has a sacred gear." Momo and Reya said at the same time."

"I thought so." Sona said looking over the two records that the transfer students had submitted. "Everything about their background is too clean, and precise."

"What about the girl?" Ruruko wondered. "Something about her had me on edge."

"She's not human." Tsubaki answered. "Nor is she a spirit, at least not one that I've heard about."

"She wasn't anything like the ones my family deals with either." Tomoe offered.

"Shouldn't we confront them? I mean this is Kaichou's territory." Saji said.

Sona shook her head, thinking more about the situation. Something about Aurelianus-san struck her as familiar, like she had seen his picture before. "For now we need to gather information. Aurelianus-san has a sacred gear, and we don't know which one it is. The last thing we need is to get into a confrontation with him only to find out that the gear he has happens to be a Longinus. Momo, Reya I want you to coordinate your familiars to track and follow him discretely."

"Hai, Kaichou." The two bishops confirmed.

"Saji, Ruruko, Tomoe, Tsubasa, the two of them are going to be in Year 2 with you. See if you can get close to them."

"Aren't they a bit old to be with us?" Tsubasa asked.

"They're both 18, they missed the cutoff with how late their birthdays fell so they are the oldest in their grade." Tsubaki replied.

"Kaichou." Reya spoke up. "I think Aurelianus-san is a magician."

"What makes you think that?" Sona asked curiously. She rarely had contact with magicians as she didn't have a contract with one.

"His aura, it's similar to some of the magicians I met before you reincarnated me."

"Then you need to be discrete with your surveillance." Sona said. "We need to find out what they're doing here. You have your assignments, I'll inform Rias and the OCR about our new guests tomorrow.

Leo and Cornelia had returned home with no trouble, and after a quick meal they retired for the night. Leo was currently staring up at the ceiling in one of the guest rooms, alone as punishment for his driving.

Tomorrow would be the first day that he actually attended school in a long time, almost 7 years. He had kept up with his studies at home, as he no longer had time to really sit in a classroom for 8 hours a day and hear a teacher lecture. Now though the job required him to interact with people his own age, something that he was loath to do. He didn't like how most of the girls stared at him like a piece of meat, and he especially didn't like how the boys were looking at Cornelia. Odds were that he'd have to kneecap someone before the message sunk in. He wouldn't tolerate anyone trying to touch Cornelia, and kneecapping would save them from whatever horror that she decided to inflict.

Buried deep within him though was a part that feared rejection. How would he cope with people his own age when every single one of his friends with the exception of Cornelia had lived at least a century? Nervous and unable to really sleep without Cornelia's comforting warmth he got up and from his pocket dimension drew a large brass key. Spinning around he hesitated, before finally getting out of bed and approaching the closet door.

There was no keyhole for the closet but that didn't matter, all that mattered was that it served as a metaphorical threshold. Placing the tip of the key against the wood he turned, and after a few seconds opened the closet door. Instead of a walk-in closet filled with clothes it instead lead into a comfortable and warm den. It was a simple room with all the comforts that he needed when he was working and designing his merchandise. The room was circular, the walls lined with hundreds of books from ancient manuscripts to modern fairytales and fantasy novels. You wouldn't believe the amount of times that he had gotten inspired to make something after reading about it in a fantasy book. Most of his personal projects began with the words "wouldn't it be cool if…"

There was a large desk with dozens of pieces of paper spread across it, each one holding sketches and ideas for future products; however it was the chair that he was most proud of. There was no mortal product that even compared to it, which was not a boast when it had Hephaestus' seal of approval branded into the leather. Hundreds of different comforting charms, cooling charms, heating charms made sure it was always the perfect temperature and comfort. Collapsing into it he let loose a groan as his back popped and the support charms kicked in akin to lumbar support. It was the most perfect and ergonomic chair in this dimension, and if someone outdid him he'd get on his knees and call them master. The chair had to be comfortable as sometimes he spent in excess of 24 hours in it.

To pass the time and hopefully fall asleep he began shuffling around some papers, noting how his businesses and investments were doing. A self updating ledger showed what his current stores were of supplies in his workshop. Idly he noted that he would need to buy more components to make his special blend of gunpowder. Another ledger monitored the fluctuating prices of metals, and after checking the price wrote a bank draft. The money would be enough to purchase a ton of zinc and a ton of copper both of which were needed to form new casings for his bullets.

