The nightmare of normalcy continues.

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"Thank you for the meal!"

Himiko smiled as she put down her chopsticks and left the table. Mom smiled warmly at her before wishing her good first day at school. Himiko giggled in that quiet and polite way that mom liked before running towards the car outside.

And though the exchange sounded and looked like something she often saw in anime, Himiko had no delusions about the true nature of their relationship. Mom and dad still didn't trust her. They still thought of her a freak.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be sent back to Shirayuri for another year. Another year of rubbing shoulders with other failures and embarrassments like herself. Another year of putting on a smile and playing the part she hated.

All to live the life her parents approved of.

All because she still loved them even if they didn't love her real self.

Playing the part of the proper girl was easy. She smiled when others did. She laughed when others did. She nodded to and played along with whatever conversation her immediate surroundings were engaging in. People loved her. She even got herself a few admirers. All in love with the girl she knew she had to be.

So why did she feels so damn tired whenever she was alone?

Why was she not normal like the others? Why didn't she want to be like them?

She looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, the familiar sight of her empty stare haunting and mocking her. She opened her mouth, admiring her fangs for a few seconds before feeling all the more powerless.

She forced a smile back and stared at her reflection. This was the person she had to be, right? This was the life that would make her parents and herself happy, right?

Once she graduated from here and proved she could live a normal life, she would go on to study in some nice university. She would meet a guy that she liked and who liked this version of her. And they would be happy together.

This was good. Right?

This was life. Right?

This was for her own good. Right?

"So are you just going to stare or invite me in?"

Himiko didn't scream or jump back as her reflection spoke. She simply stared as it grinned and pressed against the mirror.

"Seriously, no reaction at all?" the reflection asked in her own voice. "Can't say whether I like it or not."

The girl reached towards the reflection and pressed her hand against the palm on the other side. She knew that this was unnatural but she didn't care. She wanted to know who this was. And if it killed her and took her place?

She wouldn't mind someone else living in this hell.

"Hahaha, I knew I liked you for a reason," the reflection laughed and slowly broke through the surface of the mirror, leaving shards scattered across the floor. No longer a reflection, it stretched its limbs and let out a pleasant sigh.

"It's been so long since I came back here~ But it is so nice to see a new face! So, new face, got a name for me to remember?"

"H-Himiko Toga," she whispered. "But what- I mean, who are you? What were you doing in my mirror?"

"Ah, you are scared~" it giggled and smiled, showing off more teeth than Toga thought possible. Those beautiful teeth. "Or not, I guess. You are one freaky little girl, aren't you?"

Freaky?

"I am not!" she protested. "I am normal! I am a normal girl!"

"Suuuuure, that's why you spent the last hour just staring at youtself in the mirror," it rolled its eyes. "And why you are talking to me instead of screaming or calling the police. Really normal!"

The reflection laughed, her own voice echoing in the room and mocking the girl. Himiko saw red. She lunged at the stranger, pushing it onto the ground. She hated laughter. She hated that look the thing gave her. She hated how close its words hit to the truth. And she just wanted to hurt this thing as much as she could!

"Shut up!" she grabbed one of the shards and stabbed at the thing's face. Her face. Her perfect and fake face. "Shut up! Shut Up! SHUT UP!"

She screamed the same thing over and over until the laughter stopped. And when it had, she looked down at her hands covered in the blood of her own fake self. She didn't feel shock or disgust. Instead, for the first time in years, she felt alive. The warm feeling of blood on her skin and her lips brought her to tears.

The girl looked down at her blood-soaked palms and brought them to her mouth. It was bitter and tasted almost rotten. But it was the first taste of blood she had in years.

And by God, it was the most delicious thing.

"You look so much happier now."

She looked up and saw her copy smile at her. Only now, the copy didn't look like her fake self. It was covered in blood just like her and bared its teeth just like she had.

"We are going to get alone perfectly~"

W

"He introduced himself as Routine Devil. I liked calling him Routie for short," Toga said, not even struggling against the chains around her body. "Born out of fear of conformity and stagnation, he was attracted to my panic attack over the idea of spending the rest of my life playing the perfect little girl."

Conformity. What a vague fear for a Devil. Were there really so many people afraid of it?

"It is not just the amount of fear that can make someone dangerous, Izuku," Kei explained. "Our powers may depend on the amount of people fearing us, but the nature of our powers is tied to the fear we are born from."

