Chapitre 98
La vie 2 : Le cœur d’une jeune fille est compliqué
« Hmm, comme je le pensais, le plus gros problème pour la combinaison Triaina serait le [Bishop], hein. »
Pendant notre pause, je disais cela à Kiba en mangeant un onigiri[1].
Nous, le groupe Gremory, nous entraînons dur dans la zone d’entraînement située dans le vaste champ sous le territoire de Gremory.
Kiba et moi faisions un combat d’entraînement, dans un style de combat réel, et prenions une pause.
Plus loin, Rossweisse-san accompagne l’entraînement de Xenovia, et Gasper et Koneko-chan les soutiennent. Buchou et Akeno-san les regardaient tout en leur donnant des conseils. Asia discutait des équations saintes avec Irina.
Le match approche, donc tout le monde travaille sur leur entraînement respectif. Et après les entraînements individuels, nous allons revoir la formation de l’équipe. Nous faisons essentiellement les choses suivantes tous les jours : préparation du festival scolaire → travail de diable → entraînement.
« Oui, le problème pour le [Bishop] de type Triaina, c’est son temps de chargement. Je pense que tu pourras infliger de gros dégâts à l’adversaire avec [Knight] et [Rook], si tu ne fais pas d’erreur dans le timing. Tu peux aussi faire baisser la garde de l’adversaire si tu peux plier ton explosion après qu’elle soit libérée. »
Kiba dit cela en essuyant la sueur de son front.
C’est exactement ce que ce gars a dit. Chacun des Triaina a une faiblesse qui peut être facilement repérée, mais j’ai commencé à voir une façon d’utiliser [Knight] et [Rook] avec le combat d’entraînement que j’ai eu avec Kiba, Xenovia, et Rossweisse-san.
Une vitesse, une attaque et une défense écrasantes peuvent devenir l’arme ultime si je les utilise au bon moment. C’est aussi mon point fort que je peux me transformer en une forme spécialisée de Triaina à plusieurs reprises sans l’approbation de Buchou.
Le problème, c’est le [Bishop]… Je dois charger le canon après avoir révélé le canon.
Si l’adversaire voit le canon et la charge du canon, alors il ne l’attendra pas ! Si je dois charger le canon de manière si évidente, alors il n’y aura que peu d’occasions où je pourrai l’utiliser.
L’idée que j’ai eue lors du combat à Kyoto, l’idée de plier la puissance démoniaque que je tirais, est en fait très difficile même sous la forme de [Bishop] de type Triaina… On dirait que cela dépendra aussi de mon entraînement, hein.
« La bataille en équipe et la coopération avec tes camarades seront également nécessaires. Moi et Xenovia deviendrons l’avant-garde et, à la place, Ise-kun se repliera à l’arrière pour charger. Une fois que tu auras fini de charger, le combat sera à nous. Il n’y aura qu’un nombre limité de démons dans le groupe Bael qui pourront même encaisser un coup de ce canon ridiculement puissant. »
Donc, la coopération est indispensable, hein. Certainement, plutôt que de le tirer seul, je me sentirais en sécurité si mes camarades gagnent du temps, et je pourrai le tirer en toute sécurité.
« Alors, quelles sont les conditions de consommation ? »
Kiba me demande. Il me demande la condition de consommation de mon endurance en utilisant Triaina.
« Hmm, par rapport à la première fois où j’ai activé cette capacité, elle est devenue plus endurante qu’avant, mais ma consommation d’endurance est folle. »
Surtout le combo. Un engrenage augmenterait la consommation une fois que j’utilise la promotion à plusieurs reprises. Ce serait bien si je pouvais l’utiliser correctement deux ou trois fois. Si je dois l’utiliser, ce sera contre Sairaorg-san. Nous avons la capacité de guérison d’Asia, mais même si nous pouvons soigner nos blessures, nous ne pourrons pas guérir notre endurance. Si mon endurance s’épuise pendant le combat et que je ne peux pas maintenir mon état blindé, alors…….
« S’il s’agit d’une bataille en équipe, je te soutiendrai avec tous les autres si une telle situation se présente. Après tout, j’ai aussi maîtrisé une nouvelle technique. »
Oui, ce gars aussi a maîtrisé une nouvelle technique ! Ce n’est encore qu’un secret, mais il a pensé à quelque chose d’incroyable ! Grâce à cela, cet entraînement m’a aussi été utile !
