THE DEVIL GOES ON A DATE IN SHINJUKU WITH THIS GIRL FROM WORK 3 page

?Um??

Chiho?s eyes darted around the café. The question seemed to embarrass her.

?You know?I don?t know. I guess I just thought you?d believe me, Maou. You?ve always been real nice to me, and?I dunno, you?re kind of different from other people.?

Maou chewed this over. ?Nice? was never a compliment a demon appreciated. He did accept, however, that he, as a Devil King, was a marked deviation from the norm.

?Yeah, I guess I?m a little weird, huh??

?Oh, no! I mean, I didn?t mean that in a bad way or anything.?

Chiho seemed oddly frantic as she tried to explain herself. Maou had to smile at her predictability.

?I know, I know. Hey, try not to gesture all frantic like that. You?re gonna spill your drink.?

?Aw, you?re really mean sometimes, Maou!?

Chiho let out a cough, her expression somewhere between concern and anger.

?But, I don?t mind if you?re weird. It was fun getting to have some coffee and talk with you like this.?

?Mm??

The words emerged from Chiho?s light smile. It was hard to say if she directed them to Maou or herself, but either way, there was some serious portent behind them. Even Maou could see that.

?So?uh, Maou??

The voice Chiho drummed up was shaky and weak. She was looking right at Maou, eyes full of concern, cheeks blushing a healthy shade of red.

?I?I think I??

?Stop right there!?

Chiho?s furtive opening was blocked by a loud voice from the side.

Maou froze. Chiho, unsure what was happening, turned and looked up quizzically at the defiant woman glaring down at them.

?Nothing good?s gonna happen if you hang out with this guy.?

?E-Emi! What?re??

?I just want to give you some advice. This guy?s going to be away from Japan before too long. You better just keep things where they are now, or else it?s gonna hurt you later on.?

Surprised at Emi?s sudden intrusion, Maou found his brain shutting down on him once again. Ashiya, who was sitting with her, was half crouched behind, having failed to stop her in time.

Chiho, for her part, responded rapidly.

?I?m sorry, but do you know Maou at all, ma?am??

Her previously lost and forlorn expression was fortified into a strong one the instant she stood up. Meeting Emi?s stare, her words, to Maou?s surprise, were full of hostility.

It was something Emi must have felt on her skin. Her face remained stern, but her voice switched to more of an advisory tone.

?Listen, I?m telling you this for your sake, all right? This man isn?t what he looks like. He?s a lot sharper?and a lot more brutal inside.?

?You can?t just come out of the blue and say those horrible things about him! How do you know Maou, anyway??

Maou was shocked to see Chiho fire an equally powerful volley of reproach back toward Emi. He knew she was a bright young woman, but had no idea there was such dynamic passion lurking below.

Ashiya, meanwhile, could do little more than look on from behind Emi as he nervously swayed from side to side.

?I am this man?s enemy. Nothing more than that, and nothing less. Listen to me, Chiho Sasaki. I?ve given you my warning. Hang around with Maou, and you?re not gonna come out of it happy.?

?Y-Yusa, knock it off!?

Finally, Ashiya stepped up from behind to stop her.

?Here, calm down a little, Chi.?

Maou, for his part, tried his best to appease Chiho, but?

?Don?t tell me what to do!?

?Please stay silent, Maou.?

The quiet battle between the two women continued unabated, the sparks almost visibly flying as they stared each other down.

?No, I mean?I don?t want to cause any trouble for the café, so? How about we just go outside, okay??

The rest of the staff and customers had picked up on the conflict between Chiho and Emi, but strangely, only Maou and Ashiya?the demons?found themselves cringing at the attention. Maou tried his best to defuse the situation?

?Oh! Now I remember. You came to our restaurant the other day, didn?t you, lady??

??What of it??

?but they refused to listen!

?You were talking to Maou then, too, as I recall. Are you his ex or something??

One didn?t even have to see how the edges of Emi?s lips tensed painfully tight for a moment to understand how much force the term was infused with.

?Nngh! What did you say?!?

The exasperated growl was Emi?s way of expressing the rage and humiliation having that accusation leveled at her caused the first time the police hauled her and Maou off. But Chiho interpreted it as a sign that she was right on the money.

