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"Normal speech" people talking.

'Normal thought' people thinking.

"Ddraig" Ddraig or other dragons speaking.

'Ddraig/ Other Dragon thought' Ddraig/ other Dragons thinking.

System speaking

"Jutsu/ Magic" is being used.

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Chapter 12

Resolution

As Henry's fingers danced across the interface with intense focus, the atmosphere in Paradise grew thick with the electricity of raw data being syphoned. The system, pushed to its limits by the anomaly, flickered wildly, its essence caught in the throes of transformation.

Beneath them, the very ground of Paradise began to tremble, a testament to the magnitude of the errors clashing and converging within the system's core. It isn't just a mere fixing of data; it is a complete overhaul, a rebirth under the skilled hands of the enigmatic technician.

Suddenly, the system flared to life, its light piercing through the turmoil. The serene landscape of Paradise is now shaking violently, a visual echo of the immense power at work to iron out the creases of digital chaos.

In the midst of the tumult, a pop-up materialised in front of Aurva. It is an ominous window, pulsating with an eerie purple hue,

Notice. Gamer, do you acknowledge and accept the modifications Techie Henry made? The pop up read.

Aurva raised his eyes to meet Henry's, searching for some semblance of reassurance. But all he found was an innocent expression plastered on the technician's serene face, a look that belied the gravity of the situation. The innocence in Henry's eyes is as perplexing as the chaos that has just occurred.

And there Aurva stood, at the precipice of decision, the System awaiting his approval, and the ground beneath him still echoing with the remnants of digital upheaval. Amidst the raging echoes, Aurva stood still, a whirlpool of suspicion and unease churning within him. He couldn't shake off the gnawing sensation that Henry, with his oscillating moods and unnerving smirk, did make 'some' system adjustments.

Every fiber of Aurva's being screamed caution against the techie's unassuming demeanour. The way Henry's mood shifted like quicksilver, his attitude veering from jovial to menacing in a heartbeat, raised red flags in Aurva's mind. It was like trying to read a book with half the pages torn out - frustrating and ominous.

Yet, Aurva was acutely aware of his limited options. He had been cornered into a situation where accepting Henry's modifications was the only way forward. The necessity of it didn't sit well with him, but he knew better than to let his guard down. The system, now laced with Henry's cryptic adjustments, is a double-edged sword he has to wield with utmost caution.

Resolute, Aurva mentally braced himself. He wouldn't let the unknown pitfalls set by Henry deter him. Instead, he would use them as stepping stones. He is determined to turn every obstacle into an opportunity, every setback into a setup for a comeback, every limitation he was given a source of power.

With a deep breath, Aurva steeled his resolve. No matter what Henry and the Master has schemed or how the system has changed, Aurva is ready to face it head-on. He would adapt, evolve, and rise above every challenge. The road ahead might be filled with unforeseen trials, but Aurva is prepared to conquer them all, turning adversity into his crucible of strength.

And so with the greatest resolve, he reached out towards the screen, his future unclear but determination burning, the resolution of his action holding the weight of untold consequences he is ready to face.

With a deep breath, Aurva clicked the 'accept' prompt. The weight of potential consequences seemed to press against his skin, heavy with the gravity of what this decision might bring. With a firm press, his choice was made — he accepted the changes.

In the moments that followed, the violent tremors of Paradise began to subside, a calm settling over the virtual landscape as the system assimilated the new directions. The eerie purple faded to a more stable glow, a sign of the anomaly's resolution.

As the last remnants of the quaking ceased, Henry's face broke into a satisfied smile, one that spoke volumes of the success of his work. The relief was palpable, shared silently between the occupants of this digital realm. The once-threatening cascade of errors was now a footnote in the system's history, a crisis averted by the combination of Aurva's decision and Henry's expertise.

As Henry's smile lingered, a token of a job well done, Aurva could feel the firm ground of certainty under his feet once more, the chaotic dance of the system's near-collapse now just a memory in the calm after the storm.

Taking his cue, Aurva spoke in a firm tone, "I have a few requests." he started, trying his best to come up with a good explanation to get some boons. "As you know, I was born as Issei, but due to Shapeshifting, I can be in this form. If Wood Style is removed, then I can't maintain a clone and that will be a problem,"

Henry's demeanour shifted to one of attentiveness as Aurva presented his concern. "I see," Henry mused, "the issue with the cloning – it's a delicate matter, maintaining two distinct identities, especially in a closely-knit environment like Kuoh."

