"Just in case, I want you to watch him, and ensure that he does not molest a girl again." Sona murmured, and Shinra nodded in agreement, after fixing her glasses.
Tristan, the poor young lad, currently lay head-down on his desk, mimicking his sleeping subordinate, which was the very few things they shared. The both of them were social outcasts, he didn't know how long the crestfallen sleeper had been one, but the young lad was already rejected within his first week, the sleeper (it's his name now) had been the only one to not bother him with a glares, so he was the most tolerable. It certainly made their short conversation a little less awkward.
"I don't care if you really did put your hands on that girl." The sleeper looked up at him, meeting black eyes with his brown. The sleeper simply seemed tired, dark rings had found a home under his eyes, and he simply, just seemed tired. Perhaps of a meaningless existence?
"But if the majority of people hate you, then you're okay with me." He said, before shifting back to his precious desk. Letting the Westerner return his face to his own desk. What did he do to anger anyone so much that they would spread rumors about him on his first day? Certainly there were people who exist only to spread despair by expanding their desires at the expense of others . Back in Lordran, there was an enemy faction, named 'Estocie warriors' who blasted through the poise of noble knights with nothing but a thrust, causing their knights to stagger infinitely, truly they were the ones who's body parts were hanged separately. Luckily, the kingdom found a way to destroy them, as well as any leftover weaponry resembling their blade of scum. Though the kingdom was nearly destroyed when a legion called "Nozkill" emerged with their dastardly dark blades.
They were eliminated as well.
Tristan was pulled from his thoughts of the bastards when a spiritual light burst into existence nearby, and stood up. The sleeper glanced once at him, before once again shifting to a more comfy position, to soothe a heart drowned in dust. The young lad had time, there was ten or so minutes left until homeroom started and the light was most certainly his little white talisman charm that he had lost the day before.
The light's holder was in a corridor a fair ways away, in a small crowd of people all holding their own conversations with each other. He moved towards a blonde girl, who was talking happily with many friends, including the girls from the rooftop the day before.
"Excuse me." His low voice asked a blonde girl and tapped her shoulder. Upon seeing his existence near their friend, the gazes thinned, and hardened to him. Unfortunately, there would be an interruption in his little retrieval mission.
"You, what do you think you're doing, touching her!? You molester" A traitor with brown hair asked, and lightly pushed the westerner away.
"She ha-" Though sadly the traitor urged the girl to move away. "Now, what do you want with her?" The traitor asked, but someone from the group that moved away called out to him.
"Issei, he-" The blonde with the light called. "Stay out of this, Asia. I won't let him hurt you."
The westerner tried again.
"She has something that belongs to me." He kept his dark glare, a trait that all social outcasts shared, at the traitors' brown eyes. Thankfully the girl had spoken up for him.
"It's true" she said and gave the traitor his faith catalyst. "This might be his..." She then backed off to her group, whom all waited for the young lad to make a wrong move. The only thing he did was pilfer the charm from the traitor's open hand, it would no longer be defiled by the devils.
What, when did he take it? Most thought.
He might be...I knew there was something strange about this person, he has a trace of angelic power on him. Is what a red haired beauty thought.
The poor lad thanked the girl and her traitor friend, though so did with reluctance.
The young lad returned to his place next to a sleeper, and the school day proceeded without excitement.
Until he was called by a blonde boy, who had been with the group from before, and apparently a popular person in local society. Fawning girls realised was a meeting as light and dark. But the young lad thought this meeting as a slight inconvenience, and hoped that it would be short.
"Greetings, Tristan. I'm sorry about before, but could you please follow me? Someone needs to see you." The boy bowed slightly after the mention of his name, but the young lad knew that he wasn't sorry at all, lest he could manipulate his facials like a true master. If someone wanted to see him, then it must be for a logical reason.
Why would anyone want to socialise with the outcasts?
But nevertheless, he was led up a short flight of stairs, and eventually a building within a small little forest. The popular one stood at the front of the door and opened it for the lad and asking him to come inside.
When he entered, he was met with a dark room, but intricately and exotically decorated, even though it looked nothing like the castle Lord Gwyn resided in, from what he could see in the throne room when he recieved his duty. The dark room certainly had no business existing as part of the school, or perhaps it was a secret location, known to a few. A familiar voice attracted him to the center, away from avoiding eye contact from the group the traitor was apparently friends with, and towards the girl from the rooftop, the one with the red hair.
"I, will ask you simply." She said, and met his outcast's glare with a similar calculative one.
"Are you an angel?" Her voice became low, awaiting an answer. After a short silence, the young lad answered
"Then, you must be the devils he spoke of...devils of this region" A low, chilling voice replied. Those in the room were left with slight surprise at his knowledge. Their leader spoke again.
"So you know who we are, then are you an angel? Sadly, we will not let you leave without giving us some answers." She was right, the boy who led him here stood at the door that lead outside. Lord Gwyn had said that the devils here were strong even, and reminded him of the current cease-fire. Careful to avoid conflict, he answered.
"No. I am...not an angel." He cast his eyes downwards, and Rias was thankful that she was spared from such a hateful stare. "I am from Lordran, the kingdom allied to angels when the great war happened." He said.
"Oh, Lordran. The elusive kingdom of lightning and fire." Rias was in shock, to see someone from Lordran was extremely rare out of heaven. She and her queen knew of the kingdom, even with what little information was known. It was a majestic place, it's king and faithful knights caused the first massive loss of a devil army with hurled lightning and great armors that seared the flesh of devils.
"So you are from the land where rumored everlasting dragons were made allies then?" She remembered when she first saw a great dragon from Lordran. It and it's rider caused the deaths of many devils, she even remembered the lightning king that rode atop the neck, as if they were allies from birth. The rest of her peerage looked in shock at the lad, to be able to tame a dragon in it's natural, primal form was unheard of!
Tristan remained silent, as the floor suffered his gaze.
"Not much is known about that land, but why? Why are you here? Out in the world?" She asked, truly curious about the reason. A similar silence filled the room before...
"I was ordered by our king to travel to this place, now that the war had ended there is no more need for secrecy, and we are helping angels conduct duty, danger still exists...remember that. I am here to learn more about angels, Heaven has sent one here, but I have yet to meet this person." The young lad definitely felt good to be quiet again after saying all that. Rias sighed, apparently satisfied with the answer, if only a little.
"Very well, but I will be asking more questions about your kingdom in the future, you may leave." She urged Kiba to open the door as the young lad proceeded towards it. Soon after the young lad left, and Kiba returned, she was met with a fair amount of questions concerning the kingdom. Maybe soon she could put that rumor she started to rest, as she now knew who the westerner was.
He hoped that they were satisfied with the information, as for questions about the kingdom himself, he would answer with the most convenient speech, which was always the shortest. Lord Gwyn told him that the devils that lived in the region were of great nobility, and that angering them would perhaps bring about another great war, one that the kingdom of Heaven certainly didn't want. Lord Gwyn honored promises with an ally, Tristan guessed.
The young squire retrieved his suitcase and proceeded home.
Where he was met with a growling little wolf who saw that he didn't appear their dinner tonight. He would not enter the apartment without it, and the little wolf made sure of that with a show of teeth. The young lad was always wary when she bared her fangs, Eria was grateful for the act of passion, but she was not a slave to be kept as a prize, even if she did trust him more than anything. Tristan left his suitcase at the entrance, and walked back outside to the usual place. An agent of Lordran ensured that the young lad always had a steady flow of income.
Eria sat at the entrance, to ensure he came with dinner.
Works every time! A thought bounced in her wolf head.
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