?I thought you might be. Well, how I approach Maou shouldn?t be of any concern of yours anymore, should it??

?Can you stop talking stupid for a moment? He and I don?t have that kind of??

?You don?t? So why are you always lurking around wherever Maou is??

?Look, our relationship can?t really be summed up that easily, okay??

?Oh, so you were that close with him? Is that what you?re telling me??

?What would ever make you think that??

?What other way is there to see it??

Whether they were listening to each other or not, the accusations and ranting had gradually ratcheted up. Feeling the intense, cold stares from the other customers on his back, Maou spoke up, a cold sweat pouring down his twitching face.

?Can the two of you just calm??

He never managed to add the word down to the end.

A loud rumble coursed across the café, accompanied by a sound that was impossible to describe.

At first, no one could figure out what was going on?neither Maou, nor Chiho, nor Emi, nor Ashiya, nor any of the other witnesses watching their no-holds-barred battle royale with bated breath.

The next moment, someone shouted out:

?Earthquake!?

Someone else chimed in:

?It?s a big one!?

The next scream was drowned out, along with every other sound in the underground corridor, by a massive, stomach-churning groan as the shaking began.

They were underground, but the up-and-down motion was so intense that it was impossible to remain standing. Utensils and furnishings fell to the floor as the lighting and window glass shattered.

?Look out!?

Whoever said that, and whoever heard it, were greeted by a crack in the ceiling that opened up in the blink of an eye.

The rumbling and shaking was incessant, as the crack spread its ominous tentacles toward the support columns and the floor.

?It?s gonna fall??

The ceiling began to buckle, all but pulverizing the table Maou and Chiho were sitting around.

?Maou!?

Chiho screamed, but her voice failed to reach him. He could see the ceiling crumble above them, but his feet were frozen to the ground, unable to flee amid the shaking.

The entire corridor began to collapse. Through the rain of debris, Chiho?s fear reached critical mass, her consciousness melting into the darkness.

She could feel her eyes opening, but there was nothing but darkness to greet her. Confused, Chiho jerked involuntarily.

It was the first time she had ever lost consciousness like that, but her memories of a moment before brought her fear right back to center stage. Gingerly, she tried moving her tensed-up limbs, making contact with countless pebbles and small rocklike objects on the ground.

?Wh-what?s going on?? she whispered to no one in particular.

?Oh, good, you?re awake.?

A woman?s voice was right nearby.

?Wh-Who?s that??

?It?s me.?

The voice rang out in the darkness, slightly unclear through all the obstacles.

?You??

The face she could faintly see floating up through the dimness was the woman who?d so rudely interrupted her little date with Maou.

The sight of the woman made Chiho recall their conversation before all of this happened. Then she noticed her face in the meager light. It was marred by something black flowing down from her forehead.

?Are?are you all right?!?

?Oh, this??

It continued to flow as she absentmindedly wiped her face. A scream erupted from deep within Chiho?s throat.

?This is nothing big.?

?But?but all that blood??

?It?s not as bad as it looks. It?ll clot up in a little bit.?

The woman, acting like she had just scraped herself slicing an onion, clutched a cell phone in her hand. It was their current light source, all the light Chiho needed to stare at the blood streaming down the woman?s forehead.

?This is bad news, though. We?re completely shut in.?

The woman flashed the cell phone?s light around the area. Rubble from the underground corridor loomed around them on all sides. There was just enough space for Chiho and the woman to stand upright.

?From?from the earthquake??

?Yeah. I guess the corridor collapsed. There?s probably a ton of people buried alive in here.?

?H-how long was I???

?It?s been less than half an hour since the quake. It looks like we?re breathing okay, so there must be some path for air to get through.?

Chiho tested out her body. Nothing hurt in particular. And, perhaps because of the woman?s blissful calmness, she was gradually overcoming her fear of the darkness. She took a deep breath. ?You?re acting pretty calm about this.?

?Yeah, well. A little while ago, things like this were an everyday occurrence. You seem like you?ve gotten used to theatrical fights, though, so aren?t you acting a little calm right now, yourself??