Aurva watched him, the seriousness of his request hanging in the air. "I need to ensure that Aurva and Issei can coexist without interference. It's... complicated," Aurva explained further, hoping to underline the importance of this dual existence.

Henry pondered the complexity of Aurva's request, his expression reflecting the intricate nature of the system's capabilities. "Allowing a parallel existence within the same reality is not uncommon, I can allow 1 parallel existence," Henry finally said. "However, there's a catch."

Aurva's focus sharpened he knew this won't be easy, attentive to the conditions that would come with such an unconventional arrangement.

"The skills you possess can indeed be shared between the two bodies, Aurva and Issei," Henry continued, his tone serious. "But there's a limitation: only one body can actively use these skills at any given time. While one is utilising a skill, the other will be unable to access it."

Henry's fingers glided over the console, inputting the necessary commands to facilitate this unique feature. "This balance ensures that the system's resources are not overtaxed, maintaining stability across both identities."

Aurva absorbed the information, understanding the delicate balance that would need to be maintained. This solution presented a strategic advantage, yet it required precise timing and coordination between his two selves and he knew he can access Ddraig either way as he is a sentient entity.

"So, when Issei is in the spotlight, using a skill, Aurva will be, in a sense, offline in terms of that skill, and vice versa," Henry clarified, making sure the rules were clear.

"That's an acceptable compromise," Aurva agreed, already formulating strategies on how to best navigate this constraint.

Henry gave a nod of satisfaction. "Very well, I'll finalise these settings. Remember, this is a unique case—use this opportunity wisely."

With the parameters set, Aurva felt a renewed sense of control over his circumstances. This dual existence is a powerful tool in his arsenal, one that, if managed correctly, could significantly amplify his influence in both the supernatural and the human realms.

As he worked, Henry raised an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and scepticism on his face. "No class? That's quite the oversight for someone who's been manipulating the system to such an extent."

Aurva, caught off guard by his own neglect, could only offer a sheepish grin in response. Class is a prime aspect he had overlooked amidst the chaos of his journey.

With a resigned sigh, Henry continued, "You realise that choosing a class is a fundamental step in defining your path within the system. It shapes the trajectory of your growth, the skills you acquire, and how you interact with the world. Without a class, you're essentially a jack-of-all-trades and master of none."

Aurva's mind raced. He knew this is his last chance as the System is still under maintenance and Henry is his best guy to get help from. "Is there a way to rectify this?" Aurva inquired, hoping for a loophole.

"I'm afraid once the maintenance concludes, the system will solidify your current state. That means no class selection, and the subsequent growth limitations that come with it," Henry explained, his tone carrying the finality of the situation.

Seeing that he still had time, Aurva jumped in. His gaze met Henry's, a flicker of earnest appeal in his eyes. "Henry, I have a particular interest in the crafting of potions. Though I don't need them due to my very high regen, it's a vital skill, one that could tip the scales in many scenarios," he began, his voice steady but insistent. Little did he know his off-handed comment will change the tides of the skill. "However, I don't want to be an Alchemist. That class doesn't align with my nature or combat style."

He took a step forward, his posture straightening as he continued, "I see myself as a warrior, a mage who wields magic as deftly as a sword. I'm a fighter at heart, someone who thrives in the thick of battle, not behind the scenes mixing concoctions."

Henry listened, his expression unreadable. Aurva pressed on, "I understand the value of Alchemy, but I believe my talents and my path should be geared towards a more direct form of engagement. The ability to create potions should be an asset, not a defining trait."

Aurva's plea was clear; he sought the flexibility to craft these life-saving elixirs without being confined to the Alchemist class's strictures. His words painted the picture of a versatile combatant, one who blended the arcane with the martial, and whose journey required the freedom to traverse the battlefield as a dynamic force.

The underlying message was simple: Aurva wanted the benefits of Alchemy, but not at the expense of his identity as a magic-user and a fighter. It is a request for versatility, for the breadth of skills without the sacrifice of depth in his chosen area of expertise. The silent room awaited Henry's response, the air thick with the weight of Aurva's aspirations.

Henry pondered Aurva's request, the wheels turning in his head as he considered the implications. 'If he doesn't want high regen, who am I to object?' after a moment, he nodded, conceding to the proposal with a practical solution. "Alright, I'll grant you a specialised version of the Alchemist class," he said. "It'll be tailored for potion proficiency alone. This way, you can craft your potions without being tethered to the full scope of Alchemy."