C’est à attendre de mon ami ! Utiliser la défaite à Kyoto comme sa force !
« Euh… j’ai juste pensé à quelque chose… »
Ravel, qui est venue nous observer, semblait écouter notre conversation, et elle lève la main.
« Il s’agit du [Bishop] en forme spéciale dont on a parlé plus tôt, mais est-il possible de tirer un “Pouvoir de transfert” au lieu d’une explosion depuis le canon ? Si tu fais ça, il me semble que tu peux étendre ta portée pour soutenir. »
Kiba et moi, qui avons entendu cette suggestion…
………….
Nous sommes restés sans voix un instant. Mais.
« “Ça a l’air bien !” »
Nous avons hoché la tête en même temps !
Je vois ! Il y a aussi une façon de l’utiliser comme ça ! [Bishop] a à l’origine un rôle de soutien ! Et je peux utiliser la capacité du gant pour transférer la puissance multipliée en termes d’énergie !
« Si c’est possible, alors nous pouvons élargir la variété des tactiques. Même si c’est la première fois que nous la montrons, au lieu de charger, si nous pouvons l’utiliser pour transférer la puissance à un camarade, non seulement nous pouvons surprendre l’adversaire, mais il semble que nous puissions aussi nous précipiter vers lui. »
« Penses-tu que nous pouvons faire douter l’adversaire en lui faisant croire “Est-ce une explosion ? Ou un transfert de puissance ?” ? »
« Oui, je pense que nous pouvons le faire trembler pas mal. Si c’est possible de transférer la puissance à distance, alors il n’y a pas d’autre capacité plus utile que de l’utiliser en coopération avec tes camarades. Si c’est la même chose que le transfert habituel où tu peux transférer la puissance à deux personnes en même temps, tu peux augmenter la puissance de deux avant-gardes puisqu’il y a deux canons. En termes de planification, il faudra plus de recherches, mais cela semble vraiment être un test intéressant. »
« Oo ! Oooooooo ! Incroyable ! On dirait que je peux devenir super utile dans une bataille en équipe ! Plus encore, je pourrais devenir super utile dans de véritables combats ! »
Elle pense vraiment à des choses intéressantes, hein, cette Ravel ! Peut-être qu’elle est du genre tacticien ? Je veux un stratège dans mon groupe à l’avenir, alors j’admire ce genre de personnes ! Je pense que j’aurais besoin d’un serviteur ingénieux pour me soutenir quand je serai le [Roi].
Je commençais à monter en tension, et…
« Le problème serait le terrain de jeu, je pense. Ce serait bien si c’était un endroit où une bataille en équipe est possible… »
Peut-être que le match entre Xenovia et Rossweisse-san s’est terminé, alors Buchou, qui est le conseiller, est intervenu dans notre conversation.
Ah, Xenovia et Rossweisse-san sont là-bas, au sol. Il semble que ce fut une bataille acharnée, des bruits intenses de combat résonnaient tout le temps… Donc, elles sont à terre parce qu’elles ont utilisé trop d’énergie.
Buchou continue.
« Sairaorg a dit aux supérieurs qu’il allait tout prendre, et les supérieurs ont accepté. Donc, il n’y a pas de restriction comme lors du match contre Sitri. Mais il semble que les supérieurs aient ajouté une règle spéciale tout en permettant cela. »
« Règle… spéciale… ? »
Buchou hoche la tête à mes mots.
« Cette fois, le stade sera dans une ville volante située dans le territoire de l’Archeduc Agares. Il semble qu’ils vont accueillir beaucoup de spectateurs, donc ils ne recherchent pas une bataille de longue durée dès le départ. »
Ville volante. Y avait-il des terres flottantes dans le Monde Souterrain ? Dans le Monde Souterrain, de tels endroits existent, donc cela ressemble vraiment à un conte de fantasy.
Et en plus, nous devons participer au jeu alors que beaucoup de gens nous regardent. Comme il y a des spectateurs, cela signifie que nous n’aurons pas un jeu qui dure une journée ou plusieurs jours, hein.
………..Blitz[2] ? Si nous devons rendre les spectateurs heureux, alors il semblerait qu’ils se chauffent avec un blitz.
Buchou esquisse un sourire amer en me regardant, plongé dans mes pensées.
