"DXD: Transfer Student"Chapter 201: If Only I Could Get a Man
The banquet doors crashed open. The man who stumbled in was wild-eyed, panic etched deep across his face.
"Thorn Princess—she's—ah!"
He didn't even finish the warning. A golden, needle-like kunai struck him from behind, driving straight into his heart. He collapsed, dead before he hit the floor.
The room froze. Potbellied, balding men gawked, mouths hanging open. Before anyone could react, the chandelier overhead flickered and died, plunging the room into darkness.
A shadow darted through the gloom, swift and silent. With each pass, the golden kunai flashed—claiming another life, and another, and another.
In less than thirty seconds, the lively gathering was reduced to silence. Bodies sprawled across the carpet, faces twisted in terror. The chill of death crept through the room.
Water splashed in the bathroom. Under the harsh fluorescent light, a beautiful woman in a black dress washed blood from her hands, her expression distant, almost distracted.
Yor Briar.
That was the name reflected in the mirror—black hair, red eyes, twenty-seven years old. Officially, she was just another city hall clerk, unmarried, unremarkable.
But beneath the surface, she was something else entirely—a legendary assassin known only as Thorn Princess.
Even legends have ordinary problems.
Earlier that day, the city office had been alive with gossip. Women, like men, have their favorite topics—and today, it was all about relationships. Every female clerk seemed to have a boyfriend, a husband, or at least a prospect. Everyone except Yor.
With her striking features—midnight hair, pale skin, those rare crimson eyes—Yor stood out even in drab work clothes, makeup-free and unadorned. But she'd never dated. Never even tried. Her colleagues teased her behind her back, whispering that she was "man-proof."
The truth was, Yor had no idea how to talk to men. She hardly knew how to talk to anyone. Years spent as a shadow in the night had left her hopelessly naïve, an airhead who could be tricked by just about anyone.
It made her an easy target for workplace jokes. Jealousy, boredom, maybe a little malice—whatever the reason, one coworker invited her to a party tomorrow, insisting she bring a date.
Now, standing over a sink, scrubbing at bloodstains, Yor was in crisis mode.
"Damn. The smell won't come out…"
She frowned, noticing a fresh tear in her only evening dress.
"…Great. Just perfect. This is the only one I own."
The thought of tomorrow's party made her stomach twist.
"Someone like me… I'll never get married."
She glanced at the corpses scattered outside the bathroom.
"After all, the only housework I'm good at is cleaning…"
Cleaning up human trash, to be exact.
Where was she supposed to find a date, anyway?
"What am I going to do… If I skip the party, my brother will start asking questions. If my lies fall apart, it'll mess things up for him too…"
She slumped, shoulders heavy with frustration.
If not for the bloodbath outside, you'd never guess this woman had just killed a dozen men.
Yor's reflection looked back at her, eyes clouded with doubt.
All she wanted was to do her job well. But her colleagues were right—she was twenty-seven, still alone, and it was starting to look suspicious. Weird, even. If she kept this up, someone might start asking the wrong questions. Spy? Assassin? Who could say?
Just this morning, she'd taken out another batch of traitors. The news was still buzzing about it. She had no idea how the shop owner tracked down so many targets, but that hardly mattered.
Lost in thought, Yor carefully cleaned her kunai, drying each blade with a scrap of paper and laying them out on her handkerchief.
She reached for another tissue—empty. Checking her pocket, she found a single crumpled flyer. She'd picked it up on the street before her last job, too polite to refuse.
The flyer was covered in strange symbols—a magic circle, maybe? The text promised luck, love, a wish granted. Some kind of fortune ritual.
Yor sighed.
She was desperate enough to believe in magic.
If only I could get a man.
The thought echoed in her mind.
Just then, the flyer began to glow.
"…Huh?"
Yor stared as the symbols shone brighter, lifting off the paper, expanding, swirling through the air before settling onto the bathroom floor.
…
In his bedroom, Draconis Yi had just finished tending to Rias and Akeno. He hadn't quite fallen asleep when a familiar pulse of magic caught his attention.
A contract summoning?
He checked the clock—midnight.
Seriously? After hours?
He chuckled to himself. Someone must've just remembered the flyer.
Well, work is work. Contract clients don't come every day.
He pressed a gentle kiss to Rias and Akeno's foreheads, eased their limbs from around him, and rose from the bed, smiling at the sight of their tangled forms.
With a thought, black garments spun from magic wrapped around him. A violet-red summoning circle shimmered before him.
He stepped through.
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