?It?s because I have an older sister who?s probably crying alone right now.?

Despite their circumstances, at that, the woman smiled. ?I?m Emi Yusa. And just to be clear, there?s absolutely nothing between me and Maou.?

?My name is Chiho Sasaki. Let?s just leave it at that for now.?

United by a common crisis, they shook hands. Chiho was surprised at her own serenity amid this disaster. She wasn?t alone, which was a major factor, but that alone wouldn?t explain how undisturbed she felt.

?Maou???

?Nowhere near us, that much is for sure. He can?t be that far away, though.?

?No, I mean??

They were all circling the same table, and now he was gone. Which meant?

?Oh, you?re wondering if he got crushed by rubble??

Chiho?s mind was boggled at how easily Emi was able to suggest such a horrible fate.

?Well, it?d make me more than happy if he died right here??

The follow-up was even worse, but her tone of voice indicated that Emi thought little of it.

??but he?s definitely alive. No way am I gonna let him die now. I want to kill him by my own hand. Dying by accident in a disaster like this? That?s just pathetic. I?m not letting him off that easy.?

She sounded incredibly confident. The resolve behind her voice even coaxed a strange sense of courage out of Chiho?s mind.

?Yeah? You?re right. I?m sure he?s safe.?

?Of course he is.?

Having said her fill, Emi sat down next to Chiho. They both had a grasp of each other?s positions within this confined space, so Emi powered off her cell phone to conserve battery time. Darkness dominated once again.

?This is kind of weird, though, isn?t it??

?Weird? How so??

?Like, having this perfect little space here, just big enough for the two of us.?

??Oh.?

Chiho herself had watched disaster-relief news reports at least once or twice in her life. Considering how often they involved survivors spending days trapped inside rubble, completely immobilized, before finding rescue, being safe and able to move inside this space was beyond a miracle. It was an unnatural phenomenon.

?There are probably little pockets like this all across the rubble. I think I can feel miniature-sized magic barriers nearby. Lots of them, too. Maou must have done something or other.?

?Magic?barriers??

Chiho repeated the unfamiliar words back, but Emi continued, wholly unfazed.

?If I had to bet, I?d say that nobody?s dead in here. In fact, the farthest barrier isn?t even fifty meters away. This might not be as widespread as it looks.?

Emi was half-talking to herself by this point, showing no signs of waiting for Chiho?s reply.

?I suppose we all need to thank him?but what would drive the Devil King to do this? Just deciding to save all these people?s lives spur-of-the-moment??

?Um?you mean Maou??

Emi?s apparent nickname for her ex sounded a bit contrived to Chiho?s ears.

?If he had enough magic force left to create this many barriers in the space of a few seconds?he?s more of a potential menace than I thought. He probably created this pocket for us, too.?

?Here? Maou?made this??

?Yeah. So he could save us. This pisses me off so much! Why would a demon go around rescuing heroes? I mean, it?s like I?m some kind of egocentric villain here now, just because I couldn?t create a protective wall with my holy force!?

Emi spat out the words, chiding herself in the darkness.

?Um?I?m not really sure what you mean, Yusa??

?Don?t worry about it. I?m just talking to myself.?

A soft, bitter chuckle coursed across the space.

?Look, what do you even see in Maou??

?Huh?!?

The unexpected question made Chiho lean back, startled, in the darkness.

?What?what?what?re you talking about?!?

Chiho wildly flailed her hand in front of her face in a ?no? motion, despite the total darkness.

?You were mouthing off at me because you like him and didn?t like what I was telling you. Weren?t you??

?L-like? I-I?m not, I don?t like??

This threw Chiho into a state of frustrated confusion. She thrashed her arms and legs around for a moment, looking around the completely black landscape as she whined in frustration. It continued for another minute before she responded, her voice cracking.

?Y-you?you can?t just tell, so easy, like that!?

There was another bitter chuckle in the air.

?The girl herself is always the last to know. Anyone watching you, it?s totally obvious. I?m not too sure if Maou himself knows yet, though.?

?Nngh??

Chiho could feel the blood rushing toward her face.

?Wh-wh-what do you think of him, Y-Yusa??