« Le jeu de classement est aussi une forme de divertissement, donc ce n’est pas grave s’il y a des parties qui sont axées sur les préférences des fans. »
« Dans le Monde Souterrain, le groupe Gremory de Rias-sama et le groupe Bael de Sairaorg-sama ont une popularité qui n’a rien à envier à celle d’un professionnel, malgré le fait qu’ils soient un groupe de jeunes qui n’ont pas encore atteint le statut de professionnel. Ce match a déjà attiré beaucoup d’attention. Il est même mentionné à la télévision tous les jours. »
Ravel ajoute cela.
En l’entendant dire cela, il semble vraiment que cela va devenir un champ de bataille qui recevra de bonnes réactions de la part des spectateurs…..
Hmm, puisque je vais devoir continuer à être un diable, il ne serait pas bon que je ne commence pas à réfléchir à ces aspects du jeu. C’est vraiment différent d’un vrai combat. Divertissement. Je suis un Oppai-dragon, alors peut-être que je dois le chauffer avec ça, peut-être…… ? Puisqu’il semble que beaucoup d’enfants vont venir après tout…..
Bon, mais pour l’instant, je dois m’entraîner dur en croyant en notre victoire.
« Merci, Ravel. C’était un bon conseil. »
Lorsque je lui ai exprimé ma gratitude…
« Je.. C’est évident que je t’aide au moins avec ça ! Si l’endroit qui s’occupe de moi perd dans ce précieux match, même moi je serais embarrassée ! »
Le visage de Ravel devient rouge, et elle répond en mode tsun-tsun.
Oui, comme Ravel vient de dire, elle a commencé à vivre à la résidence Hyoudou depuis hier. Mais parce qu’elle est une véritable Ojou-sama, il semble qu’il y ait beaucoup de choses qu’elle ne sait pas en vivant dans un endroit sans ses serviteurs. Donc, elle doit tout apprendre depuis le début, comme utiliser des baguettes, ou la façon d’utiliser une machine à laver. Je vais aussi l’accompagner et lui apprendre des choses.
Mais Ravel se fait réprimander par Koneko-chan à chaque fois que cela arrive, et elles commencent à se disputer. Il semble vraiment que Koneko-chan et Ravel ne peuvent pas coopérer.
Chaque fois qu’elles se voient, elles détourent le regard après avoir dit « Hmph ! ».
…….Les chats et les oiseaux ont-ils une mauvaise compatibilité ?
C’est plutôt la première fois que je vois Koneko-chan comme ça. Bien que cela ne semble pas que toutes les deux se haïssent du fond du cœur…. Est-ce qu’il est acceptable de les considérer comme des partenaires de combat……. ?
Oui, je pense que je vais en rester là pour l’instant.
Je me suis levé, et j’ai dit à Kiba.
« D’accord, essayons de voir si cette méthode pour transférer la puissance fonctionne ou pas ! »
J’ai essayé de reprendre mon entraînement après avoir redressé mon esprit, mais-
« Ce sera tout pour aujourd’hui. »
Buchou nous a arrêtés. Elle continue ensuite.
« Nous avons une conférence de presse demain. Si nous continuons à nous entraîner, nous serons en mauvaise posture demain devant les journalistes. »
………Conférence de presse…. ?
J’ai ouvert grand les yeux en entendant cela. ……. Une conférence de presse, dis-tu……
J’ai fait une tête idiote pendant que Buchou ajoutait des informations supplémentaires.
« Ara. Ne t’ai-je pas dit ? Il a été décidé que notre groupe et celui de Sairaorg auront une conférence de presse ensemble. Elle sera diffusée à la télévision, alors ne fais pas une tête bizarre, d’accord ? »
« Euh… eeeeeeeeeeeeeh !? »
Je suis resté choqué par cette information que j’ai entendue pour la première fois.
Partie 2
Et comme ça, le soir du lendemain, l’endroit où nous sommes allés après avoir terminé toutes les activités (y compris le festival scolaire) est un restaurant de luxe situé dans le territoire de Gremory.
Actuellement, nous sommes en attente dans la cabine située au dernier étage. C’était simplement une pièce spacieuse. Il y a des meubles qui ont l’air coûteux, et sur la table, il y a des fruits et des gâteaux que je n’avais jamais vus auparavant, tous alignés.
