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Ever since Minato became a God Slayer, he'd absorbed all kinds of knowledge.
One of those things? Horseback riding.
So, even though he'd never actually ridden a horse before, he was already on a master level.
His eyes were full of focus.
Before you ride a horse, you gotta tame it first.
Anyone with experience knows—if the horse isn't properly broken in, the ride's gonna be rough, maybe even dangerous.
But Minato, being a God Slayer, didn't have to worry about stuff like that.
In fact, he had to hold back, just to avoid accidentally killing the poor horse while taming it.
But once he got a feel for the horse's limits, everything became smooth sailing.
The Next Morning!
Bright and early!
Yuri Mariya dragged herself into the dining room, totally out of it.
She felt like an idiot.
She actually thought what happened last night was just her imagination.
That voice... it had to be that Erika lady, right?
But man, the volume was just way too loud.
She didn't sleep a wink all night.
And the most embarrassing part? While listening to those sounds... she actually...
Aaaaahhhh!!!
Yuri shook her head violently, trying to erase everything that happened last night from her memory.
"You look like you didn't sleep well, Miss Mariya,"
Utaha greeted her with a polite smile. "But since you're living here now, I'm sure you'll get used to it soon."
"Eh?"
Yuri stared at her blankly.
She glanced around at the others in the room.
Everyone else looked... surprisingly refreshed.
And... they all acted like this was totally normal.
How—how could this kind of thing ever be normal!?
She screamed internally, feeling like her whole worldview had been flipped upside down.
Did she make a huge mistake by agreeing to live here?
She sighed softly, but in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but replay the events of last night.
And just like that, her face turned bright red again.
Meanwhile, Erika was lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. Her golden hair was spread out all around her.
"Ugh…"
She moved a little. Her whole body ached.
Even with the help of divine blessings, she couldn't match him at all.
Minato looked at Erika, smiling faintly.
Gotta admit, for someone still in her "newbie phase," Erika was seriously strong.
But unfortunately for her…
He was a cheat-level God Slayer.
He leaned down and re-applied her blessings before slowly getting up.
Stretching lazily as sunlight streamed through the window—
In the next moment—
A glowing magic circle lit up beneath his feet.
It was time.
Another summoning from a different world had arrived.
Underground Base.
In a minimalist room…
Clara, with damp hair hanging over her shoulders, skimmed through the latest research report, her eyes full of boredom.
She never liked any of this stuff.
Her eternal life was getting more and more exhausting.
Sighing, she reached for another report.
Then—she froze.
Because tucked inside the report was… a flyer.
An actual paper flyer, with an extremely detailed and refined magic circle drawn on it—completely out of place with the cheap material.
"This base is getting sloppy... how'd something like this end up inside a research file?"
But then…
"A wish-granting circle, huh?"
Clara muttered softly, almost to herself, while staring at the magic circle. A small smile tugged at her lips.
"If demons really do exist… they'd go perfectly with someone like me—a witch. Come on, then. Answer my call."
With that, she casually tossed the flyer toward the trash bin.
She'd never believed in this kind of thing.
She'd lived for a thousand years—if demons were real, she would've met one already.
But then—suddenly—the flyer stopped mid-air.
It didn't fall into the trash.
It just… hovered there.
Buzz!
A magic circle spun into existence, pulsing outward.
"What the hell?"
Clara stared, completely stunned.
No way… is this for real?
Then, a voice echoed through the room:
"Looks like you're the one who summoned me."
As the words faded, Minato slowly stepped out from the magic circle.
"A… a demon?"
Clara was in total shock.
If this hadn't been the most heavily protected area in the entire base—
She'd think someone was playing an elaborate prank on her.
But no. This was really happening.
Clara was still processing it all, while Minato casually sized her up.
The moment he laid eyes on her, he immediately understood what world he'd been summoned to.
Compared to him, this place was like a max-level player walking into a beginner's village—no challenge at all.
Still, he was curious about those research materials… Would they yield a lot of origin points?
"So, Mr. Demon, are you done staring yet?"
Clara pulled her legs in and tightened the sash on her bathrobe, though she still unintentionally revealed a little bit of soft, fair skin...
"Well, that's not my fault. You did choose a pretty inconvenient time to summon me, y'know?"
Minato smirked, holding out his hands playfully.
Stare.
Clara narrowed her eyes at him and smiled. "You should be grateful I'm the one who summoned you. Otherwise, you'd be surrounded by security guards right now."
Despite her words, she wasn't angry.
She stood up naturally, calmly buttoned up her robe, and sat down on the couch, gazing at Minato.
Just like he said—it was her own fault for not picking the right time.
She couldn't blame him.
Besides… demons were way too intriguing.
She gave him a once-over, then asked with a slight smile, "This might sound a little forward, but... Mr. Demon, can you prove who you are?"
"Of course."
Minato nodded.
With a soft ripping sound, a pair of demonic wings burst from the back of his school uniform.
"Well? Satisfied now?"
"…I can't believe it. So the legends were actually true?"
Clara's face showed mixed emotions.
If demons really existed, then what did that make her, a witch?
Still… this demon felt different from the ones in the stories.
She blinked, clearly confused.
Weren't demons supposed to be hideous and evil?
But Minato… was handsome. And he was wearing a school uniform.
It was… weirdly charming.
"By the way, do you still have your first kiss?"
"…What?"
Clara blinked, stunned.
"I mean it literally," Minato said, staring at her seriously.
He needed to confirm the timeline.
Clara.'s mouth twitched.
This demon… felt kinda sketchy.
But yes, of course she still had her first kiss.
Even when she was granted Geass, the nun didn't kiss her—she used a special ritual instead.
But…
Why would he ask that?
Wait… could it be that demons require their summoners to be pure?
Well, if that's the case, she definitely qualifies.
In a thousand years, this was probably the first time she'd ever been eyed up by anyone—even if it was just a demon.
"....."