Born to Beatdown Immortals

Hello everyone and welcome to the latest chapter of I'm Too Sober! At last the first event to test our hero's training, the Rating Games, has begun! Or at least it's about too, but first things first, dealing with hangovers. You know what's easier to do than deal with a hangover, though, it's checking out my Pat reon! It costs less too, now that I think about it. Anyway, back on topic, it seems we have no guest reviews this week, so on to the story!

Private Beach House of the Sitri Family

"Alright, I'll bite." I groaned, rubbing my head while sprawled on one of the living room couches. "What in the world is that thing supposed to be?"

What I was referring to was the bluish-gray bird who was resting in my Queen's arms. A bird with a rather prominent yellow bill.

"Oh, this is Yume." The dragon girl introduced. "She's my Familiar."

"Okay." I responded. "But what is it? What sort of creature is that?"

"It's a shoebill stork." Kiba informed. "They're surprisingly aggressive birds who are said to even attack alligators. The one Karasuba has right now is a chick."

"Great, a messenger with a habit of decapitating its prey." Issei groaned, his own form practically hanging off of the couch's arm. "Just what you need."

"And how do you know that it does that?" Sona asked.

"Internet. That breed constantly makes the top ten list of most brutal bird species on the surface."

"Yume was actually the runt of the hatchlings." Karasuba explained, stroking the creature. "And shoebill storks show favoritism among their hatchlings. Since Yume was small, she was being neglected because she couldn't take any of the food from her sibling. But she's got a strong spirit and wasn't afraid of me, so I decided to give her a chance."

Issei slowly turned a deadpan look on me.

"I know, irony." I slurred out while massaging the bridge of my nose.

"She must've slipped in late yesterday." Asia observed. "I thought that white squirrel with the cute little cape on was Kara's familiar."

"White squirrel?" Issei repeated with a curious tone. "With a… what color was the cape?"

"It was a little blue cape." My Bishop replied happily while holding her hands up to her head, imitating rabbit ears. "He also had extra-long ears. He almost looked like a cross between a bunny and a squirrel."

I glanced at Issei, noting his irises had shrunk to the size of pinpricks.

"Something we should know about?" I asked.

"Nope!" The otherworlder squeaked. "Nothing at all. Everything is just fine."

"You're lucky I'm too hungover to call bullshit right now." I sighed.

"We're not going to have another woodland monster tear up the place to bend you over, are we?" Karasuba asked.

"Please don't say such horrifying things and tempt my luck. I don't think I'd survive this time." Issei somehow turned even paler and began to tremble.

"Why don't we fix one headache at a time, literally?" Sona suggested. "Asia, if you would be so kind?"

"Oh, can I try this thing Illya showed me?" She asked, pulling out a vial of purple liquid. "She says this works great for sobering people up. Though I think she did mention something about the alcohol coming out of people's pores and burning really bad—"

"Just regular healing through your Sacred Gear shall suffice." The Sitri heiress insisted with a tilt of her glasses. "I think they've already paid enough for drinking without you. My sister is still trying to figure out how to feel about those pictures you sent."

"Pictures?" Both Issei and I asked in confusion.

"You'll find out eventually." I didn't like how Sona turned away from us (and I was sure Issei shared my thoughts), but not enough to hide the small evil smirk that made its way on her lips.

"Fine." Asia pouted before summoning her Sacred Gear, Twilight Healing, and holding her hands up to the both of us. It was a sign of her growth that she was able to heal two people at once now.

"Getting on to the important topic of the day," Sona began, "The Rating Games begin tomorrow. However ready we are will simply have to suffice. Are you and your Peerage ready, Shirou?"

"As ready as we can be without Karasuba." I answered, feeling the hangover fading. "You're sure we can't have her participate?"

"Not unless your goal is to start an absolute panic." The student council president pointed out. "Remember most people aren't aware of Karasuba's status as this world's Red Dragon Emperor. If the crowd figures out that she is, or worse, accidentally figures out there are two running around, I shudder to think of the consequences."

"So what are we going to do with her?" Issei asked. "Because I'm not babysitting her."

"Worry not, I wouldn't trust putting even a baby doll under your care." Sona remarked. "Sending her back home to her family should suffice. Obviously, we'll have the stationed troops keeping watch. As for you, so long as you either disguise yourself or stay out of sight, you can come along. One of the private boxes should do nicely."

