I, Matou Sakura, Third of the Flame-Chasers!

The existence of the High School DxD world could roughly be understood as something that looked impressive and had lofty settings, but upon closer examination, revealed itself to be a very mediocre world.

The entire world's story was confined to one tiny Earth. The universe existed like a background texture in a game, with barely any sense of presence.

So-called Demon Lord-class beings or Transcenders were merely people who had barely reached the third- and fourth-tier levels.

That was even an exaggeration.

One had to know that the fourth tier was the level of a Sub-Celestial!

Planet Buster was the standard, yet this world's Transcenders could only easily destroy a country—and even that required a certain amount of time.

The only special existences that could be associated with the fourth tier were the Great Red, Infinite Dragon God, and Beast Emperor 666.

But that did not mean the three possessed the ability to destroy planets. This required mentioning a peculiar evaluation unique to the later stages of the High School DxD world.

The so-called power with the potential to destroy planets.

Yes, it was just that bizarre. "System, are you still there?"

"I'm here."

It was still Elysia's voice. It was nostalgic.

At that moment, Sakura suddenly had the thought of having the system turn into Elysia and appear before her.

"Can you do that?"

She believed the system could understand what she was thinking.

Elysia, you're the one!

?

A huge question mark popped up in her mind. That was the system's question mark.

Host, when I put out a question mark, the one with the problem isn't me—it's you!

"Can't you?"

Sakura pursed her lips, somewhat disappointed.

"The system is a proper system!"

It was still Elysia's voice, but precisely because it was Elysia's voice, the statement sounded strange no matter how she heard it!

"How useless."

Sakura turned her gaze toward the distance. She should go take a look at that interesting little fellow first.

Inside a certain church, the Fallen Angel named Amano Yuma wore a face full of terror. She did not understand why she had provoked such a terrifying existence.

Her companions had all been killed by the other party in an instant.

And that person had merely stood there, watching them. With a smile, everything except her had turned into a bloody mist.

Blood splattered across her face and body, adding to her current bedraggled appearance.

"Your name is Amano Yuma, right?"

Sakura smiled at the Fallen Angel trembling before her.

This really was the High School DxD world. Look at this familiar face before her—how nostalgic.

It was just a pity that she only remembered this person's name while disguised in human form, Amano Yuma. She had forgotten her name in Fallen Angel form.

It could not exactly be called forgetting. Rather, she had remembered the name Amano Yuma from the very beginning.

After all, it was a nicer-sounding name.

"Your name is Amano Yuma, right?"

Sakura smiled at the Fallen Angel trembling because of her. The joy of toying with the weak pleased her.

Sakura's smile was beautiful, but to Amano Yuma at this moment, it was utterly terrifying.

A smile like a demon's!

"I... am..."

Hearing that trembling voice, Sakura felt that she really seemed like a bad person right now, even though she was clearly a good person.

Amano Yuma's thoughts were simple right now. Her instincts told her that if she had dared to say no just now—

Then in the next second, she would have turned into a cloud of bloody mist like her companions!

The woman before her was a demon!

Fear took control of her body. Under that extreme terror, her body became uncontrollable.

As the clear sound of water rang out, Sakura's smile turned teasing.

A clear stream flowed down the aisle between the church pews, droplets pattering as they fell.

"Are you already done for just like that?"

Looking at Amano Yuma, who had fainted from fear and had even rolled her eyes back, Sakura's previously keen interest immediately faded into boredom.

If this woman was still awake, Sakura wouldn't have minded playing with her properly as a tool.

Though flowers at home smelled sweet, wildflowers sometimes had a different flavor.

And for a Fallen Angel to have remained physically pure was as rare as a Succubus who had never touched a man.

Like throwing away trash—and using her foot to do it.

Sakura kicked the unconscious Amano Yuma onto a chair to the side.

Naturally, she controlled her strength.

She still needed Amano Yuma alive as her tool, so she would not let her die just yet.

Looking at the cluttered, somewhat dim church before her, a red glow emerged in Sakura's eyes.

This was not Heat Vision, but the power to alter reality!