So even if the Devil was relatively weak, its unique power could pose a problem. Then he needed to know everything he could about this one. Preferably before whoever had a contract with it now interrogated Kobeni.

"What can this Devil do?" Izuku asked. "And what was the nature of your contract?"

"It can make things normal," the girl chuckled. "Violence, murder, torture... As long as it stood by me, anything that I did would be seen as normal. I could drink all the blood that I wanted and nobody treated it as anything weird! I finally felt like I could li-"

His chains tightened around the girl. Not out of malice but out of instinctive shock. This kind of power... He couldn't believe that something like this was out in their world now.

"What about the contract?" he asked, hoping for a limit or a loophole of some kind. "What are the conditions of his power working?"

The girl's smile dropped and her eyes narrowed.

"Why should I tell you? Routie told me all about Devil Hunters like you! You want to kill him!"

Lock away, not kill. And for a good reason, too.

"And you don't? You said that he betrayed you for some old hag," Izuku tried to reason with the girl. "Are you telling me that you are fine with being betrayed?"

"I will kill that hag and he will come back to me!" the girl snarled and struggled against the chains. "I have no reason to work with you!"

"This isn't working, Izuku," Kei groaned. "Let's just use her as bait and wait until someone else comes along."

"We are not using her as bait."

Or anyone, for that matter. He knew that there was a way to get through to Toga. He just needed to find it.

"We are wasting time. Every minute spent here is the minute the enemy has to prepare for us."

"We made a Contract to fight evil. And you don't fight evil by adopting their methods."

"Are you talking to yourself?" the blonde gave him a weird look before her eyes widened. "Oooh, I get it! You got a Devil, too!"

"Yeah," Izuku latched onto the girl's excitement. "I almost died a while ago. Kei saved me and I became this."

"I wish I knew you could do that," the girl sighed. "I would have tied Routie and myself forever."

As the girl rumbled about all the things she could do if she had, Izuku tried to make sense of everything they learned and saw so far. The Devil could alter people's common sense. But since their intelligence on the school portrayed it only as a rich kids' place, could it also alter the documentation, too? If yes, to what extent?

How many people could be affected by the Devil was also important. As well as the way the percetion was altered, in the first place. Neither he nor Kobeni fell under its control so the Devil needed to be nearby to change them. Was it an immediate change or something that needed to be done over the course of time?

There was simply not enough information to fill in all the gaps. And much as he hated to agree with Kei, any minute wasted just gave the Devil and its new contractor time to mount their defenses as well as possibly gather information on him.

"Toga-san," Izuku said, steeling himself. "We need to work together."

"I can get him back myself!" the girl hissed.

"In your state? You will be brought back under the school's thrall. Maybe not immediately, but it is inevitable. And I don't have much chance either since I don't even know what I am about to fight or who I need to go after."

Accepting his own limits was important, Kusakabe-san said. But it didn't make the situation any less frustrating. He didn't want to rely on the help of someone who made a Contract with the Devil just to prey on her classmates. But he had no other options.

"... can I really trust you?"

It would be so easy to say 'Yes'.

"No," he answered honestly. "You can't."

"Izuku, why?"

Because, as crazy as the girl was, she certainly was not dumb. And if he lied to her now, he would have to spend the rest of the operation wondering when she would stab him in the back. It was best to get all doubts out of the way now.

"I am not going to lie and say that I will get him back for you and then let you two leave," the girl moved to protest. He continued before she could. "But working together is the best chance we have to get what we both want."

"Still not hearing why I should help."

"Because if you do, there is a good chance you will escape with Routine Devil while I am busy with everything else. There is also a good chance I will capture you both and call for backup. But guess what? In either case, the Devil's current contractor is taken care of. "

He waited for the scenario to sink in for the girl. Then he watched her lips twist into an excited grin.

"So... Tell me everything I need to know about your friend."

The girl's eyes took an a dangerous edge.

"We need to go to my room first."

W

Suzuki Sumire woke up with a stretch and smile, enjoying the warm rays of morning sun on her skin. Getting out of the bed, she wasted no time preparing for the day ahead.

Take a shower, put on her makeup and then head down for breakfast! She has always been a morning person and Watari-san's pancakes was simply another thing to enjoy about waking up early.