"Does it have internet?" The Sekiryuutei raised an eyebrow.

"Plenty, along with an abundance of privacy and all the alcohol you might wish to consume." She assured. "Shirou will supervise you when he's not participating in his matches."

"And who'll be keeping an eye on me when Shirou's not?" Issei questioned. I could tell it was less a matter of insecurity and more a matter of "who was responsible for keeping anyone problematic away from him?"

"We'll have guards posted." Sona explained. "But otherwise, you'll be unsupervised until Shirou gets back."

"I can't tell if you're being generous or hiding something." The otherworlder frowned suspiciously. "You actually want to leave me on my own for an extended period of time?"

"Do you think any of our regular guards would have a chance if Ophis decided to show up?" Sona asked.

"Fair point." Issei admitted and dropped his head in defeat. "Subtlety is not something she's known for when she finally decides to cut loose. I've got a couple ways of my own to know when she's coming, but there's not much that can stop her. Not as she currently is."

Both Sona and I frowned at his statement. It sounded as though he knew something about the Ouroboros Dragon that was particularly concerning. It would have to wait, though. Now wasn't the right time to press on the matter.

"Then that's that." The Sitri heiress declared. "Just try to stay out of trouble during the Rating Games and you shouldn't be bothered. As for the rest of us, our matches are the immediate concern."

"I can vouch for Kiba and Gasper's improvement." I offered. "But I can't say for sure if it'll be enough since I don't know how much Rias and the rest of her Peerage have improved. I haven't even met her other Pawn."

"Your Queen and Issei aren't the only ones who need to keep a low profile." Sona revealed. "Rias has a plan for combating Riser Phenex, but a large part of it has depended on keeping her other Pawn a secret. You'll get to meet her soon enough."

"Here's hoping it's a pleasant meeting." I sighed. "I'm pretty sure more than a few nobles are about to be pissed at me."

"Been there, good luck." The otherworld Issei commented.

"They'll forget their troubles soon enough." The Sitri Heiress assured. "The Maous will be quick to remind them that we have far more pressing concerns."

"Then I guess the only thing to do is pack up and go." Karasuba commented while turning and heading towards her temporary room, her now sleeping Familiar still cradled in her arms. "Good luck at the Games. If you lose, I'll kick your ass." She headed up the stairs then before anyone could make a response.

"It's a shame she can't go." Asia mused aloud. "I bet she would've had a lot of fun."

"Pretty sure her idea of fun would be considered illegal by Rating Game standards." Issei commented. "Anyway, how we gettin' there? Teleportation circle or train?"

"The train." Sona answered while adjusting her glasses. "We have to go through security protocol for the Rating Games. It will also be a good time to iron out any last-minute issues, because once we step off the train, eyes are going to be on us almost wherever we go."

"No surprise there." I commented, "I'm more concerned what Zekram Bael might have up his sleeve."

"His hand's already in play." The student council president revealed. "Your first opponent is Rylan Phenex."

"Phenex?" I parroted. "As in, he's related to Riser Phenex?"

"And Ruval Phenex." Sona added. "Meaning he possesses the power of his family's flames and incredible regenerative abilities. I hope you're ready, Shirou, because your first opponent is an immortal."

I almost smirked.

We'll see about that.

During the Rating Games

"Once, immortals had been real." I proclaimed. "As real as you and me, they roamed this earth and could be found in every land. Gods who existed at the dawn of time, supreme beings that would never end, primordial entities who knew neither pain nor suffering, even omnipotent demons who could not bleed. They were plentiful, those immortals, never needing to fear the touch of death or comprehend the meaning of an end. Then one day, nineteen years ago, they simply stopped existing."

"Nineteen years ago, every undying being lost their immortality. They could no longer escape death's embrace and have learned the meaning of an end. An event occurred which made the immortals no longer untouchable, stripping them of their invulnerability and making it a lie. That event was a birth, my birth. Nineteen years ago, I was born, and on that day, immortality became no more, because there is nothing I cannot kill!"

Won't lie, that was probably one of my better speeches in what turned out to be an exceptionally short match. Rylan Phenex, despite the power of his flames, was not untouchable. I'd demonstrated all that and more in my match against him. Upon advice from Sona to give a good showing, exercising my pride and demonstrating what a Reincarnated Devil was capable of, I went in alone.