Monsters Called Humans

Mission One: Obtain the concept of infinity.

Reward: One draw.

Mission Two: Obtain the concept of dreams.

Reward: One draw.

PS: Upon completing all missions, the next world traversal can be calibrated according to your search.

"Only two missions, huh."

Sakura sat on a wooden chair, her bare feet resting on Amano Yuma's soft snowy peaks.

As a tool, she naturally had to serve a tool's purpose.

After thinking it over, Sakura felt that a footrest was the most suitable use for this woman.

Her toes gently pinched the slightly raised red buds, and Sakura narrowed her eyes.

This was a pretty good toy. She could still feel something even after all this.

Not bad at all.

She pressed down a little harder, firmly crushing those plump, perky mounds beneath her foot. Watching the pain appear on the other woman's face, Sakura's lips curled slightly.

It hurt—so much!

But with her mouth blocked, no matter how hard Amano Yuma tried, she could not make the slightest sound.

"As a tool, you need to have the awareness of a tool."

Sakura bent down and pinched that tear-stained face.

"I suppose Yuma doesn't want to die either. You want to live, right?"

An eerie hue filled her eyes—the deepest darkness, carrying malice capable of corroding everything away.

Fear coursed through her body, stimulating her mind and driving her instincts to do what they should.

Her tongue stretched out like that of a begging puppy.

Her instinct to survive drove her to assume such a humble posture.

She did not even notice that the small ball which had robbed her of speech had long since melted away, turning into clear water that slid down her fair skin.

Looking at the humility she displayed for the sake of survival, Sakura felt only disgust.

How amusing. She had been the one to force Yuma into showing such a miserable side, yet now she despised everything she herself had caused.

Sakura, you really are beyond saving!

The days without Nyarlathotep...

Were so irritating...

So irritating that she wanted to crush Amano Yuma's jaw in her hand right now and listen to her shrill screams...

"Lord Sakura."

The sudden voice was like a fishing hook cast into a lake, baited with something sweet.

In that instant, Sakura turned herself into a fish in that lake, and as that fish, she willingly bit the baited hook.

"Thank you."

"Huh?"

Belfast blinked. Why was Lord Sakura thanking her?

She had merely done what a Maid should do.

"It's nothing."

Sakura smiled faintly and took a sip of the black tea Belfast had prepared for her.

It tasted like Belfast. The sour bitterness spreading through her mouth was exactly like what she had tasted from Belfast before.

Sakura looked at Belfast. This disobedient Maid merely smiled at her master.

"Could it be that Lord Sakura didn't like it?"

With Nyarlathotep gone, the disobedient girl seemed to raise her perky backside again, craving her master's whipping.

Her cheeks puffed slightly, Sakura took a large gulp of the tea that was not tea at all, then leaned forward and forcefully kissed the disobedient Miss Maid's cherry lips.

The gates, utterly unguarded, opened at once, revealing intentions that had long been prepared.

Miss Maid's flushed face did not lose its color in the slightest, even as the thread snapped.

Though she had clearly been satisfied, Miss Maid puffed out her pale, soft cheeks and looked resentfully at the master punishing her.

"Lord Sakura is the worst!"

Her bashful words carried a different kind of temptation, and Miss Maid's blushing, angry face was enough to invite sin.

But Sakura remained unmoved, silently savoring the remaining tea in her cup.

It truly had the taste of her Maid—tart and astringent, with an unusual sweetness that lingered on the tongue.

It was like the coffee milk she had brewed for that child Pernor after Sakura woke up, just like the taste Nyarlathotep had sampled from her.

"Alright, stop playing around."

Those simple words only made the disobedient Miss Maid even more upset. She had merely wanted to make Lord Sakura a little happier!

Seeing Miss Maid still puffing out her cheeks, Sakura smiled helplessly and reached out to pull her into her arms.

She stroked her beautiful white hair and breathed in her faint, elegant fragrance.

A pair of delicate feet wrapped in white stockings had appeared on Amano Yuma, who had once been merely a tool.

But now, that tool had gained the resolve to be one.