Need to check on my little bro after the homeroom, she thought as she hummed a lovely little melody her mom always used. Poor little Keigo, it is his first year here. Good thing I am here to watch out for him.

Keigo always struggled with big changes. So when dad said that her brother was going to be sent here, it was no surprise that the boy fought tooth and nail against that. Silly little bro, it was only a matter of finding things to enjoy here! And she was so going to show him everything awesome about this school.

Right after breakfast!

With a skip in her step, she ran down the stairs.

Only to crash into the dorm mother herself.

"Goodness, Susuzki, you almost broke me in half!"

"Haha, s-sorry, Watari-san," the girl apologized awkwardly. Uncomfortably. She shook the feeling off before beaming, "I just heard the breakfast calling for me!"

The older lady rolled her eyes and bowed out of her way. Leaving her and delicious pancakes and eggs and sausage all alone. Plus assortment of different breads and things to put on them, too!

Their dorm mother had a talent to make even something as simple as this taste better than anything Sumire has ever tried. The bread was crispy and soft, hot enough that butter or cheese melted ever so slightly on its surface. The sausages were juicy with a slight hint of spice. And the eggs were just so-

"Sumire!" Mika, the rowdy track ace, jumped from behind and broke the beautiful moment she was having with her eggs. "Testing the limits of your metabolism once again?"

She was the local tease, ready to catch you off guard with a joke or a prank. But underneath the tough exterior, she was the kind and gentle soul who would stop at nothing to protect her friends.

"Y-You are one to talk," Sumire blushed awkwardly. She was always awkward about how much she could eat. "I saw you beat the baseball club's ace in eating all that meat last Friday!"

"Damn right you did," the girl smiled proudly. "But I need all those calories to keep this fine machine running."

"And what does it run on?" the third girl joined their table with her face buried in the book as always. "Grease and salt?"

Aoi was a new girl to the dorm. A genius who had aced all of exams on her first try and scored the highest marks in the school's history. Despite her high intelligence, she was struggling with socialization and came to this school in order to get better communication skills.

And as one of the older students around, Sumire saw it as her responsibility to help her settle in properly.

Even if she didn't make it easy for her.

"What can I say? It takes a lot of energy to keep this body in top shape."

"You keep eating all that meat and it will push you out of shape very soon."

"Hahaha!"

All the girls in the room laughed at the joke. It was a testament to how close everyone here was to each other. To be able to take these silly little jabs at each other and taking them on the chin.

"Hahahaha!"

Mika grabbed the nearby glass and smashed it down on Aoi's skull.

"Hahahahahah!"

The girl fell to the side and groaned in pain but Mika was not done. Jumping on top of the girl, she proceeded to hit the bookworm over and over again. Sumire rolled her eyes, did they really need to do this so early in the morning?

"Fucking bitch!"

"Just die already!"

Hikari and Himari, the dorm's twin sisters with dreams of stardom, also broke into one of their friendly brawls. Tugging and tearing each other's clothes and hair as they fought over something silly like their parent's divorce or unfaithful boyfriends.

And though they often fought, Sumire knew they would be thick as thieves by dinner. That was just how they always were.

"Woah!"

Sumire yelped in surprise as Yuki smashed Haruka against the table's edge while calling her a two-faced bitch. She and others still laughed though because everyone in the dorm knew that was true.

"So," said Sumire as she finished her breakfast. "Mika, you coming? I really don't want to be late to school."

"Just... another... second!" Mika whistled as she stoo back up, admiring the beaten and bloodied body of the new girl. "Whew, that girl sure knows how help me wake up. Thanks for the help, Aoi!"

The girl on the floor wheezed and said with the mouthful of blood and broken teeth, "woorgh blerghum."

Sumire and Mika exchanged a smile at that. There was still some work to be done but it seemed their resident ice queen was slowly coming out of her shell.

Hmm, maybe she could even become friends with her little bro, too?

W

Warmth.

This was the first thing Himiko felt when she held a tiny bird in her hands. It chirped weakly, its wings broken.

So cute.

So sweet.

She wasn't sure what compelled her to open her mouth and bare her fangs. But it was a feeling so natural to her that she saw no reason to resist. Even as the little birdie chirped louder and struggled against the girl's grip, Himiko wanted nothing more than let the instinct guide her.

