Dxd Issei : The Gaming Gear

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Looking at him flatly, the Sitri Heiress pinched the bridge of her nose as she replied, "Rias and I are only just over three times his level and it is very obvious that us going near the wielder of the [Gamer's Gear] makes him extremely nervous at the least. He may have a heart attack if a Satan-class Devil goes near him, especially since all of the current Maō are said to be many times more powerful than the originals."

"S-sorry, Kaichou…" Saji replied nervously, blushing in embarrassment.

Minutes later, the group of Devils teleported to Akeno's shrine via a transport circle. It had taken some diplomacy from Sona's elder sister to get the Shinto pantheon to let a Devil live there without being damaged by the wards, but it had been managed in the end. Whenever Akeno had some time, she spent it here.

"Whoa…this is awesome." Saji muttered. The shrine was small, but obviously well kept. The trees surrounding it at the edges of the paving stones were both well-trimmed and looked natural, a hard feat to pull off. The shrine itself was spotless and well-maintained as well. Even the torii gate looked brand new.

Koneko stiffened and pointed at the gate. "Someone's there."

An echoing chuckle reverberated around the grounds and a dark form rose out of the shadow of the gate. Throwing back its hood to reveal the red, dragon-themed helm of the man from the previous day. In a flash of light and with a swipe of his hands, the black, shadowy cloak he wore changed to the basic brown cape he had worn the previous day.

"How do you keep managing to track me down?" the red armoured figure asked Koneko curiously. "Most of my gear that isn't armour is dedicated to either enhancing my physical abilities or concealing my identity and presence."

"Isn't hiding your chi." Koneko stated bluntly.

"Seeing as I didn't know that was a thing before now, it isn't of any surprise." The man offered bemusedly. "Oh well. Live and learn. Heiress Gremory, Heiress Sitri. Everyone. I trust you all had an uneventful day?"

"Yes. Yourself?" Rias asked politely.

"Somewhat. I was ambushed by ratmen on the way here." The man answered. Despite the monotone his voice was, the gathered Devils could hear the irritation in it. "Disposable assassins whose bodies melted into nothing once they were dead. More annoying than anything else."

"They're striking in broad daylight?" that was certainly unpleasant news for Rias to think about. "Where was the attack?"

"A small alley about halfway between here and Kuō Academy." He answered. "It surprised me, considering their Breeder is dead."

"Are you certain?" Sona asked.

"It was the size of a three story house and I used the Purifier's own cleansing system to destroy the base and everything with it, starting with the Breeder." The Gamer answered dryly. "I also got a notification and experience points for defeating it, so yes, I am very sure that the Breeder is dead. I also know it could not be cloned, made to have bred another Breeder or duplicated in most regular ways. Unless another supernatural faction is working with them, I cannot see how they can afford to keep up the human wave tactics."

This made the Sitri Heiress raise an eyebrow, slightly impressed. It was not often that someone so completely shut down any possible argument from her like that.

"I am only aware of a small group of Fallen in Kuō aside from our Peerages." Rias said with a frown. "Aside from the migrant Yōkai, that is."

"There's also a captured dwarf in the hands of the Purifiers." The red-armoured man interjected. He pulled a fine steel sword from his inventory. "This sword was, according to the item description my Sacred Gear provides, forged by a captured dwarf smith. I took it from the corpse of the first 'boss' that I slew. If the Purifiers were the ones who gave this to Byral Warfang, then it is likely that they not only have the dwarf, but other supernaturals imprisoned."

Both [Kings] exchanged looks. Dwarves were mainly from the Norse Pantheon and Odin did not take any of his subjects being captured or imprisoned lightly, even if he usually played the carefree, dirty old man (at least according to Serafall). Things had just gotten even more complicated.

"Thank you for that." Sona sighed as she massaged her forehead. It wasn't really his fault. He was just holding up his end of the bargain and providing whatever information he could about the situation.

"Now then…shall we get to the main point of this meeting?" Rias asked, crossing her arms. "What, exactly, do you know about these Purifiers?"

"Exactly as I've told you, the Purifiers are apparently a group of humans who hate anything and everything supernatural." The red-armoured man offered with a shrug. "It extends from supernatural races, such as Devils, to humans with magic or spiritual power, to even those who simply possess a Sacred Gear. The initial targets of their attacks are the Biblical Factions and they created the ratmen as expendable shock troops, designed for a combination of human wave tactics and mass ambushes. Kuō was chosen to be the testing grounds of the ratmen as both of you are here and the Fallen would be left to act as scapegoats and possibly spark a renewal of your great war to weaken your factions further. As of this moment, all of the Ratman Burrows that I know of have been put to the sword, but there are at least two other Purifier facilities in Kuō that I plan on visiting shortly. Oh yes, here."

Reaching into his inventory the Gamer pulled out several piles of paperwork and handed them to the Gremory Peerage.

"These are the files belonging to Project Rat King that I confiscated before destroying the base." He said with a nod. "They ought to be interesting reading for whoever is investigating the ratmen. I wouldn't advise reading them yourselves though, particularly if you are in any way squeamish. I barely skimmed through a few of the files and was nearly sick from it. What these mad bastards did…it was pretty gruesome reading."

Sona nodded and teleported the reports to her house. She'd take them with her when she went to see Beelzebub-sama tonight with Rias.

"Anything else?" she asked.

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