Satisfied that his supplies wouldn't be running low anytime soon, he picked up a catalogue that the Abyss Auction had sent him. The Abyss auction was THE place to buy and sell anything. The people that ran it had no morals and he had even seen slaves for sale. He enjoyed flipping through the catalogue, never questioning how such a thin publication could have so many pages, simply chalking it up to the wonders of magic. Looking over the list of grimoires that were currently on sale, he felt his jaw drop. Someone was actually selling one of the original copies of Ars Goetia in the ancient language, not one of those cheap translations. Without a moment of hesitation he circled the listing for the grimoire, ripped the page out of the book and ignited it, signaling his willingness to purchase the item. 10 minutes later and several million lighter he was giggling as stared at the cover of the incredibly rare grimoire. He hadn't even bothered to haggle with the buyer, simply throwing his money at the shady dealer before whisking the book away from him.

Taking a calming breath he pushed the grimoire to the side, intent on studying it another time, and went back to the catalogue. Turning to the gem and metal section he saw Mithril at the top for sale. Must not impulse buy. He thought to himself, staring at the slashed prices that the rare metal was going for. He had never worked with the metal before, but from what he had heard through the grapevine it was an absolute pleasure and nightmare to work with. Heating the metal took powerful flames on the level of Amaterasu's or several dragons working together, and once you melted it down you had to keep the temperature up else it would cool, harden and be impossible to work with again.

Tearing his eyes away he saw that Uru was being offered by the dwarves of Nidavellir once again. He had some Imperial Gold, the material that the Romans Gods used to forge their weapons, and wondered if they would be willing to trade for it. He had no use for it as no matter what he did the blades never seemed to hold their edge, maybe the weapon was not made from pure Imperial Gold but an alloy? That would explain how it would be able to harm not only the physical body but the spiritual one as well.

Still though I should see how much Uru they're willing to part with. It would be the perfect present for Cornelia as she had wanted to experiment and make a golem out of it. He shuddered at the thought of an entire golem made out of Uru, the damn thing would be virtually unstoppable. The only way that he could think of beating it was by locking it in a dimensional pocket then throwing that item into a star. Penning a letter to Njall Vidarr, the dwarf who handled Nidavellir's mercantile business, he sent his proposal.

By this point he was beginning to feel tired, but he had one last thing to look for. Opening the accessories part he smiled as he saw his rings basic healing rings being sold. So many people wanted them, as they were less expensive than phoenix tears, and did the same thing albeit at a slower pace. He couldn't make them fast enough and he was backordered for three months. The Phenex Clan must really hate him.

Closing his eyes he relaxed in his chair, feeling sleep take hold of him.

He woke up early the same as always, and left his workshop. Thankfully he didn't need to cook as there were maids who took care of those things, so he went to wake up Cornelia.

Normally they were both heavy sleepers, especially after a night together, but for once he found her already awake and changed when he got to her room.

"You're late." She teased, gently kissing him. Seeing his raised brow in confusion, she pointed to the clock mounted on the wall. She was right, he hadn't woken up early as he had thought. Probably forgot to change the workshop clock's batteries. He thought. "Get dressed we need to leave soon."

Donning the male uniform which wasn't much different than what he normally wore, he met up with Cornelia in the dining hall where she was nibbling on a piece of toast. Helping himself to a few breakfast pastries, he pulled her to her feet, and said, "ready?"

She nodded, swallowing the toast. "Got your lunch money?"

"No I was just planning on taking it from an underclassman." Leo said sarcastically, magic wrapping around his legs. She had forbid him from driving when she was in the car so they were forced to teleport to a nearby alley.

"I believe the correct term is kohai." She pointed out, holding him tightly. The last thing she needed was to lose a part of herself in the transfer. "And don't do that, picking on one of them is beneath you."

"Whatever you say love." Leo said whisking them away. From the alley that they appeared Kuoh was only a short walk away. "Are you ready for this?" He asked hesitantly, hoping that she wouldn't recognize the nervousness in his voice.

"I think so." She answered after a slight pause. She was nervous as well, though she did a better job of masking it. "Just treat this like that assassination we did a couple of years ago."

"The one where we had to act as proper nobles and move around high society?"

"That's the one." She whispered. "Just act casually, relaxed, and for god's sake don't shoot any of them."