CRUNCH

Blood flowed into her mouth, tasting sweeter than anything mommyor daddy ever gave her. Her heart sang as the little birdie ceased to move and the blood continued to flow. It dripped down her lips and stained her cute little dress but she didn't care.

Nothing but this delicious red liquid mattered right now. Warm, sweet and filling. It was amazing!

But wait, she couldn't drink it all alone.

Her parents deserved to try some, too!

"Mommy! Daddy!" she cheered, running back inside the house. "Look at this cute birdie!"

W

"Everyone has already left," Himiko said as she stepped inside their dorm. "They won't be back until dinner."

Midoriya, in his human form, followed behind her. She much preferred his Devil form. He looked much cuter like that. All that metal reminded her of knives. But all those chains rattled too much and could attract the attention before they were ready.

"Oh my God, what is all this blood?"

Ah, so he found the dining room. Himiko scoffed at the sight of all the blood. She thought the other girls appreciated it like she did. But they didn't care for it.

"Routie can make people accept abnormal things as normal. But his reach is limited to the people you are either close to or in control of," Himiko said. "Someone, whose request for help or order would be normal to try and accomplish."

She started off with just one guy. She confessed her love for him. And they had a good two weeks of relationship before he considered her someone close enough to do almost anything. And if it was normal for a guy to give the girl his drink or snack, why wouldn't it be normal for him to give her some of his blood, too?

That was the crude way Routie's power worked.

"So everyone in the school is under the Devil's control because it is someone in the faculty? Since it is normal to obey adults, especially teachers or other authority figures?"

Himiko nodded, though not without a brief snarl. It was one of the few things she hated about her bestie.

"Routie can change things people perceive as normal. But for that, he also needs to play by certain rules, too. It is a side effect but anyone affected by his power becomes much more compliant with the rules associated with their roles. That kid I used for blood was a notorious troublemaker. Then I put him under and he became a model student over a week."

It didn't matter to her.

But it mattered someone else.

"And that's when the 'hag' noticed something strange."

"Yup," they entered her room. Her perfectly normal room, the sight of which made her want to carve it up with the knive. "Nishinaka is the name of the principal here. The rumors said that she staked her entire career on her ability to get the school under control after the previous principal retired. If successful, she would have made a lot of wealthy and powerful friends."

Then the hag cornered her and stole her Routie.

"Now we are going to kill her."

"We are not killing her," So cute of him to think she would let that thief live. "So how did she steal Routine Devil from you? Contracts cannot be broken on a whim."

"Our contract isn't broken," the girl chuckled. After all, neither of them broke the conditions. He made it normal for her to drink blood. She brought him people to put under his power. "He just made another one with the hag."

The boy fell quiet, no doubt to converse with his own Devil. She was so jealous! How come the two were fused into one? That wasn't fair. And the moment she got Routie back, she was so doing the same thing. Even if it required that she died first.

"I am done," she packed her phone and the last of her documents inside her backpack. "Let's move."

"Not before you answer one last thing," the boy turned the key on his bracelet, transforming into the beautiful metal form. "Just what happened down in the dining room? Another side effect of the Routine Devil?"

Himiko chuckled. He spoke of it as it was a disease. A sickness.

Perhaps, they were more alike than either realized.

"Wanna know what is the scariest thing about conformity is, Midoriya?" she smiled. "It is how all-consuming it is. How fast and thorough it is. Once something is accepted as normal, people don't even question it. No matter how violent or bad it is, people will accept it as long as someone says it is normal."

It was normal for the strong and the connected to abuse their power.

It was normal for the weak and the weird to be ostracized and abused.

Even if individuals recognized that both of these were wrong, they lacked the power to change it. And so, they accepted such unfairness as normal.

Life was not fair. Everyone had it rough. There is no point in rocking the boat.

It was normal.

"This school was the place where rich and powerful families would hide their sons and daughters away from the public for all sorts of reasons. Some of them assaulted their classmates and teachers. Others were caught with drugs or some other nasty crap. And then there were those who were just walking scandals for their families."

She was a freak to her parents. She hated them and yet was desperate for their love and acceptance.

But even she wasn't as bad as some of the other kids locked away here.

"Routie cannot actually make people normal, ironically enough. He can force others into conformity. Change their perceptions and memories to make them fit into normal roles and lives," like he did with her. "But those are side effects. His main power is taking whatever is different about you and making it normal. And even though the hag wants him to make kids normal and just that, their personal desires and problems can be suppressed only for so long."

