"O-****... Yo a****? "
"Huh?" Asta regained a little conscious and felt a voice chipping away at his quality sleep.
He noticed it and found it somewhat familiar and thought to himself, "should I look around? " However the next second he closed his eyes once again, choosing to sleep instead.
But the person speaking saw his reaction. Their mood turning sour before the deafening silence was broken by a quick Clap noise
Before he knew it, Asta was jolted awake by a painful slap right to his face. His cheek now swollen red as he began looking around fanatically.
"You sure take your time sleeping, don't you? "
"At least let me sleep in peace, Liebe! I am tired!" Asta retorted the insult.
"SO AM I...! LOOK AROUND YOU , YOU MORON! " Liebe used a full reverse.
Asta did what liebe asked and began looking around. Soon he figured out the situation he was, but failed to comprehend what was going on.
He was in the landscape of the grimoire or his own mind, it could be either. But what shocked Asta was the state it was in.
There was the same crimson sky but the ground was now cracked and a figure surrounded by golden light was running rampant, destroying everything in his sight.
Even Liebe himself was hiding from it, not because it was threatening, but because it was Asta's problem and not his own.
"That thing appeared and has been annoying me for days. It's been seven days and you want me to wait for your quality sleep?" Liebe was angry, his voice carrying a tone of extreme hostility and dissatisfaction that struck like bullet.
However, as much Asta wanted to do something, he needed to figure out what exactly was going on before he could do anything. Leaving him no choice but to bring out the system.
"System... What's that thing?"
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[That's newly acquired racial trait: Angel blood]
Asta gets confused visibly, " that's a trait? When did I get something like thaaaatt... *realisation hits* Don't tell me it's from the heart."
[Affirmative. The trait needs to be either controlled or overtaken just like the initial process for the trait half-devil unless host wants to go through another possession]
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"*sigh *Fine... I will get it done." Asta said exhaustingly as he stood up to his feet and turned.
He began walking forward with slow steps, the sound of his footsteps echoing until they gathered the trait's attention.
A normal person can't actually go into their inner mind, the only exception to this was using magic or having something trying intrude into a person's head.
This was obviously the latter, however Asta had no worries and treated his enemy as more of a nuisance than a threat.
"Let's just get this done with, *begans stretching* I killed you before, this time won't be any different."
Like a living phantom, Asta appears behind the trait's manifestation and delivers a spinning knee to it's face before delivering a overwhelming full circle Elbow hit to its chest.
The attack staggered the manifestation, leaving it stunned in its spot. Before long Asta conjured a katana from his memories, using a normal downward strike to decapitate the manifestation.
The manifestation died in a instant, the previous imprint of Osersia and the shattered remanant of her soul being vanquished in nothing.
The trait shattered, desolving into Asta's mindscape before being devoured by his soul. Then a sensation came, a sensation Asta felt was akin to drinking, just like gulping down a bottle of bitter water.
Before he knew it Asta's conscious returned back to reality.
Soon, Asta found himself sitting upright on a sheet of cold metal.
"... What a good way to ruin my sleep... I better go freshen up. I have to understaaaa— AhhHHH! "
Shivers, literally Shivers ran down Asta spine as he jumped away in haste with a terrified expression that was pale as hell.
He looked forward, his eyes stuck to the place where he was sleeping a moment ago. There was someone there, not Conrad, not anybody he knew but rather a girl that looked a little familiar that was snoring very loud.
She was wearing a sort of extra large white military clothing that was much bigger than her body. Her pink hair hanging down the block of metal she was sleeping on.
She was then awoken by sudden movements of Asta, her drowzy eyes lazily shifting towards Asta as she raises up to sit and yawns while stretching.
"Took you long enough. We were getting worried for, Asta, We thought you weren't going to wake up again. " The girl said in relieved tone before standing back up to her feet.
However Asta was going through what could be best described as mental grinder of anxiety, shame and confusion.
He points finger at the girl, raising his voice as he began yelling, "WHO ARE YOU??! WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING NEAR ME!!?"
"Huh? You can't even recognize your friend? I carried you on my shoulded for a hour you know." The girl calmly replied. "Those other three threw this nursing work on me and I felt a little sleepy so dont mind it."