?Me??

?You seem like his total enemy or whatever you said, but you?re always hanging around him? It seems like you were kind of close, anyway.?

??I?d absolutely hate to use the word close to describe it. I?ll admit that we?ve kind of known each other for a while, but??

?How long??

?Well, I knew about him first, but I guess he started paying attention to me around two years ago.?

?Did you both graduate from the same middle school or something??

?No. If we did, maybe we would?ve had a more stable relationship, though.?

Emi chuckled to herself.

?But I?m telling you the truth here. If you start liking him, it?s gonna be tough for you. That?s why I tried to stop you, at least.?

?Well?yeah, but I still don?t really understand.?

?You will soon enough?or maybe it?s better if you didn?t. For now, anyway.?

As she said this, Emi raised her hand and placed her finger on Chiho?s forehead in the darkness.

?You?d better sleep for a bit. The Devil King?s been acting really self-conscious around other people lately.?

It was over in an instant. The tip of Emi?s finger glowed softly as it pressed against Chiho?s head. When the glow disappeared, Chiho was already lost in a deep sleep.

As she breathed softly, her body slowly, gently laid itself down.

?Sorry you had to listen to all that complaining. You?ll forget all about it by the time you wake up.?

Emi placed her finger on Chiho?s forehead once again. The glow returned for a moment, then quickly disappeared.

?You?re right nearby, aren?t you? I just put Chiho to sleep!?

As if in reply, a large magical force ballooned up nearby, beyond the rubble. For a moment, Emi?s eyes opened wide at the unexpected size of it.

?Yeah, thanks for that conversation.?

Maou?s voice chimed through the sound of falling rubble, followed by several small rocks crumbling to the floor. Then, there was another presence in the darkness.

?You putting it that way, though?I guess our relationship?s pretty complicated, huh??

?Gee, you think? It?s not like either of us wanted to be near each other. It?s a pain in the ass, mostly.?

?You said it.?

Maou?s voice sounded like he was standing on top of something. Emi squinted her eyes. There was some sort of ambiguous, unknown power lurking within his words.

?You help Chi out, okay? We?re getting out of here. I don?t think anyone?s seriously hurt, but we can?t all just sit here and wait for rescue.?

A light flickered in the darkness, an ominous, bloodred glow that summoned horrifying memories in Emi?s mind.

?D-Devil King!?

?What??

The reply was strictly matter-of-fact.

?You?you look? What happened to you?!?

?Dunno. Just kind of happened.?

His face, at least, was unmistakably Sadao Maou. But there were horns, the classic symbol of the demon race, poking out of his black hair. One of them was cut off halfway?exactly where Emi?s sword sliced through it, not long ago.

The magical force, strong enough to visibly shimmer in the darkness, made the twisted sight all the more plain.

Maou?s voice seemed higher up than usual because his legs had transformed into a demon?s, more gnarled and twisted than any animal in this world.

The transformation ended there, but it was clear to see that Maou was in the process of regaining his Devil King form.

?So I have the barriers up, and it?ll be easy to get this rubble out of the way. But this still isn?t enough power to control the Gate, so don?t worry about that, okay??

It was difficult to keep from worrying when faced with a sight like this. Emi had no idea why, but Maou was able to regain the magical power necessary to become the Devil King, all in the short, fleeting moments after the corridor collapsed.

?I?ll have to find a way to keep the barriers going while I get the rubble out of the way. Who knows how I?m going to explain this new look, though.?

Little by little, Maou infused his bright red magical power into the rubble around him.

Satan, the Devil King, wielding his untold force to rescue Emi, rescue Chiho, rescue Ashiya, rescue any number of Japanese people he didn?t even know the names of. If ?the Hero Emilia? were here, face-to-face with the Devil King, his back wide open, there was no doubt she would be lunging at him, holy sword glinting in the light. But this was Emi Yusa, and all Emi could do was stare at the defenseless back of her sworn enemy.

In her heart, she feared that demon?s wings would shoot out from his back, pushed to the surface by this dreadful magic. If she threw all caution into the wind and drummed up the final bit of holy force left within her, she would be able to summon a holy sword with enough power to defeat the Devil King, right here, right now.