She looked at the bloodied walls and furtniture.

"Until they just explode."

W

"They were waiting for us."

Really, Izuku wanted to ask as he gave Toga her binoculars back.

What could have possible made Kei think that?

Other than an army of students standing in front of the school, that is.

"Hey, no need to be an asshole here. I was just making an observation."

Izuku sighed before mumbling a small apology. Truth be told, he didn't expect them to just stand out in the open either. He was hoping to sneak in with Toga and locate the hag and the Devil without getting the students involved.

The fact that said students could turn into raving maniacs and tear each other apart at any given moment certainly didn't help. Even if they stopped the Devil, it would be a hell for the Devil Hunters when these kids' families found their sons and daughters dead.

"We need to change the plan," he held Toga back from jumping into action. "I need you to distract them while I go after the principal."

"That't not what we agreed on," she hissed. "You are not going to just use me as bait while you kill Routie!"

"I am not going to kill him. And this is the only way that we can-"

"Keigo! I finally found you, little bro!"

Two arrows whistled through the air before embedding them in the tree trunk right on the two spots where Izuku and Himiko's heads were just a second ago. What made their near-death experience worse was just how familiar the voice of their would-be assassin was.

"Kobeni-san?"

It was odd to see his normally nervous senior so happy or well-rested. As much as he hated the way it sounded, but the cheerful and happy smile didn't suit her at all.

"That's one odd way to spell 'Sumire', Keigo. Now, come on, the entire school was looking for you and your friend."

"I can see the chains around her soul," Kei said. "You can do that, too."

So could Izuku, apparently. He really needed to dedicate one of these days to make the list of everything he could do in this form.

"Kobeni-san, please, you need to snap out of this."

"Okay, I get what is happening," the girl smiled sympathetically. "Keigo, I get what you are going through. I didn't exactly like my first few weeks here either. But this is a really good school and you can make a lot of friends here if you just let them in."

"... You mean all the kids surrounding us with bats, knives and shovels?"

"They are from baseball, cooking and gardening clubs," his senior's smile only grew wider. "I even joined the archery club this morning! You should try it out. You and your girlfriend will have a lot of fun!"

She gave him a wink.

"But not too much fun, if you know what I mean!"

Instantly, everyone laughed and winked and whistled like they were in some sort of sitcom. With Kobeni-san as the stereotypical Big Sis archetype, apparently.

"I see you got this handled," Toga said with a cheeky grin. "Gotta go and kill the hag!"

She jumped forth and bounced off Kobeni-san's shoulder. Landing on the ground behind her, the blonde ran towards the school. He watched some of the students chase after her and was about to do the same when Kobeni shot another arrow at his feet.

"I am still waiting for your response, little bro."

"Sorry, not happening."

"Well, there is also a literature club and-"

"I am not joining any clubs," Izuku groaned, for once sharing Kei's frustration. The chains extended from his body and coiled around like vicious vipers. "I am here to take down the Devil and bring you all back to normal!"

The enthralled huntress gave him a concerned look.

"Please, don't tell me you are suffering from the case of a chuuni," she sighed. "Keigo, I hate to not be supportive but you need to let go of your fantasies. Superpowers are not real. Neither are devils, magic books or isekai trucks."

"The first two are definitely real and you know it!"

"Keigo, please, this is embarrassing for everyone here."

"What is a chuuni?"

He really didn't have to explain that no-

"Shit!" Izuku cursed as Kobeni appeared right in front of him, a butcher knife clashing against his chain-covered arm inches away from his skull. "Were you seriously trying to cut my head in half, big sis?"

"Oh, don't be so dramatic," she cheered. "It's just a friendly sibling fight~!"

His chains sprung forth, forcing the girl to jump back. The same chains then shot towards her in an attempt to tie her down.

Until today, he didn't have much of an opportunity to see Kobeni-san at work. And as rude as it was, it was hard to imagine the woman that spilled her coffee on daily occasion and always tripped all over the office as a threat.

But as she dodged and sidestepped one chain after another before once again slashing at him, he realised just how skilled she was.

"Of course, this girl chooses to be useful when she is fighting us."