" Other three? friend? " Asta scanned his mind for clues, " Pink hair and that familiar uniform... Wizard queen Princia? "
Princia gives a thumbs up, "Correct!"
The situation had just turned from awkward to pure disbelief. It looks to Asta that there were a lot of questions he needed to figure out after his deep sleep.
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A few minutes later, Asta was sitting on a pentagram shaped table while four figures sat on the other seats.
It was the four wizard kings, with a just a little tweaking in the appearance of three among them.
Princia and Jester now looked similar in Age to Asta and Edward looked like a 30 year old man who just took up the post of teacher.
"So let me get this straight... I have been in a sleep for a week since the fight with Osersia, correct?" Asta questions.
"Correct." Conrad replies with a stoic face.
"And while I was out cold, you brought me back to the Ancient city where you found Princia, Jester and Edward stuck unconsciously in a large glass tubes filled with a newly formed body for each of them to live in? ." Asta questioned again.
"Correct. It was a good experience, felt I was being massaged. " Prinica replied this time.
...
SLAM!!!
" THE HECK YOU MEAN CORRECT, YOU WIERDOS!? " Asta takes a few breaths to calm himself, "phew... Anything else? *gives Princia a side eye* maybe a reason you were sleeping beside me?"
The other wizard kings immediately backed off from the table alongside their metal chairs, leaving only princia under the Disgusted gaze of Asta.
The room was filled with silence and the sound of sweat falling down from Princia's forehead.
She wanted to avoid this, however a single wrong answer and she wouldn't be able to recover from this. The wizard queen slowly looks up, tightening her resolve as she said a single sentence:
"I wanted a partner, a sparing partner. "
"Eh?"
"Eh?"
"Ehhhh?"
The three wizard kings look down, each of then having a different expression. Jester's mouth was covered as he laughed in a muffled voice , Conrad with shaking his head sideways while covering his eyes in shame from not figuring this out before, And Edward was hiding scornful and disgusted image he had just formed of Princia.
Meanwhile Asta was just flabbergasted in spot, his mind completely blanked out as he felt his blood pressure rising up on its own.
He looked into Princia's eyes, breaking the determination in them with a single look, "You slept with a person... Just to ask them to be your sparing partner? "
"But—"
"No buts!" Asta cut Princia's word, "You are over a dozen years older than me! Do you know how shocking it is to wake up and find a girl sleeping beside you when you have been single all your life!? At least tr—"
A hand creeps up to Asta's shoulder, Conrad's hand. He looks into Asta's eyes like a ghost, scaring him for a moment.
"You didn't read history, did you?"
"Eh?" Asta gets confused from the question, "not really. Why are you asking?"
Conrad sighs, "I figured... Come with me for a moment."
The wizard king led Asta out of the chamber while keeping his hand around shoulder.
The moment they were outside, Conrad looks at Asta with a dead-fish's expression, giving him slight chills before he begans telling him something from history.
"Do you know what Princia was like before she died?"
Asta had no answer so Conrad continues. "She was a battle maniac, so obsessed with fighting that she turned down thousands of admirers who asked for her hand in marriage. However that didn't mean she wanted to stay single, do you know why?"
"I don't. Do you?" Asta questioned back.
Conrad looks him dead serious in the eyes, "The books said she wanted a someone strong enough to match her insanity, someone who could grow as fast as her in battle. "
The weight of the words slowly begans sinking in, their impact accompanied by imaginary winds rampaging winds and thunder appearing in Asta's mind.
"You don't mean...?" Asta asked with a terrified expression.
"It's unfortunate but, Princia decided her battle buddy will be her spouse. And regretfully, she has chosen you. "
BOOM!
The imaginary clouds cackle down with a barrage of thunder, leaving Asta questioning his own life within a moments notice.
He has never been expected someone to propose to him, not a former Wizard king
That had became young again.
The shocked Asta immediately slumped down his knees, a " I am fucked" Expression plastered upon his face as he looked down at his reflection in the metal floor.
He could only imagine the chaos that was going to start in his life now. He was already struggling with how to deal with Mimosa and Noelle's emotions towards him and now that small hole of worry had became a death pit.
However little did he know. the shenanigans won't stop here, since this is just the trailer.
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< vol 2 is done, we moving to three>