"The same can be said about you." He countered, hearing the nervousness in her voice. "Whatever you do, don't stab anyone."

"I guess this is a bad time to tell you that I don't know how to act casually around people our age."

"Neither do I." Cornelia confessed.

The entered the Academy's gates, their presence making the other students stop and gawk at them. Cornelia smiled shyly at those who were looking at her, while Leo kept his face impassive, already hating all the attention he was getting.

Stick him in a life or death situation and he'd be cool as a cucumber, but here? He was out of his comfort zone and was inwardly cursing Azazel and himself for taking this job. Remember. Calm. Cool. Collected. Don't let your emotions dictate your actions. He chanted to himself.

His will was severely tested when the wind blew through his hair, and several girls went "Kyah!" in dreamy voices. He walked with all the poise of a noble, allowing his presence to fill the surroundings as he projected himself with an air of confidence and control.

Cornelia after her minor slip up donned her mask and matched him in presence. Her natural grace emphasized by the Kuoh female uniform as she looked and acted like the pure-blooded noble heiress that she was pretending to be. They entered the school, ignoring the crowd that had formed behind them, as they retraced their steps from yesterday to arrive at the Student Council Room.

Knocking on the door, they heard Sone say, "enter."

Sliding the partition open they walked in. "Good morning Kaichou." Leo said coolly.

"Good morning Hjördís-san, Aurelianus-san." Sona responded, her Queen echoing the greeting. "if you're ready I'll be happy to show you to your classroom."

"Of course. Thank you taking the time to show us personally." Leo said bowing slightly.

"It's no problem." Sona dismissed. "It's part of my duties to ensure that your transition here is smooth."

Saying that the group left the Student Council Room and headed to class.

For Issei Hyoudou, Kuoh Academy was heaven. Having originally been an all-female school that only became co-ed a few years ago the ratio of girls to boys was terribly skewed. As a second year student he heard rumors that the ratio of girls to boys was 7:3, and for the third years it was 8:2. To the self-proclaimed Harem King this was the perfect place to make his dreams a reality, and it was for that reason alone that he had put his all into studying for the entrance exam and had been accepted into the prestigious school.

However nothing had gone as planned as instead of being surrounded by girls he was an outcast, a member of the Perverted Trio and despised by just about all the female students. There was only one group of guys that the girls paid any attention to, to them he was trash.

Sighing he entered his classroom, and was immediately greeted by one of his only friends, Matsuda. "Hey buddy." Matsuda said wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "How was that DVD I lent you? It was some good stuff, wasn't it?" Matsuda was once a star athlete until he discovered his talent for photography and when coupled with his desire to take pictures of the female body had found himself with the nicknames "Perverted Baldy" and "Sexually Harassing Paparazzi".

"Fu, fu. The wind was strong today, I got the perfect look up our classmates skirts." His other friend, Motohama said, giggling creepily. He had the special ability called Scouter that let him get the numerical values of the girl's measurements through his glasses. His nickname was "Perverted Glasses" and "Three Size Scouter". My evil buddies, and my only two friends.

"I got some good stuff." Matsuda said, opening his bag and pulling out several eroge and magazines.

The girls around us began jeering saying things like, "You guys are the worst-" and "Die, you filthy perverts."

"Shut up!" Matsuda snarled. "These are our treasures. Girls and kids should look away and keep away! Or else I will rape you all inside my head."

"That's the only place you'll be getting any." One of the girls retorted. Matsuda began to cry as reality hit him, and he once again realized that he was the lowest of the low.

"It's okay." Motohama said sliding his friend an eroge. "Hey you know what will cheer you up?"

"What?" Matsuda asked.

Motohama grinned lewdly. "I heard that we're supposed to be getting transfer students, and guess what one of them is a girl."

"Really?" Issei and Matsuda exclaimed standing up and slamming their palms on the desk.

"Yeah, I saw them yesterday when they came to finish their paperwork."

Yesterday? Issei thought. "Weren't you with us yesterday after school?"

"Yeah it was when we were being chased by the Kendo club." Motohama explained. "They were talking with Sitri-senpai."

Before they could say anything else, the door to the classroom slid open and their teacher walked in. "Good morning class."

"Good morning sensei." They all greeted.

"I'm excited to say that we have two transfer students joining us today." Sensei said. "They've come from far away so please make them feel welcome." Saying that and glaring in particular at the Perverted Trio, he said. "You can come in now."