One minute and fifty-six seconds later, the match was over. I'd fired Caladbolg at full power into the hillside of my opponent's castle and basically reduced it to rubble in one shot. All but Rylan and two of his Rooks had been retired from the force of the blast. Two Gae Daergs, the Crimson Rose of Exorcism, were more than enough to take them out of the game without even slowing me down.

Then there was Rylan himself. Expectedly, he'd been cocky at first, which was understandable, considering he'd spent more time on his regeneration abilities than his offensive capabilities. Then I'd pulled out Gae Buidhe, the Golden Rose of Mortality. Wounds inflicted by it didn't heal up so easily, even if they were immortal.

And for the coup de grace, I'd pulled out the scythe, Harpe, another immortal-slaying weapon. For a brief instant, Rylan Phenex saw death, true death, and trembled. Naturally, it didn't take much effort to get him to resign after that.

The Rating Games Arena: Just Outside the Entrance

With my point made, I found myself walking down the lengthy path from the arena back to the waiting area. It turned out I wasn't alone.

"So could you explain something to me?" The otherworld Issei asked, appearing from the shadows near the door to the stadium, his identity concealed by a hood. "What exactly does 'gar' mean here in context?" He was currently looking at the message boards for the Rating Games on his phone.

And as usual, he'd discovered something embarrassing I wish I didn't have to explain.

"Maybe, if you explain why this couldn't wait until after I got back to the private box." I responded before continuing to walk forward.

"It's best I'm not in one place for too long right now. Call it paranoia. Nosy people tend to pay attention to private boxes. Nice speech by the way. Didn't think you'd actually try and copy a bit of Gil there."

"Thanks, I guess." I sighed, mentally lamenting the fact that he saw right through what I had been trying to pull off with my announcement to the world. "As for the whole 'gar' thing, it was a typo."

"You mean someone actually meant to say…?" Issei raised an eyebrow.

"Someone meant to type 'I'm gay for Shirou' and typed gar instead. It just caught on and now gar's a thing."

"Guess this world's social media isn't much different from mine, irony notwithstanding." The otherworlder shrugged. "Wonder what weird thing will catch on next because I can already tell the forums are gonna be buzzing about you for a… while."

The reason for his sudden pause was the appearance of another figure blocking the door leading out of the stadium. It was a young man with dark green hair and squinted eyes, adorned in very expensive clothing consisting of a white cape with furred edges and a silk suit with red cuffs. He currently had a smile on his face, but it wasn't the sort that gave you a welcoming feeling.

"Greetings, Shirou Emiya." The stranger began. "You look surprisingly well considering you just finished a match."

"It was one of the easier fights I've had in the last few weeks." I revealed. "You haven't been waiting here the whole time, have you?"

"I wanted to speak with you as soon as possible in a private location." He explained. "Regretfully, that means I couldn't view the results of the match, but this particular area will still suffice for resolving my current issue."

"You mean your sad attempt at dressing like a high-class pimp." Issei noted with genuine pity in his voice. "I'm afraid no amount of fashion advice is gonna fix that problem."

While I did agree that the guy wasn't particularly intimidating, I couldn't help but suspect that there was another reason why Issei was tearing into him so harshly right off the bat. Did they meet in his world?

"Charming." The stranger frowned before turning his attention back to me. "But speaking of manners, I should introduce myself. I am Diodora Astaroth of the Astaroth Clan, perhaps you've heard of me."

"Oh." A deadpan expression formed on my face. "You're Ajuka's little brother. You should know he doesn't have a lot of pleasant things to say about you."

"Wait, that Diodora Astaroth?" Issei interrupted the green-haired youth before he could speak, pulling up his phone again and swiping the screen with his thumb. "As in, Diodora the Explorer?"

"H-How in the world do you know about that annoying nickname?!" Diodora barked, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"It's what everyone calls you in the forums for the tournament. Most rank your odds of making even to the quarter-finals as a crap-shoot. Bottom-quarter odds at best. Not much expectation from you other than any unknown tricks your brother might have given out of suspected pity. Their words, not mine." The otherworlder gave a careless shrug, never looking away from his phone.

"Of course I… wait, bottom quarter? What are you talking about? I'm in the top third of the official rankings!" Apparently, even nobility couldn't turn away from gambling statistics that contradicted their own.