?Mmm??

Chiho?s half groan, half dreamlike whisper in her sleep quickly quashed the microscopically tiny candle of murderous rage that had kindled itself within Emi?s body.

If she killed the Devil King here, she would fulfill her mission. But it would also snuff out the lives of so many others, crushed in an instant by the rubble instead of surviving by the grace of that infernal demonic force. Emi and Chiho would be no exception.

?Why??

Deep within her throat, imperceptible to anyone else, Emi cursed herself.

?Why is the Devil King saving people??

As far back as Emilia Justina could remember, the land of Ente Isla lay in a delicate balance between the Devil King?s forces and those of the human race, which were led by Ente Isla?s Church armies.

She was an only child, daughter of Nordo Justina, a humble farmer who tended a small wheat field in the countryside of the Western Continent. They were a father-daughter household, with no other relatives; she had no recollection of her mother.

When Emilia was ten years old, the Northern Continent and the kingdom to the east fell, destroyed by a demonic force that fanned outward from the Central Continent like a tsunami.

The Western Continent was well protected by the royal forces? generals. Its armies centered themselves around the troops provided by the Church, a seemingly omnipotent presence whose powers were connected directly to heaven itself. But the advance of the western invasion forces, led by the Great Demon General Lucifer, had plunged the island into total war.

Nordo Justina, a devout member of the Church, made sure to visit the local chapter with her daughter on a daily basis. The young Emilia didn?t know what the words of prayer sung by the parishioners meant, but even she could tell something serious was happening. Copying her father?s motions, she clasped her small hands together and prayed with all her might.

But all the prayers were for naught, as the western forces slowly began to crack under the pressure of the demons? advance.

Emilia passed her days listening to the criers that brought the latest ill-boding news to the village. Her nights were passed in fear, constantly wondering when the demons would come to burn the crops she and her father had raised.

Her father was a simple man of the field. He knew nothing of battle, for he had devoted his entire life to the cultivation and production of wheat.

Whenever Emilia would lie in bed at night, crying to herself out of fear, he would always seem to appear, stroking her hair with his thick hands until she fell asleep.

Emilia loved her father. She respected him, adored him, and relied on him more than anyone else in the world. He was the greatest hero she had.

Then, in the year Emilia turned twelve, the fateful moment came.

The message arrived that the land owned by the local nobility, right next to the province where Emilia lived, had fallen.

And then, almost as if on cue, the bishops came from the Church.

At first, Emilia thought the Church Guard had swooped in to save the village.

But she then found herself being loaded into a Church wagon, alone, her father telling her he would stay here.

At first, Emilia had no idea what her father was saying. She begged the bishops, and the village elder who had come to see her off, to convince her father to come along. I can?t live alone. I am who I am because of Father, because of the villagers.

?Let?s go, Father! Let?s go together!?

Emilia screamed as loudly as she could, but the response her father gave was nothing short of unbelievable.

?Emilia, please, go.?

Emilia doubted her own ears.

?Father! Father, what are you?!?

?This is all for the sake of a day I hoped would never come. For twelve years, I have protected you. I have been the father of an angel?s child, one I had no right to receive.?

?I don?t understand! What are you saying, Father?!?

?You are the child of an angel. You have inherited the blood of heaven, the blood that will wipe away the darkness covering Ente Isla. You are the only one in this land with the power to defeat the Devil King.?

?Me? No! No, Father, I?m your daughter! The daughter of a village farmer!?

?Yes. You are. But you are also your mother?s daughter. The daughter of an angel.?

?My?my mother? An angel??

Her mother was dead. Her father had said as much for years.

?You will understand someday, Emilia. Please, let the bishops take you. Your mother is still alive, somewhere. I know she looks down upon you now.?

?But?but Father??

?I made a promise to your mother. I promised we would all be together, the three of us, here in this village, someday. And if I want to keep that promise, I have to fight for it.?

Nordo gave another, stronger hug to Emilia, who clung to him like a toddler, then knelt down to her eye level. A large, rough hand reassuringly patted her on the head.