With the matter of the potions settled Henry's focus shifted to Aurva's combat orientation. "Now, as for your combat class," he began, pulling up a holographic list that floated in the air between them. "Given your affinity for magic and direct confrontation, I have a few suggestions that should complement your style."

The list shimmered with various class names, each resonating with potential and power. Aurva's eyes scanned the options, each one promising a unique path forward:

Class - Magus

Subclasses -

- Battlemage: A class that excels in weaving spells into physical combat, offering a balanced approach to warfare.

- Spellblade: A warrior who infuses their weapons with magical energy and can cast spells through their swordplay.

- Warlock: A magic-user who makes pacts for power, gaining abilities that could bend the fabric of reality to their will.

- Sorcerer: A natural spellcaster with an innate connection to magic, allowing for intuitive and potent spellcasting.

- Cryptographer/Code Mage: Uses magical scripts and cyphers to cast spells, with a focus on puzzles and knowledge.

- Blood Mage: Uses their own health as a resource for casting powerful spells, often at great risk.

Each class resonated with a facet of Aurva's desired path, offering him the tools to become a formidable force on the battlefield. Henry watched Aurva's reactions, ready to finalise the selection that would best align with the young gamer's vision of his future self.

Aurva considered the list carefully, turning over each option in his mind. Elena, who had been following the conversation with keen interest, leaned in to offer her perspective. As a magic user herself, her insights are invaluable.

"A Spellblade could enhance your combat style, blending magic and physical prowess. It's versatile," Elena suggested thoughtfully.

Ddraig, silent until now, chimed in, his voice rumbling with approval. "The path of the Spellblade seems fitting. It complements your current abilities and the direction you're heading."

Aurva nodded, feeling the weight of their opinions. Being a shapeshifter, he can create swords anywhere on his body. He also extensively trained his body. The Spellblade class appealed to his strategic sense, promising a synergy between his swordsmanship and his magical abilities. It is a class that didn't just promise power but also the finesse and adaptability he valued.

"Spellblade it is, then," Aurva declared with a decisive nod. "It matches my approach to combat, enhancing my swordplay with magic without the need for extensive rituals or summonings." Not counting Arondight's Noble Phantasm.

Elena smiled, pleased with the decision, and Ddraig let out a grunt of acknowledgement, satisfied with the strategic choice. The trio looked to Henry, who was already preparing to finalise Aurva's class selection, the air around them tingling with the anticipation of the new path being forged.

As Aurva settled on the Spellblade class, Henry's demeanour shifted to that of a lecturer, his eyes alight with the task of elucidating the intricacies of the updated system.

Nodding, Henry accommodated it. Counting this, there are 3 additional skills, though the Alchemist one can be counted as half as Aurva only asked for Potion crafting instead of full capabilities. Making Aurva's total skills 11. Seeing how the end was approaching, Henry turned serious.

"Let me clarify the framework of your new skills," Henry began, his hands gesturing as if he is organising the air before him into sections. "First, we have Core Skills—these are the skills you've chosen to keep. They form the foundation of your abilities and are central to your identity as a Gamer. They are mostly shared between 2 bodies. Unless you want to restrict it." He clarified.

Aurva listened intently, nodding along, his mind already churning over the potential of his core skills.

"Next, we have Unique Skills. These are rare, often powerful abilities that you have acquired or developed over time. They're not as integral as Core Skills but are mostly unique to you in this reality." Henry explained. "If a duplicate exists, then there will be a usage limit." He added.

Henry's explanation is concise, and Aurva could sense the depth of strategy these skills would add to his arsenal.

"Lastly, we have Extra or Intrinsic Skills. These are additional skills you pick up as you progress or innate abilities your race has—skills that are not bound to your class but are rather a result of your experiences and actions. These extra and intrinsic skills are controlled by a Core Skill called Skill Synthesis. You can read more about it in the help menu. It's a backup to make sure such an anomaly doesn't repeat."

Henry paused, ensuring Aurva grasped the full picture. "If even an error occurred, you'll be screwed as well." He said with a ghost of a smile, his face changing into a hungry demon. Aurva sweated bullets. He doesn't want to test that skill. No sir!

"These are the tools at your disposal, the keys to navigating the challenges ahead. Use them wisely and in tandem, and you'll find your path much clearer." Henry concluded returning to his happy-go-lucky persona.

