"Yes. You owe every one of us. After all, you're responsible for enabling our whims."
Even Rias was surprised to the point of sitting up and looking at the nine won with an amused look. He glanced at Fulgardt's hand. The Immoral had been about to kill them all, but was only stopped by the absurd declaration Nigerra made.
"I enabled you, did I?" he said and shook his head. "This should be interesting. I don't even know who you are." The blade of [Evil Darkness] around his hand vanished.
Fulgardt hated being stalked. Bloodlust turned him into a heated kettle every ti he found that soone had followed him without his knowledge. The habit had co about during the days he and his Chosen had yet to fully establish themselves. The threat of the Purity and the Paladin Champions had been particularly heavy those days, and his power had yet to be enough to contend with all of them.
In this case, however, Nigerra managed to earn herself a few minutes. She was a peak Beyond the Veil Stager with a business proposal as well as an awfully interesting way of grabbing the attention with words.
The Immoral sat down, the black cloak he wore covering him like a cocoon to his feet.
"Sit." His command was absolute.
Nigerra gave a little bow and did as he bid. The other won followed suit, sitting in three rows behind Nigerra.
"Now, speak," Fulgardt said and his eyes seed to bleed into Nigerra's. "What do you an I enabled you? You better have an interesting answer for ."
The woman shuddered a little, but maintained a calm smile. She didn't answer his question imdiately. She was a tangent in human form.
"I recently ca across the girl who received the legacy these ladies behind and I forged, you see. Indeed, I am from before, from the ti when you threw Aigas into chaos," she said. "This little girl, young as she was, gave an outlook on life I'd never considered. Or perhaps, it was the way she said it that spoke to ."
"A legacy, you say?" Fulgardt said with a curious look. He found that amusing. "Ah, I see. Show your eyes."
At once, Nigerra's pupils turned into arrows.
Fulgardt laughed.
"This girl that took on your legacy… I suspect she had green hair?"
"It's as you say," Nigerra said.
"You're that gang of won that brat had stowed in his mory, are you? I see. Go on. What is it that Yuyui made an expert of your caliber see?"
What Nigerra had said earlier was beginning to make sense to Fulgardt. In fact, he derived the aning behind her words at once, but he wanted to hear her say it.
Nigerra cleared her throat.
"My Order has always looked down on n. There was no particular animosity really, but most of us were gifted with talents that exceeded those of most n. We never would have known it with the way the world worked before you rose. When you did, we were able to exploit the depths of our potential to acquire these powers we stow in our eyes."
"But of course, as you may know, we fell. And yet, even as we did, we never ceased thrashing on n, casting their words and flesh to fire. That was our purpose. That is our purpose."
With how calm Nigerra was as she said all this, one might have thought she was describing the state of the sky. It was even more impressive that she expressed her dislike of n in front of two male Divine beings.
But Rias and Fulgardt listened without the slightest shift in their expressions.
"I looked down on that girl, Yuyui, for allowing herself to grow under a man. She seed to rejoice in the fact, and I could have spat in her face. I assud her powers would get stunted eventually. But she proved quite powerful, even without exploiting the power of all twelve of the eyes our legacy gives. I questioned why that was the case," Nigerra continued. She flicked a blade of grass by her open toe.
"Apparently, it's possible to discover different interpretations of strength through the words and actions of n rather than their direct tutelage. A woman can derive an outlook that n miss because she sees through a different, better lens."
Fulgardt scoffed.
"That is common sense, not so profound revelation," he remarked.
Nigerra grinned.
"For you perhaps, but not for . I've only ever had this company of won for companionship. We enlightened and condemned each other. There was no room for wider circles or allies. To us, this is a profound revelation."
"Hmmm," humd the Immoral. "Then is that what you are hoping to get from ? You say that I enabled you, after all."
"You did," said Nigerra. "In that ti when the world looked down on won, crushing our talents and straining its lusts on us, your movent tore down social norms and allowed us to go crazy – as we were always ant to. Because of that, you owe it to us to listen to what we have to offer, and what we want in turn."
Fulgardt's eyes turned cold.
"And that is…?"
"We will offer you three of our special eyes, prid for imdiate use without stubborn restrictions, like Class."
Fulgardt went silent for a few monts.
An offer of those special ones, was it?
He would be lying if he said that they would be useless to him. Those eyes weren't ordinary, he knew. Whatever ans were used to make them, gifted them potency encroaching upon the Divine.
The ans, Fulgardt guessed, was a lot of sacrifices.
In his hands, the eyes would beco a whole lot more potent, especially if he applied Fundantal Barter, along with other ans of augntation tied to [Just Light].
It wasn't the sweetest offer he'd ever heard from a mortal, though. Would he accept?
"What do you want in exchange?" It was Rias who asked. The young man's large eyes burned with a red fla of Undeath. Fulgardt turned to him, amused.
The Immoral knew that the boy had already guessed what Nigerra would ask for. He had worked with people who had wanted the sa thing before he died. Or rather before a part of him was killed by the Null Life brat.
There was only one thing mortals who saw a bigger, more twisted view of the world than most would want.
"In exchange, we want off Aigas when you leave. Whatever world you cast us on after that is of no concern to us."
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[Author's Note]
And Pherdanta's POV begins!
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