?It?ll be all right. Everyone in the Church army is fighting alongside us to protect this village, this province. The day will surely come when we all live together again.?

??Really??

?Of course. I never lie to my girl. Have I ever broken a promise before??

??No.?

Sniffling, Emilia used a fist to wipe away the tears as she shook her head.

?There?s a good girl.?

Her father laughed, his laugh as warm as a fresh bushel of wheat.

?I?ll be praying for you. Praying for a world where evil is driven away, where you can live your life bathed in holy light. Emilia?my daughter, I love you from the bottom of my heart.?

The rest was all a cloud in her memory. Her father, blurred in her teary eyes, and the arm of the bishop trying to separate them. The village, and the only parent she knew, growing smaller and smaller through the carriage?s thick portholes.

She must have cried herself to sleep, because the next thing she knew, she was in an ornate, luxurious, and wholly unfamiliar bedroom.

The bishop serving as her steward explained that this was Sankt Ignoreido, the Church?s headquarters on the Western Continent. It was the day after she was separated from her father. The same day news arrived that her homeland, her village, had been razed to the ground, the Church?s exertions proving to be all for naught.

After this, the young bishop told Emilia a great number of things.

The revelations flowed like a stream. Her mother was actually one of the great archangels; only a cross between human and angel could wield the heaven-gifted holy sword known as the ?Better Half.? To Emilia, hearing all this provided neither solace nor pain.

Having all of these bizarre tales spun before you, then being told all of it was the unadorned truth, would have been hard to accept for anyone. But Emilia had no desire for a holy sword, nor for whatever dubious stories they had about her mother. All she wanted was power. Power to gain revenge against the Devil King forces that destroyed her small, peaceful village.

From the day after she arrived in Sankt Ignoreido, she begged to be taught in the ways of the sword. Even now, she remembered her surprise at the weight of the iron weapon that the grown knights seemed to brandish with such ease. By the time she was ready for routine training, her body was already scarred, her hands deeply calloused.

Her first journey to battle came a year later. She was to join a defense line mounted in a rural frontier. The demon side was composed of strictly the lowest level of monsters, just common goblins and imps, and yet the sight of her first battlefield, the smell of blood, made her legs fall out from under her. She failed to defeat a single demon; the Church knights were forced to safeguard her from start to finish.

Her own weakness, and how far advanced and deathly terrifying the foe she was attempting to challenge truly was, was now revealed in graphic clarity. The tears she swore she would never shed again after losing her father poured out all too easily.

But time continued to pass, and Emilia gained more battlefield experience. Before she knew it, she stood upon the front lines, leading the Church knights as they captured Devil King citadels and command posts.

The name of Emilia Justina, knight of the Church Guard, spread among not just the Church forces, but also through the knights and mercenaries serving the armies of all the land?s kingdoms. She bore a great shield, her armor composed of silver plate with the Church?s seal etched in gold and scarlet; her knightly sword featured the Cross of Ignora, the symbol of the Ente Isla Church. Those who witnessed her slaying the throngs of demons that dared to challenge Emilia called her the Virgin of the Battlefield, the Holy Knight; and soon, Emilia was known across the human race as the leader of the Guard fighting the Devil King?s hordes.

A vast, wide group of trustworthy friends gathered behind Emilia?s lead.

Olba Meiyer, one of the six archbishops of the Church, the highest figures in the Church bureaucracy. Emeralda Etuva, alchemist and member of the court of Saint Aile, an empire on the Western Continent that had been captured by Lucifer?s forces. Albert Ende, a martial artist who toiled as a woodcutter deep in the mountains of the Northern Continent.

Sometimes they fought as a quartet. Other times, each captained their own force against the Devil King?s armies.

By the time Emilia?s sixteenth birthday tolled, she had matured to the point where she was a warrior capable of wielding the holy sword. The Better Half was instilled into her body, granting her, in both name and ability, the power to destroy the Devil King himself.

News of the birth of Emilia the Hero, the woman who wielded the sword from heaven, spread across the land, galvanizing the spirits of all who heard it. The day the Hero was born was also the day when the humans of Ente Isla launched the first truly unified resistance against the Devil King.

Date: 2016-06-12; view: 182