Aurva absorbed the information, already considering how he would utilise this refined system to its utmost potential. With these explanations, he felt a renewed sense of control over his fate, even amidst the unpredictable currents of the world he inhabited.

"Additionally," Henry continued, the tone of his voice indicating the importance of what he was about to say, "I've implemented some crucial tweaks to the system to enhance its stability and your interface with it. These adjustments should mitigate the risk of any further anomalies and streamline your progression."

Aurva's eyebrows raised slightly, intrigued by the mention of these adjustments, aware that even small changes could have significant impacts on his capabilities and strategy.

"The specifics of these tweaks are complex—suffice to say they're designed to optimise the system's performance under a variety of conditions with the help of Skill Synthesis," Henry added a mysterious glint in his eye suggesting there was more to it than he was willing to divulge.

He then shifted to a topic that seemed to carry a particular weight. "Now, about Gluttony," Henry said, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. Aurva was thrown into a loop. What is Gluttony? "It's a... unique skill. It allows the system—and by extension, you—to absorb certain... elements from your environment or from those you defeat. It can be used in many ways." Henry said cheerfully.

Aurva listened closely, sensing that this was a double-edged sword, a powerful feature that if mishandled, could lead to unforeseen consequences and he is sure Henry made it to whip him if he went overboard.

Henry's explanation was deliberately vague, leaving Aurva with a sense of curiosity and caution about this new skill. "Just be mindful of how you employ it. Gluttony is potent and not without its risks," Henry finished with a meaningful look, ensuring Aurva understood the gravity of this tool at his disposal. Aurva is getting a Deja vu of Life Drain now.

With that, Henry seemed to conclude his overview of the updated system. Aurva is left to ponder the possibilities and the hidden depths of what Gluttony could mean for his journey ahead.

Then Henry shifted the conversation to another aspect of the system that Aurva would find crucial, especially considering his tendency to attract complex scenarios. "There's also the Party function," he said. "As you grow stronger and ascend every ten levels, you can add 1 member to your party."

Aurva, who had already been considering alliances and partnerships, recognized the strategic importance of this function immediately.

"Remember, you can have up to seven new members join you. Choose wisely, as each member can bring a unique dynamic to your party, influencing not just battle strategies but also interpersonal relations and narrative developments, not to mention the Contract." Henry advised, his tone implying the depth of the system's social aspect and Aurva almost missed the last part. How many of the System commands has he ignoring all this time?

Aurva nodded, his mind racing with the potential allies he could recruit and the synergies he could create. It is a powerful tool, one that could change the tide of any encounter if leveraged correctly.

"And now, for the price," Henry said, reaching the crux of the matter. With a flick, he activated the final transaction, and the status effect 'Handsy' appeared beside Aurva's list of attributes, its exact nature yet to be revealed but clearly a foreshadowing of complications to come.

As the final moments of negotiation settled, Henry's fingers danced over the ethereal controls of the system interface, finalising the terms of their agreement. With a deft touch, he activated the 'Handsy' status effect, its ramifications unknown but its presence undeniable as it etched itself into Aurva's digital destiny.

With the transaction complete, Henry offered them a nod that was both a farewell and an acknowledgement of the game's ever-turning wheels. "The updates are now installing. Be sure to have some fun with the lovely lady, farewell, Dragon," he announced. In a blink, he was gone, his departure as sudden and enigmatic as his arrival.

The system's voice, a neutral tone, declared the commencement of changes. "Installing updates," it intoned, and with that, the reality seemed to fold in on itself. A brilliant white light enveloped everything, blinding and pure, a canvas reset for the new parameters that would define Aurva's existence.

As the light consumed the space, there was a palpable sense of change — an update to the very fabric of the world around them. Aurva, Elena, and Ddraig were left in the blinding white space, a silence enveloping them as the system recalibrated.

Unknown to himself, Aurva approached Elena with his hands outstretched as if trying to catch something and once he reached Elena, his hands found their price. His hands, as if they had their own mind, squeezed Elena's boobs without concern.

"AURVA-KUN!" Elena moaned in pleasure.

Noticing where his hands are and what they are doing, Aurva's now Gamer's mind-less mind went blank for a second in panic. "I'm sorry Elena. I'm not in control of them." he apologised but his hands continued to grope, squeeze and even spank at random, embarrassing both of them even further.

They are embarrassed not because of the things Aurva is doing, but because they are done without control and on their own. Aurva observed s bar appearing on his HUD and slowly filling as his hands played around with Elena.

