Playing With Other Supernaturals

Chapter 969 Troublesome

Kisuke returned to the Belial Territory where everyone was already waiting for him.

"You're back~!" Irina was the first one to run towards him and gave him a hug, "It's already been a few months so let me stay like this."

Kisuke looked down at her clear violet eyes and patted her head, "How was work?"

"It's tiring~!" She immediately answered, "But nothing I couldn't handle. I just don't like how they are treating me like a celebrity."

Kisuke smiled wryly at her and replied, "There's really nothing that could be done about that. You have become the de facto face of the corps and I don't think that will change for a long time, even if you retired right now."

Normally, it should've been Dulio, the leader of the corps who has taken the role of a 'face' but he was very good at dodging the responsibility and he also had the legitimate reason that he was also already the leader of DxD and couldn't take on more roles.

And right now, Irina's pretty face had already blossomed into that of a mature beauty. She still had long flowing chestnut hair, but she had already ditched the twin tail hairstyle that she had before and just let it go.

Patting her head, Kisuke replied, "Good work out there, but if you want to leave, just tell me. I'll do something about it."

Irina chuckled as she separated from Kisuke, "Nope~. I'll be out of work then. And thanks to this, I have a bit of influence on various things. I don't want to lose its convenience for the time being. Though if I want to get out of there, I might need your help."

Irina led Kisuke to a seat beside her while thinking, 'This position is very useful in secretly swaying people to our side and I'm not planning on letting it go anytime soon.'

Kisuke let his hand be dragged as he looked around the room and saw that everyone was relaxing. Aside from Irina, he could meet everyone else pretty often so they just let her do what she wants.

Recalling how they were seven years ago, Kisuke was glad that everyone had mellowed out and the effects of Kisuke and Yoruichi's common sense-altering training program had already left them for good, else it would've been hard for them to join the society again.

Sona sighed while rubbing her forehead, "You're telling me and we don't even know what Shiva is thinking. Worse, Ajuka-sama has been very close to him. We can't trust anyone within that seal, sadly."

"Sorry about that. It's probably because of me that they're acting that way."

Sona looked at him and asked, "They want you to show a few of your cards first before they do something?"

"Most likely. They don't like how I'm keeping all the information for myself.", answered Kisuke while shrugging his shoulders, "Not that I really care though. They've made their stance and I've already made mine. From here on out, it's a battle of attrition and I'm really good at that."

Everyone's attention was gathered on him, but he didn't provide any further explanation.

But even without that, they understand what he meant. While the girls wanted to protect the world they were living in, what Kisuke fundamentally wanted was the safety of those important to him. So if given the ultimate choice of them and the world, he'd happily discard the latter. In a sense, he's the same as Indra and Shiva who were preparing their 'game'.

These past seven years, they were finally able to understand why he's like this, 'He's too much of a realist. Even though he might have the power and capability to protect the world, that's too idealistic for him, and in the process, he might not be able to protect those who're truly important to him.', thought Sona, considering this as his 'flaw'. Then again, they never left his side, not because he could do everything and be 'flawless', but to cover it and become a shoulder he could lean on when he needed it.

Aside from laying low, this also became a reason why the girls wanted him to stay out of this 'conflict', as his methods can become far too drastic.

While immersing herself in these thoughts, Sona suddenly felt someone flicking her forehead softly and woken her up to reality, "What're you thinking about with that smug and wry smile at the same time on your face?"

"What the hell does that look like?"

"The contorted face you were making just now."

Sona angrily slapped his hand away and retorted, "My face didn't contort! And I just thought of how troublesome you are!"