Bâtiment super cher ! Même la façon dont il est construit semble coûteuse ! Ce soir, dans la salle de cet hôtel situé au deuxième étage, il y aura une conférence de presse conjointe du groupe Gremory et du groupe Bael.
C’est simple. Ce sera une interview animée avant le match.
Ce sera une interview principalement centrée sur Buchou et Sairaorg-san. Moi… je serai aussi interviewé ! Parce que je suis le Dragon Oppai !
Q-Qu’est-ce que je suis censé dire !? Je ne sais pas non plus quel sera le sujet qu’ils me poseront lors de l’interview !
[Veuillez envoyer un message à toutes les beautés du Underworld.]
Peut-être qu’un journaliste me demandera cela !? ……..Comme ils le feraient. Ceux à qui cela sera demandé seront Sairaorg-san et Kiba. Merde ! Les gars beaux sont vraiment chanceux ! Parfois comme ça, ils peuvent envoyer des messages à toutes les femmes démons du Underworld !
Je suis assis sur le canapé en pensant à ce genre de choses ! Koneko-chan, qui est assise sur mes genoux, est calme, et elle se jette dans les gâteaux !
Koneko-chan a vraiment du cran même dans ce genre de situation !
Asia et Rossweisse-san restent devant le miroir en se demandant « Est-ce que ça ira ? » ou « Est-ce que ça a l’air bien, ou pas ? » et sont désespérées avec leur maquillage.
Xenovia, quant à elle, est calme, et elle vient d’appliquer un maquillage léger.
Buchou et Akeno-san sont parfaitement prêtes.
Il a été décidé que nous porterions notre uniforme habituel pour la conférence de presse, et peut-être parce qu’elles ont déjà mis leur maquillage, mais Buchou et Akeno-san ont l’air élégantes même avec leur uniforme.
Elles sont vraiment belles, les Deux-Grandes Onee-sama, c’est ça…..
Attendez, ce n’est pas le moment d’être fasciné par elles ! Faire ça ne pourra pas diminuer mon nervosisme !
« Gasper-kun, ça va si tu portes ton uniforme de fille habituel ? »
« Y-oui. C’est bizarre de porter un uniforme de garçon pour l’instant…… Plus que ça, je ne veux pas y aller~ ! Ce serait déplacé pour un hikikomori comme moi d’aller à la conférence de presse ! »
Il semble que Kiba et Gasper soient prêts. Et, ne cours pas dans la boîte maintenant, Gasper.
En parlant de Kiba…. Oui, c’est ça, c’est à propos de ma version Triaina pour transférer la puissance via le canon…… Ce matin, je voulais vraiment l’essayer, alors j’ai emmené Kiba avec moi, mais c’était vraiment difficile !
Peut-être parce que la capacité est apparue comme une arme pour attaquer, il se peut que ce soit incroyablement difficile de changer la puissance que je projette en la puissance de transfert. En premier lieu, c’est une idée folle de tirer quelque chose d’autre que la puissance démoniaque du canon.
Mais, cela ne signifie pas qu’il n’y a pas de possibilité. Non, je pense que ce sera possible à l’avenir. Mais, j’ai réalisé que ce n’est pas quelque chose que je peux maîtriser aujourd’hui ou demain. Donc, je ne pourrai pas le faire pour le match…… Si cela devient possible, alors je pourrais devenir utile en tant que soutien pour mes camarades……
Pour le moment, je ne peux pas transférer mon pouvoir à moins de m’approcher d’eux. Je pense cependant que l’idée de Ravel est bonne. En vérité, il serait plus rapide pour moi de me transformer en version Triaina [Chevalier] pour me rapprocher de mes alliés puis transférer mon pouvoir.
……Cela signifie-t-il que cela me conviendrait si c’était un type éro ou un type attaque ?
[Ta capacité principale est d’attaquer après tout. Bien qu’il y ait eu ceux qui se spécialisaient dans le transfert de leur pouvoir parmi les hôtes passés……]
Est-ce vrai, Ddraig ? Comment peux-tu te battre en transférant le pouvoir ?
[Ils ont transféré leur pouvoir à beaucoup de choses, et ont aussi augmenté la vitesse de nombreux effets. Par exemple, il y en avait un qui utilisait la magie de invocation et de seirei, donc en transférant le pouvoir aux seirei et aux créatures, cette personne a créé une façon de se battre avec une variété de styles de combat.]