The first to enter was Cornelia, and on cue the boys began to drool.

"Breast 42. Waist 25. Hip 35." Motohama said lewdly staring at her.

He would've said something else except Cornelia heard him, and her glare was enough to shut him up and cower.

Next came Leo, and he could feel the girl's stare on his skin. No doubt if he peeked in their minds he would see that they were mentally undressing him.

"Damn, another bishounen." Matsuda cursed. Issei agreed, already cursing the boy that would no doubt be more popular than him.

"Why don't you two introduce yourselves?"

Looking at one another, Leo nodded before stepping forward. "Hello everyone, my name is Leopold Aurelianus though you can just call me Leo. Both Cornelia and I are from Germany. In my free time I like to read classics as well as listen to music. I hate perverts."

The girls went wild at that, several of them all but leaping out of their seats to latch onto him, asking him to protect them from the Perverted Trio. When sensei finally managed to calm them down, Cornelia did her own introduction.

"My name is Cornelia Hjördís. I enjoy sword fighting and reading, and like Leo hate perverts."

Hypocrite. Leo thought, making sure to shield his thought lest she pick up on it.

Several girls jumped and began asking her questions, the most prominent one being, "What's your relationship with Aurelianus-san."

"He's my fiancé."

Silence.

"3, 2, 1." Leo muttered.

"Ehh?" Everyone exclaimed including Sensei.

"Explain yourselves." One of the boys asked. Leo glared at him, sending him back to his seat shivering.

"Fiancé, betrothed, to be married we are exactly what she said." Leo said. "Cornelia and I have been engaged for many years."

"Now, now." Sensei said clapping his hands diverting attention to him before anyone else can say anything. "You'll have plenty of time to talk to Aurelianus-san and Hjördís-san during lunch and after school. Remember though not to push for answers when they don't want to talk about something. Hjördís-san why don't you take the seat there by the door, and Aurelianus-san you can sit behind Hyoudou-san."

The two of them took their seats, and spent the rest of the day glancing at one another. By the time the bell for lunch rang the two had disappeared in a flash, papers rustling in their wake as they escaped from their classmates. "That was terrible." Leo panted.

"I don't think I'll be able to sit still and pay attention to sensei's lesson." Cornelia admitted.

"So far this job sucks." He said dejectedly, taking a seat on the roof.

"Yeah. I didn't realize how far ahead we were until we set foot in there."

"No kidding." Leo commented. "Who knew that Azazel would actually take our education seriously enough to have taught us so much?"

"Certainly not me." Cornelia admitted. "Though it's probably Penemue's fault. You know how she can motivate people."

"Unfortunately." Leo deadpanned. "We better hurry back in, hopefully this mission won't take much longer."

They ate their lunch and went back to the classroom just in time for the bell to ring once more.

So the day passed and the final bell rang. "Stand." The Class Representative said. "Bow."

With that done Leo and Cornelia prepared to leave and head home, only to stop short when they recognized a familiar presence.

"You feel that?" He asked.

"Yeah." Cornelia answered. "Thankfully we're masking most of our powers."

They went to the nearest window and saw a young woman with silky black hair and a slender body, cornering Issei Hyoudou. He didn't even have to say anything as Cornelia raised her hand and activated a listening spell.

"Ano." The girl said. "Are you Issei Hyoudou?"

"Yes." Issei said, staring at the girl's breasts, never noticing the dark smirk that flitted across her face.

"Please go out with me."

"That idiot." Leo cursed, wondering how thick the boy could be.

"Shhh." Cornelia shushed.

"Sunday." The girl said turning her back on Hyoudou and walking away merrily.

"A Sunday date." Leo commented.

"Should we make contact with Hyoudou or the Grigori group?" Cornelia asked.

"No, we don't know what the situation is. On Sunday we'll act as shadow their date. This might all just be a ploy by Raynare to get closer to the target so that she can keep a better eye on him. For now we need to head home and familiarize ourselves with the layout of the city, the last thing we need to is to get lost."

The two of them teleported to Azazel's manor, and began to pouring over the maps that the Governor had provided.

What are you planning, Raynare? And why isn't Kalawarner stopping you? He thought grimly, wondering why his friend wasn't stopping her. Hopefully nothing had happened to her.