Clang! Clang-clang!
Steel rang out in the shadows of Kuoh Town—three figures locked in a furious melee. Irina, Xenovia, and the deranged priest, Freed.
"Excalibur—release!"
Xenovia launched herself skyward, her blade blazing with destructive power. She came down hard, driving Freed back with a force that split the earth.
BOOM!
Freed crashed to the ground, clutching his arm, wailing theatrically. "Ow, ow, ow! You sword girls are monsters—I can't compete!"
Xenovia circled, eyes cold. "You're finished, lost fool."
Irina's smile was icy, her voice deceptively gentle. "Freed-chan, just hand over the holy swords and accept your judgment."
Pinned between them, Freed whimpered, eyes darting. "So scary… am I really gonna die here?"
But his fear flipped to bravado in an instant. He grinned, wicked. "Ha! I'm the boss's man!"
He threw his head back, shouting, "Boss! Help me! Your loyal Freed-chan's about to get wrecked—save me, quick!"
Shameless as ever, Freed's signature move: call for backup the moment things went south.
A cold, contemptuous voice cut through the chaos. "Pathetic. Useless trash."
Kokabiel's voice echoed overhead as spears of light rained down on the battlefield.
WHOOSH—BOOM!
Xenovia and Irina dove for cover, Freed rolling desperately aside, barely escaping the barrage.
Floating above, Kokabiel glared down at his subordinate. "Lose again and I'll kill you myself. I don't need dead weight."
Freed scrambled up, saluted with mock seriousness. "Yes, Boss! Next time I'll fight like hell—I swear!"
His madness was almost comical—if it weren't so tragic.
Kokabiel turned his blood-red gaze on the girls. "The Church sent you, knowing you'd lose. Abandoned by your own side—curse your Pope, curse Michael. How do you want to die?"
Xenovia and Irina pressed together, tension etched on their faces.
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"Stupid Ile, over here—trap Lord Tenra!"
"No, you're the idiot, Nel! Stop getting in my way!"
Back at the Kamiyo estate, Tenra was locked in a video game battle with his twin maids. The rest of the girls lounged nearby, each busy with her own hobbies.
"Ugh… Game Over again…"
Ile and Nel tossed their controllers, defeated.
Why couldn't they beat Tenra at anything—even games?
Tenra ruffled their hair, laughing. "You two are a million years too early to beat your master. Try harder next time!"
Rias and Akeno exchanged exasperated glances, sipping their tea. Letting his adorable servants win? Not a chance.
"Play again, Lord Tenra!"
The twins rallied, eyes shining.
Tenra was about to agree when his expression shifted—suddenly alert.
"Ile, Nel, we'll play later."
He stood, voice sharp. "Rias, Yubelluna, gather everyone. The enemy is moving."
No time for questions. Tenra activated his Sacred Gear—Hermes' Boots.
Golden wings unfurled at his heels, and in a flash, he shot out the window, a comet streaking through the night.
Raynare, yawning, was the first to react. Her lips curled with mischief as black wings erupted from her back. In fallen angel form, she followed Tenra into the skies.
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BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Light spears hammered the ground. Xenovia and Irina screamed as they were blasted back, tumbling hard.
"Irina—run!"
Xenovia, gravely wounded, could only crawl, urging Irina to escape before she slumped, unconscious.
"Xenovia! Xenovia!"
Irina's face was pale, her body encased in a fading spherical barrier. She called out, desperate.
They were hopelessly outmatched.
Kokabiel hovered above, eyes gleaming. "Interesting… Someone gave you a Sacred Gear's blessing. Rare—defensive type, too."
Freed cackled, waving his newly acquired swords—Excalibur Destruction and Excalibur Mimic. "Boss! You're the best! Kill them! Kill them all!"
Kokabiel silenced him with a flick—a light bullet sent Freed scrambling, mouth shut.
He sneered. If he had better options, Freed would be dead already.
Turning back to Irina, Kokabiel's voice was a razor. "Even Sacred Gear protection only saves you once. Now die."
He conjured a light spear, hurling it toward Irina.
She couldn't move, couldn't dodge. But as the spear screamed closer, Irina found a strange calm.
She closed her eyes, clasping her hands in prayer.
"Tenra… please, save us…"
BOOM!
A blinding explosion engulfed her, flames roaring skyward.
Freed began to laugh—"Dead, dead!"—but Kokabiel's glare shut him up instantly.
Kokabiel's eyes narrowed at the new arrival—the figure who'd intercepted his attack, saved the holy sword wielder.
A dark aura rippled through the air.
"Who dares interfere?" Kokabiel demanded, voice cold.
Irina, dazed, watched as the newcomer lifted his head.
"Nice to meet you, Kokabiel. Fallen angel cadre, right? I'm Tenra Kamiyo."
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