Hmm, il y avait donc un senpai comme ça. Cette personne est une détentrice opposée à moi puisque je n’ai pas de talent pour les pouvoirs démoniaques. Une Sekiryuutei de type sorcier ! Donc il y a eu une époque comme ça, hein.
Attends, ce n’est pas le moment pour ça ! Juste avant la conférence de presse ! Le temps presse !
Je devrais probablement vérifier une dernière fois dans le miroir alors……
C’est ce que je pensais, mais Koneko-chan ne va pas bouger de mes genoux. Aujourd’hui, elle marche en tirant sur les manches de mon uniforme, et il semble qu’elle soit plus attachée à moi que d’habitude…….
Koneko-chan rougit probablement parce qu’elle a réalisé que je la trouvais suspecte.
“……Aujourd’hui, le Yakitori n’est pas là, alors je veux être sur les genoux du Senpai.”
Akeno-san sourit alors en entendant cela.
“Ara ara. On dirait que Koneko-chan pense que Ravel-chan va lui prendre Ise-kun.”
En entendant Akeno-san dire cela, Koneko-chan devient embarrassée.
“C-C’est vrai….. ?”
Je lui ai demandé timidement, et elle me répond en faisant une tête désagréable.
“………………..Senpai est trop gentil, alors ça me trouble souvent à cause de ça.”
Je ne suis pas vraiment sûr, mais il semble qu’elle était frustrée que je sois avec Ravel tout le temps. Elle pensait que Ravel allait lui prendre son senior, moi ?
Oh mon Dieu ! Je suis donc dépendant d’une junior qui est une fille !
“Je pense aussi que Koneko-chan est adorable, alors ne t’inquiète pas.”
Je dis ça, mais Koneko-chan garde toujours une tête désagréable. Ah, mais sa queue tourne, elle se sent peut-être un peu mieux maintenant ?
Pendant que Koneko-chan et moi avions cette conversation, Buchou qui regardait…..
“Oui….. Ise est trop gentil avec tout le monde. Je………. Non. Ce n’est rien.”
…..dit cela d’un ton bas.
………………? Je suis devenu méfiant envers Buchou qui semble un peu abattée. Ses yeux ont aussi l’air un peu tristes……..
H-Hmmm, Buchou a été bizarre ces derniers temps. Quelque chose s’est-il passé ?
Puis la porte de cette cabine d’essayage s’est ouverte. C’est un membre du personnel.
“Tout le monde, c’est presque l’heure.”
On dirait que la conférence de presse va commencer ! Je commence à être nerveux !
Cela s’est produit pendant que nous nous rendions à l’interview. Nous avons rencontré quelqu’un que nous connaissons bien.
“Ah. Rias-senpai. Hyoudou. Et les autres membres du club de recherche occulte.”
C’est Saji ! Pourquoi est-il ici ?
“Saji ! Que fais-tu ici ?”
En disant cela, il haussa les épaules. Q-Quoi, cette réaction ?
“Tu dis des choses dures……. Bon, ce ne peut pas être évité. Notre match a été décidé alors qu’il n’attirait pas beaucoup d’attention.”
« Nous allons également avoir un match contre Agares. Nous organisons la conférence de presse aujourd’hui. »
…………….
« Qu-Quoiiiiiiiiiiiii! ? »
Q-Quoi viens-tu de dire !? C’est la première fois que j’en entends parler !
Je suis surpris, et Buchou me dit alors en inclinant la tête.
« Je ne t’avais pas dit ? Sona aura aussi un match en même temps que nous contre Seegvaira Agares. Ils se battront également dans le territoire d’Agares, et je pense que leur stade sera au-dessus des îles flottant sur les lacs. »
Je ne l’ai pas entendu ! Tout comme pour la conférence de presse, tu manques à m’avertir à l’avance, Buchou ! Peut-être que ce n’est pas grave parce que nous avons été occupés avec le festival scolaire et la préparation du match !
Saji esquisse un sourire amer.
« C’est comme je te l’ai dit, non ? Que nous ne recevons pas d’attention. Après tout, ton match sera entre le groupe infâme de Gremory avec le dragon Oppai et Rias-senpai contre le groupe du numéro un des jeunes, Sairaorg Bael. »
Soupir, je suis désolé, Saji. Si j’avais su ça avant, on aurait pu s’encourager mutuellement. Il est aussi dans le conseil étudiant, donc ils doivent avoir du mal avec la préparation du festival scolaire.