"You mean the 'official rankings' that everyone and their mother acknowledges is whored out worse than the Grammys and Emmys combined?" Issei looked at the noble with a dead expression.

Ouch. Even I felt that one.

"Other than how unenthusiastic your reception is, most of the gossip about you is full of unpleasant things like that stalker vibe you apparently give off. Jumping at the bit at one of the MVP's of the show behind the scenes in a private area doesn't exactly help your case. Which begs the question, why are you here?"

"Ah yes." Diodora regained his composure quickly, clearly thankful to steer the conversation away from his apparently abysmal public reputation. "As mentioned, I came to resolve an issue. That issue is you, Shirou Emiya."

"Pretty sure I haven't done anything to you." I tilted my head, more confused than anything. "And I know I haven't done anything to anger Ajuka. He likes having me around to test some of his new gadgets."

"Oh, but you see, you in fact have committed one offense that I consider unforgivable." Diodora revealed pompously. "You have stolen something most precious to me: Asia Argento."

My eyes narrowed at the way he said her name, like he was talking about an object instead of a person. "I found Asia and gave her a home after she left the Church." I recounted. "I don't recall her ever mentioning you."

"I'm certain she did." The Pure-Blooded Devil insisted. "I was the injured Devil she treated with her Sacred Gear."

"Oh, that was you." I realized as, of all things, a small but wicked smile formed on my face. "Now it all makes sense. You had some half-baked scheme to trick her into going with you. That plan was doomed from the start."

"What do you mean?" Diodora raised an eyebrow. "I was injured, she was the only one—"

"Don't even try." I cut him off. "Despite her personality, Asia's not an idiot, especially not when it comes to wounds. She's seen countless injuries during her time with the Church, even put pieces of a man's brain back into his skull to make sure he healed correctly. She knew your 'wounds' were self-inflicted right from the start and would've turned down any offer you made immediately."

"Did she really do brain surgery, or did she just heal the wounds with her Sacred Gear?" Issei asked skeptically, the medical student in him coming to the surface. "There's a difference between the two."

"Straight surgery from what I know; she said it was fun." I revealed. "Not nerve-wracking or scary or gross. But fun. I'm pretty sure I never want her to be the one doing surgery on me."

"Great, on the one hand I want to know how much genuine medical knowledge and experience she has." The otherworlder shivered. "On the other, I'm afraid to find out what sort of messed up approaches and habits she's made in her doctoral practices. Wouldn't be surprised if she ever tried to make soup broth out of the sterilized containment water."

"Sterilized… what?"

"Proper open-brain surgery involves keeping the removed skull pieces in boiling water to keep it clean during the operation. It smells like chicken broth after a while."

Well, that was certainly a medical fact I could have done without. "For everyone's sake, don't ask her." The last thing we needed was to find out or accidentally tempt my Bishop into any form of cannibalism.

"Why do you think I said I was scared?"

"DON'T IGNORE ME!" Diodora yelled, having been completely forgotten. "You have committed a grave offense against a noble, a member of a family that's part of the 72 Pillars! Don't pretend like it's a small matter!"

"You don't seem to realize whom you're talking to." I deadpanned. "I've been called one of the strongest Reincarnated Devils, I am the Queen of Serafall Leviathan, and the one who brought Sirzechs Lucifer to his knees in a bout. To call you a small matter would be giving you more credit than you deserve because a small matter implies I might actually have to put the slightest bit of effort into dealing with you."

"So what are you feeling for lunch? I passed by a good-looking shawarma place on the third floor that smelled like they did not skimp on the garlic sauce." Issei had already completely dismissed the current situation as a non-issue.

"You disrespectful little cur!" Diodora yelled as green magical energy erupted from his body. "You think anyone believes you actually put up a fight against a Maou?! Anyone who knows anything would realize it was a farce to make Serafall Leviathan look good! You're just a convenient fake to get people off her back for not having a Peerage!"

A large green magic circle appeared behind him with energy building up for a spell that would do considerable damage if unleashed.

Neither Issei nor I were bothered by it in the slightest, barely giving the thing a second glance.

"You know," I spoke with a kind smile while discreetly tracing a curved black dagger, "I've been called a fake before, so that doesn't really bother me. But insulting my King and threatening my friend, that's a line you shouldn't have crossed."