The surrounding students started closing in immediately. They grabbed his chains with bare hands or staked knives and arrows through the links. That did little to actually stop him. But it was enough to distract and slow him down for Kobeni-san to continue her precise and dangerous slashes and stabs with the assortment of knives and shivs.

"We can't just defend forever. We need to be fighting back, not holding back!"

He was not going to just hurt the innocent people. He could wrap them in chains.

"Not when this crazy bitch slashes them before they can reach her allies. Just put me in control and-"

"Arrghh!"

Izuku cried out in pain as Kobeni threw one of her knives right into his eye. The pain shot through his entire body and he fell to his knees. He could feel the damn metal in his eye socket.

Immediately, other students surrounded him and started beating, stabbing and slashing him from all angles. His armor took most of the damage but he could feel the pressure and viciousness growing with every single strike.

"Sorry, bro," Kobeni smiled innocently from behind the crowd. "Don't worry, I will make it fair!"

And with that same innocent smile, she stabbed herself through the eye.

"... Just what kind of kids go to this fucking school?"

W

"After her!" a young man cried out before pointing down the corridor. "She went that way!"

The crowd chased after the freak, unaware that said freak pointed them the wrong way. Then again, she took on the form of the student council member. And good students would follow the directions of such high-ranked student.

"I see her!"

"Get her!"

Of course, she never expected that crowd to be the only ones after her. It would be damned easy. She moved through the halls, light and fast. Each step brought her close enough to her prey. Each wave of hand cut through flesh and freed the blood to flow.

She wanted to drink it so bad. But it could wait. The entire world could wait until she got her friend back.

"Toga, please, come back!"

"You can still join us!"

"We've missed you so much!"

How could they miss her when they didn't know her? All they knew was a girl her parents made her play. Just another face in the crowd.

But she had her own voice and her own heart. And it was singing now the most beatiful songs of all!

The song that only she could hear and understand.

With another group of normie-zombies bleeding on the ground, she stepped inside the principal's office. It was a spacious room with expensive books on expensive shelves, with the table right next to the giant window through which Toga could see the crowd of students beating on Midoriya.

And at that table sat sat the very pale and very dead Nishinaka-san.

"The hell?"

The door behind her closed with an audible creak followed by the fast and loud steps. Steel met steel as Himiko stared into the eyes of none other than Yaoyorozu Momom the school's most beloved girl.

"Toga-san, I-"

"Spare me your attempts at recruitment!" Himiko growled. "Just tell me who the fuc-Ghh!"

Yaoyorozu headbutted her. She freaking headbutted her!

"I am not here to recruit you. I am here to take you down. So please surrender."

This was... different from what she expected. She didn't interact with the school idol much but she never took her for a fighter. Especially one so skilled or so ruthless.

If Himiko relied on her natural viciousness and fighting instinct, then Yaoyorozu relied on cold logic and ruthless calculations.

She baited the blonde into attacking her only to use her metal staff with such efficiency that the blood-loving girl felt like she couldn't make a move that her opponent hadn't accounted for already. When she lunged at the girl, Himiko was met with the staff to the face. When she tried to gain any ground, the brunette would rush her and corner her.

It all came to a sad and frustrating conclusion once Yaoyorozu slammed the end of her staff into the girl's throat.

"... h-how?"

"Don't be surprised, Toga-san," her eyes turned to the door. "She is an aspiring heroine, after all."

Zennosuke Daisuke, the school guidance counselor, walked in with the serene smile and a cup of coffee. With the same smile, he pushed the dead principal out of her chair and took a seat at her table.

"W-What the fu-"

"Language!" Yaoyorozu scoffed before pressing down on Himiko's throat. "Apologies, sir, I didn't expect her to still be able to talk."

"It's fine, Yaoyorozu-san," the man smiled. "Please, don't be too rough with her. We need the Toga-san alive for now."

The man then turned to the window. Towards the fight outside. Towards Izuku.

"After all, fresh meat makes the best bait."


And in the end, Himiko ended up as a bait. Kei is going to have a laugh over it.

Had fun writing Kobeni's segment. I tried to create the atmosphere of your typical slice-of-life story and then add the scene of violence.

Kind of worried that I made Routine Devil's powers a bit confusing but I wanted to avoid infodumping about them. Might start writing Omakes as SCP-like files for the Devils to make things clearer.

Next chapter, we are reaching the conclusion of our first miniarc. Hope you are ready for it~!