« Gen-chan, on y va. Ce serait mal si on arrivait en retard. Rias-senpai, on y va alors. »
La [Bishop] Hanakai-san du groupe Sitri dit cela à Saji.
« Ah, oui, c’est ça. Alors, on y va. »
« Oui, au revoir. Dis bonjour à Sona pour moi. »
Répondit Buchou. En inclinant la tête, Saji quitte cet endroit.
Je vois, le Sitri aura aussi un match, hein. L’adversaire sera l’Arch-Duc Agares. Donc cette beauté cool et effrayante sera leur adversaire, hein.
J’ai entendu dire qu’elle est une tacticienne comparable à Kaichou… Il semble que le match consistera à essayer de lire les mouvements de l’autre et se transformera en une bataille de boue. Il semble que ce sera un match que les experts apprécieront.
Après avoir rencontré Saji, nous avons continué à avancer dans le couloir et nous sommes arrivés dans la salle qui deviendra le lieu de la conférence de presse.
[Il semble qu’ils soient arrivés. Le groupe Gremory est arrivé.]
Sous les applaudissements, nous entrons dans la grande salle.
Au moment où je suis entré, une sensation de nervosité m’envahit. On dirait que cet endroit est rempli d’esprit de combat.
Uwaa… Mais il y a tellement de monde. Ce doivent être des journalistes et autres membres des médias. Ils nous regardent tous ! Ils prennent même des photos de nous !
Au-dessus des sièges de la salle de conférence de presse, il y a un rideau avec écrit « Sairaorg Bael VS Rias Gremory » en lettres de diable. Et le groupe Bael est déjà là.
Après un instant, nous nous sommes assis sur les sièges du groupe Gremory. Buchou est assise au centre, Akeno-san est à sa droite, et je suis à sa gauche. Les sièges sont disposés pour attirer l’attention.
Du côté Bael, en particulier Sairaorg-san, je peux sentir une intense énergie émanant de son corps. Donc, ce que j’ai ressenti en entrant était l’esprit de combat de Sairaorg-san, hein.
Son expression est aussi très sérieuse. Il est totalement différent de l’époque où je l’ai rencontré à l’hôpital. ….. Peut-être que le combat entre nous a déjà commencé avec cette conférence de presse.
Sur la deuxième rangée derrière nous, les yeux de Gasper s’ouvraient et se fermaient, et il semble qu’il endure l’embarras. Fais de ton mieux, hikikomori ! C’est le moment critique pour toi !
Puisque tout le monde des deux côtés s’est rassemblé, je voudrais commencer la conférence de presse.
La personne qui sera l’hôte a dit cela, et la conférence de presse a commencé.
Le présentateur nous a expliqué les informations de base sur le déroulement du jeu, la date, etc., puis il a demandé l’avis des deux – le Buchou de [King] et Sairaorg-san.
Ils ont tous deux agi de manière grandiose, et la dignité qu’ils dégageaient était impressionnante.
Je me suis assis tranquillement pendant que mon maître et mes camarades parlaient. Je ne peux pas faire de visages bizarres. Les journalistes pourraient écrire un article étrange avec la moindre de mes expressions.
Reste calme, reste calme…….
Pendant que mes mains deviennent moites, la conférence progresse, et enfin le moment de poser des questions aux membres des deux groupes qui ont suscité beaucoup d’attention est arrivé.
Les filles de notre groupe Gremory, très populaires auprès des hommes, ont répondu aux questions, et Kiba, également populaire chez les femmes, répond sans difficulté.
Puis enfin, la question a été posée à moi !
[Je vais poser une question à Hyoudou Issei-san alias Oppai-dragon, qui est très populaire dans le Monde Souterrain.]
« O-Oui. »
Quelle genre de question vais-je recevoir ? Peut-être quelque chose sur mon type de femmes ? Ou mon avis sur le jeu ?
Alors que mon esprit était en ébullition avec ces pensées, la question que j’ai reçue était…..
[Vas-tu aussi toucher la poitrine de la Princesse Rias cette fois-ci ? Si tu devais la toucher, dans quelle situation le ferais-tu ?]
……………
Mon cerveau est devenu vide à cause de cette question que je n’avais pas du tout anticipée.
« …………U…Euh………….. »
En faisant une tête bizarre, je ne pouvais que dire cela, mais le journaliste continue.