Where are they, you ask? They had successfully removed her clothes and 1 hand is now playing with her breasts while the other is moving down to her wet spot. Aurva ejected themselves from Paradise, not wanting to traumatise Ddraig even more.

They landed in their hotel room and soon sounds of happy moans and flesh clapping flesh rippled across the room. Funny how the hands stopped once Elena orgasmed under their minustrations. But the 2 horny lovers couldn't stop the temptation and were at it the whole afternoon. It's their lunch I guess.

Contrary to how Henry thought he would be cursed for the Status Effect, Aurva thanked the 'helpful' techie. Poor sod. If only he knew the true purpose of Handsy. Huhuhuhuhu.

Meanwhile

Kuoh Academy

In the dignified yet welcoming confines of the Occult Research Club room, a veil of uncharacteristic silence hung in the air. The usually vibrant ambience is overshadowed by a palpable tension, the source of which is no secret to the members present. At the epicentre of this emotional maelstrom is Rias Gremory, the club president, whose poised demeanour is eclipsed by a storm of contemplation.

Seated at her customary spot at the head of the room, Rias found herself ensnared in a whirlpool of thoughts. Her crimson hair, usually a fiery testament to her confident persona, seemed to droop in tandem with the weight of the world on her shoulders.

The reality of her impending marriage with Riser, a path she didn't choose, is a heavy burden to bear. Each tick of the clock resonated through the room, echoing the narrowing window of time before her life would take a course she didn't want to take.

Beside her, Akeno, her trusted vice-president and Queen, sat in a graceful yet sombre silence. Her eyes, usually sparkling with playful mischief, now bore a sombre reflection of the gloom that enshrouded her dear friend. The bond they shared allowed her to sense the storm raging within Rias's heart, each beat a rhythmic testament to her inner turmoil.

They are going to start their third year tomorrow and they still don't have concrete Peerage to beat Riser if it comes to a Rating Game and most Devil conflicts will be settled by a Rating game. Hence the sombre atmosphere.

As the sunset cast a warm glow through the windows, it seemed to struggle in cutting through the cold shade of uncertainty that hung in the room. The walls, which had witnessed laughter, debates, and the fervour of youthful aspirations, now stood mute spectators to the unfolding drama of fate.

Kiba and Koneko left to do contracts while Rias had a clear schedule and Akeno's day off. She is here as a support to Rias and as she doesn't want to leave her friend alone in her woes.

Akeno's heart ached to ease the burden off Rias's chest, yet she knew that words were mere consolations against the tide of reality. Her eyes veered towards the horizon outside, perhaps searching for a sliver of hope amidst the gathering clouds of despair.

The room, usually a haven of camaraderie and youthful exuberance, now echoed a silent symphony of empathy, patience, and the bittersweet taste of growing up too soon. Each member carried a silent prayer in their hearts, a wish for a miracle that would unchain their beloved King from the shackles of a destiny she never desired.

The veil of silence in the room was finally pierced by Akeno's gentle yet firm voice as she moved her chair closer to Rias. The connection between the two is profound, transcending the need for words, yet words were what were needed now to carve a semblance of hope in the gloom that hung around.

"Rias," Akeno spoke softly, yet firmly. "I know things are tough, but remember, we've always faced challenges together and come out stronger."

Rias looked at Akeno, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. The thought of her forced marriage to Riser hung over her like a dark cloud. She feared what he would do to her lovely peerage and especially to Akeno. As her beauty rivalled Rias own.

And Rias did see merit in Akeno's words. All her peerage members have some past weighing on them yet they are together, functioning as a big family, how Rias wanted it to be. But the thought of losing them is still overwhelming.

Akeno took a deep breath before continuing, "We have allies and resources. You have us. There's always a way to fight back, even in tough situations."

Rias's eyes met Akeno's. "It's been ages since I added a new member to the peerage," she said softly, a hint of sadness in her voice. "and everyone has their own problems to deal with." Her voice trembled as she spoke, and a tear threatened to fall from her eye, but she held it back.

Akeno, sensing Rias's emotional turmoil, held her hand reassuringly. "That maybe true, Rias. But I'm willing to do everything in my power to help you out." Rias's eyes widened at what she is implying but she marched on without a concern. "What if we could find a way to challenge this forced marriage? Maybe a contest of power other than a Rating game? Something to take control of things."