"You're the one who'll regret crossing your superiors!" Diodora yelled as he readied to fire. I instinctively reinforced my body and casually picked out where I wanted to slash first. Then, just as I was about to move…

Chack. Chack.

"BOOST!"

"Cover your ears." Issei ordered firmly while holding up his phone towards the little shit.

"Like a gold ring in a pig's snout is a beautiful woman who shows no discretion."

The device broadcasted a woman's, admittedly very beautiful, voice reading Bible verses. Almost immediately, Diodora's magic disappeared as he clutched the sides of his head and collapsed to his knees in pain.

"Better to live in a desert than with a quarrelsome and nagging wife."

Wait, what? That was actually part of the Bible?

"You… you bastards." The noble sneered. "How are… you able to stand this?"

"I'm not a Devil." The Sekiryuutei explained after lowering the volume on the phone a bit. "As for Shirou, he was smart enough to… the hell man?! I told you to cover your ears!"

"Give beer to one who is dying, and wine to one whose life is bitter."

"Oh right." I finally complied, putting my hands to my ears with slight difficult on my right due to still holding a highly dangerous dagger in my hand.

"Happy is he who takes your little ones and dashes them against the rocks."

Okay, seriously, where the hell does it say THAT in the Bible?!

Both of us pretended to ignore the little shit that was practically foaming at the mouth and curled up in a fetal position on the floor in front of us.

"I, you, no, forget it, it's too late." Issei sighed and turned to me while shutting off the phone. "That was a recording of Gabriel reciting passages. Enhanced at that. Overpowered or not, it should've had you at least covering your ears and nursing your head like a bad hangover by now. What gives?"

I sighed while lowering my hands. "To be perfectly honest, no idea." I answered truthfully. "I was given a cross that didn't burn me so I did some testing. I attended a service, got doused with holy water, blessed by a priest, and not a single one of them affected me. It might have something to do with me being from another world but for some reason Illya's still vulnerable to it." I paused for a moment. "Wait, how did you manage to get a recording of a Seraph saying all that?"

"I cashed in a favor." The otherworlder shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. "You told anyone about this?"

"Been debating about it but haven't outright told anyone yet." I revealed, "It's not that I don't trust Serafall but if Ajuka figures out I'm immune to holy stuff, well, who knows what that mad scientist might do?"

Neither of us were worried about Dio-whatever spreading the rumor. It wasn't liable to be believed without proof, and judging by the idiot's reputation, neither was he.

"Fair point." Issei admitted, "there are more than a few people down here who'd love to get their hands on that kind of immunity."

"Hey!" Diodora spat and panted, having gotten back to his feet but not without messing up his pressed clothes and over-styled hair. "We're not done here. You just stay out of the way, church scum!"

"Bitch, do I look like an altar boy?" Issei snorted. "I'm the only reason you're still alive right now. If you kept on running your mouth, Shirou would have killed you before you had a chance of setting off your light show. Just leave now while you still have some semblance of dignity."

"You think you can—" He paused, his eyes widening once Issei pulled his hood back. "No, you, you're the one who… fought against all four Maous?"

"I guess. Fought is a pretty loose term for what really happened." The Sekiryuutei yawned. "Anyways, Shirou here happens to be a good friend of mine. So if you go against him, you're not only going against his Peerage and Serafall Leviathan, you're going against a dragon. With a phone."

He held up the phone again, his finger hovering over the button.

"Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus."

The moment he touched it, Diodora let out a high-pitched shriek and fell backwards onto the ground, unconscious.

"Ironic how Ajuka's brother of all people folded so easily in the face of technology." Said dragon with a phone chuckled in mild amusement.

"That was less climatic than I hoped it would be." I commented while dismissing the dagger in my hand. "But I guess it's probably best that I don't kill one of Ajuka's siblings right now."

"It's the only reason I even thought it was worth stepping in." Issei shrugged, "Ajuka's one of the guy's we're counting on to get me home, so best not give him something else to deal with right now. Or a real reason to screw me over. That said, how funny do you think it'll be for him to hear Dildora Asstomouth shit himself?"

"Might be the most entertaining thing he's heard all week." I admitted before smelling something else. "By the way, I think the phone you got just fried."

The otherworlder looked at the tool, noting the dead screen and small amount of smoke coming from it.

"Oh yeah, that happens." He waved off the broken device as a non-issue. "I got a collection of burner phones for this sort of thing. Most tend to target the things once they know some of the tricks I can do with 'em, and my habit of taking blackmail pictures. But even when they aren't taken out by others, the Boosting typically destroys them after a few… ah dammit."

"What?" I dared to ask.

"That was the phone that had pictures of Enabler 2.0 in her tracksuit and I forgot to back them up." Issei's head drooped in disappointment.

"Oh." I tried not to sigh in relief. "You can probably get more of those before we go."

"You mean it?" A now teary-eyed Issei asked.

"You need a souvenir or two, right?" I pointed out. "I can probably help with that. Now let's go, we've still got some time before I've got escort duty."

"Escort duty?" He raised an eyebrow. "I thought I was your assigned escort duty?"

"You were, but Serafall and Ajuka just gave me one more." I revealed. "I gotta escort Riser Phenex to his match against Rias just in case Sirzechs tries something."

"Oh, gotta appear neutral and all that." Issei caught onto the implications rather quickly before frowning. "The weeb and everyone were acting off lately back home. I wouldn't be surprised if something similar was set up there, and if it is…"

I shrugged, pretending to ignore just how much the revelation bothered him. There was clearly more to the situation that he wasn't telling me that probably further complicated things on his side. "Maybe you can find a way to deal with what's happening in your world while you're here."

"I might take some notes." He absently shrugged. "Still, my condolences. I've dealt with Riser before, and it's a pain in the ass putting up with someone who speaks in third person."

"Third Person?" I parroted in confusion. "Your Riser speaks in the third person?"

"Yours doesn't?" Issei raised an eyebrow in equal bewilderment.

"No, he talks in first person like everyone else?"

"Oh no." Issei's face paled. "It's an IMPOSTER! Quick! Go and check his inner left thigh for a birthmark that looks like a sad potato to see if it's just an imitation or possession! Nobody ever expects the sad potato!"

And that was the start of another headache, this time for someone unrelated to our little group. But the bigger surprise was who would have the bigger headache in the next match.

Omake: Who's Familiar is That?!

A Short Distance from the Beach House

"Again, I apologize for my behavior." Tiamat, thankfully in human form, bowed her head. "It's been centuries since such a scent has attracted me."

"Since no one got hurt it's probably best we just forget this whole thing." I suggested, rubbing the back of my head while glancing in the direction of Issei and Sona, the former thankfully standing behind the bush he'd somehow miraculously conjured while the Sitri heiress stood a few feet in front with her back to him. "Now, we should probably get back inside and get some clothes for our friend."

"While we're at it, should we check for little capes." Karasuba spoke up, drawing everyone's attention. "This little guy's got his own wardrobe."

We all directed our gazes downward to a white, long-eared, squirrel-like creature who was currently resting in her arms. And yes, he did indeed have a little blue cape on.

"Fou." The little creature squeaked in what we assumed was a greeting.

"Of all the familiars, something cuddly and fluffy was the last thing I expected you to choose." Sona commented while adjusting her glasses.

"Depends, are we allowed to have more than one Familiar?" The grey-haired girl asked. "Also, what's wrong with porn-monger over there?"

We all shifted our gazes to see "the bush currently known as Issei", which had a look of utter shock in the form of horrified bloodshot eyes bugging out from the leaves.

"P-Primate… Murder." He squeaked out before apparently foaming at the mouth so viciously that the bush he was hiding in began to drown in bubbles as though it had been stuck in a carwash.

"Oh for the love all that is holy." Sona barely noticed the usual pain due to how annoyed she currently was. "Now we have to carry him back!" And judging by her tone, she was not about to volunteer for the job until someone got him some pants.

At the very least, it only took her a few minutes to remember that she could teleport him at will, removing the need to carry him anywhere.

She decided to drop him into the lake to clean off.

We discovered shortly afterwards that there were four hydras living in it.

And at last the Rating Games have begun! For those wondering about Shirou's match, it basically played out the same as it did in ADLH, so check it out there if you'd like the full version. As for the Omake, it's a non-canon alternate take on the reveal of Fou. So feel free to leave a comment or review about what you liked/disliked or if you've got any neat ideas for future chapters! Also, see about becoming a patron for exclusive content. Last thing, stop in next time as Rias and her peerage take center stage and her mysterious pawn is finally revealed! 'Til then.