The idea was risky but carried a hint of hope. Rias looked at Akeno, contemplating the suggestion. It was a daring idea that could either break or strengthen the chains binding her to this fate. She knew even in that case, she didn't have much of a chance. She is usel-

Just then, a notification pinged from the devil's network, requesting a powerful devil at a fancy hotel in Kuoh. Despite her troubled mind, Rias prepared to respond to the call. But Akeno stopped her.

"I'll handle this one, Rias," Akeno said softly, her eyes filled with understanding. "You have enough to worry about. Let me take care of this."

Rias looked at her, gratitude filling her eyes. "Are you sure, Akeno?" she asked, concern etched on her face as this is her day off and she doesn't want to strain her Queen even more.

Akeno smiled reassuringly. "Absolutely. You need a break, Rias. Besides, a little action could be fun," she added with a playful wink, trying to lighten the mood.

Rias nodded appreciatively, a soft "Thank you, Akeno" escaping her lips. It was more than just thanks for the task; it was gratitude for her unwavering support.

As Akeno left the room, she turned to Rias one last time, "We'll get through this, together," she said, her voice carrying a promise of enduring support.

With that, Akeno stepped into the Magic circle, leaving Rias alone in the quiet room. The silence that followed was comforting, carrying a tiny spark of hope amid the uncertainty that lay ahead.

Outside, the skies of Kuoh seemed to brighten a bit, mirroring the sliver of hope that had found its way into the room, hinting at a potential change in the tides of fate awaiting them.

Angels Park

Suite 777

Much to Akeno's amusement, the people who requested a Devil's help are staying in the most lavish hotel of Kuoh aptly named Angels Park for its sheer beauty and elegance.

As Akeno stepped out of the swirling magic circle that had transported her to the Angel's Park Hotel, the atmosphere seemed to hold its breath for a moment. The room she entered is lavishly decorated, reflecting the opulence that the hotel is known for. Waiting for her is a young couple, seated gracefully, their eyes meeting hers as the magic circle dimmed into nothingness behind her.

Akeno got a faint feeling of body fluids in the room, her unnecessary Fallen side picking up things it shouldn't dare to. As she looked at the couple, she got a faint feeling of familiarity with the man.

Aurva's eyes met Akeno's with a flicker of recognition. She is good, hell she is sexy as fuck as she was portrayed in the anime with the same long hair and bombshell body. Aurva forgot he didn't have Gamer's mind and his sword made an attempt to be unsheathed but Aurva endured with a surprisingly strong mental fortitude.

The aura of dignified strength that Akeno carried with her is unmistakable. His mind raced all episodes, thinking of the best way he could handle this. As he looked at her, a text box floated on her head.

Name: Himejima Akeno

Lvl: 69

Title: Priestess of Thunder

'Damn it! Why does her level be that one?!' Aurva complained in his mind. All these are making his rod stiff and he doesn't want to accidentally activate 'Handsy' again. That stupid thing showed him how valuable Gamer's Mind was. Shaking his head, Aurva focused.

Meanwhile, Akeno's mind is a whirlpool of thoughts as well. As a devil of high standing, she has to respond to the call, yet the circumstances back in the ORC room with Rias are far from ordinary. Now, standing before Aurva and Elena, her senses picked on the unusual aura surrounding Aurva. His presence is unlike the usual clients she has dealt with before; there is a depth to him that intrigued her, a story she is yet to unravel.

Though his aura is ordinary, ok, just above ordinary, she is sure that he is suppressing it. This…attraction she is feeling is unlike any she felt so far. For a supposed naughty girl, she has surprisingly high integrity.

Her eyes then shifted to Elena, whose demeanour exuded a blend of elegance and power. The room is charged with a subtle intensity as the trio's eyes met, each holding stories untold.

Akeno licked her lips in anticipation. 'Ara ara, looks like I have a big catch here.' She thought in glee. She can feel it. They are strong and though she can't measure how strong they are, she understood if they fight her, there is a chance she can lose. With that thought in mind, she cautiously bowed respectfully, showing a good amount of her cleavage to ease the guard of her clients.

"Good evening, I am Himejima Akeno, a devil from the Gremory Clan. I am here to assist you," she said, her voice steady yet carrying a soft undertone of curiosity as she eyed Aurva and Elena.

Aurva extended his hand, his actions reflecting a well-measured blend of friendliness and respect. "Aurva," he introduced himself succinctly, "and this is Elena, my girlfriend." Akeno nodded in acknowledgement.

"How can I help you today?" She asked with a professional demeanour.

"Ah, you see…" Aurva began.

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