[Comme dans le programme tokusatsu, nous avons appris que tu te renforces en touchant la poitrine de la Princesse Rias. Nous avons aussi entendu dire que tu as surmonté de nombreuses crises grâce à cela ?]
…….C’est une question horrible ! Je vois ! Donc, l’information selon laquelle je me renforce en touchant la poitrine est connue dans tout le Monde Souterrain, hein ! L’impression que j’ai est hors de contrôle ! C’est encore pire parce que c’est la vérité !
Mais, il serait mauvais de ne pas répondre.
« Vous voyez, Bu-Bu-Bucho, non ce n’est pas ça… »
Je suis devenu trop nerveux au point de presque dire « Buchou ». Ce serait mauvais pour moi de l’appeler ainsi devant beaucoup de gens. Je dois l’appeler maître et tout ça ! C’est ce que je pensais, mais c’était mal que je ne parle pas correctement.
[Buchuu !? Étiez-vous sur le point de dire buchu !? Donc cela signifie que vous allez le sucer comme ‘buchuu’, comme dans son sein !?]
Soudain, j’ai reçu de nombreux flashs des caméras, et même les journalistes ont commencé à faire du bruit !
Q-Q-Q-Q-Q-Q-Q-Q-Q-Q-Q-Qu’est-ce que vous avez compris comme malentendu !? Ces journalistes idiotes !
Je n’ai pas dit buchu ! J’essayais de dire ‘Buchou’ ! Idiots ! Vous êtes stupides ! Le malentendu énorme se dirigeait vers une direction encore plus absurde !
[Cela signifie-t-il que vous allez sucer la poitrine de la Princesse Rias !?]
Non ! Il n’y a aucune chance que je propose que « je vais sucer la poitrine » devant toutes ces personnes !
[Si vous vous renforcez en touchant la poitrine, que se passerait-il si vous la sucez !? Le Monde Souterrain pourrait-il s’effondrer !?]
Mais bien sûr que je ne le sais pas, imbécile ! Tu me prends pour un Maou de la poitrine capable de détruire le monde en suçant des seins ou quoi !?
[Princesse Rias ! Veuillez nous donner votre commentaire à ce sujet !]
La question a enfin été dirigée vers Buchou ! Buchou a le visage très rouge, semblant très embarrassée, et elle se couvre le visage avec ses deux mains.
« ……Je… je ne sais pas ! »
C’est ça ! Akeno-san qui est à côté de Buchou n’a pas pu se contrôler et a éclaté de rire. Ah, riez autant que vous voulez alors !
[Concourant Sairaorg, qu’en pensez-vous ?]
Imbécile de journaliste ! Ne lui pose pas cette question !
Sairaorg-san répond avec une expression sérieuse.
« Hmm, il semblerait que le Sekiryuutei devienne incroyablement fort quand il aspire le sein de Rias. »
[OOOOOOOOOOOO !]
Les groupes de journalistes ont commencé à faire du bruit après avoir entendu cela ! Sairaorg-saaaaan ! Pourquoi dis-tu aussi ce genre de choses !?
Ainsi, l’atmosphère tendue de la conférence de presse a disparu, et elle s’est terminée dans une ambiance remplie de rires.
« Hahahahahahahaha ! »
Après la conférence, le groupe Gremory et le groupe Bael. Et Sairaorg-san riait très joyeusement.
« Non, désolé. Mais quand je m’implique avec vous, des choses amusantes arrivent tout le temps. Comme c’était avant le match, je suis entré dans la salle en levant mon esprit combatif, mais on me l’a vraiment enlevé. Non non, au contraire, j’ai pu me détendre. »
« Moue ! Ne dis pas non plus des choses bizarres, Sairaorg ! »
Buchou, qui avait le visage rouge et même des larmes aux yeux, était en colère contre Sairaorg-san. Elle devait être vraiment embarrassée.
Je… je suis désolé, Buchou…… Je l’ai encore embarrassée à cause de moi…….
« Laissez tomber. En fin de compte, nous n’avons pas eu de conférence de presse désordonnée mais une avec plein de choses dont les gens peuvent parler. J’attends avec impatience le journal de demain matin. »
Je ne veux pas ! Si un article disant « Oppai-dragon, cette fois il va sucer ! » sort, je ne pourrai pas faire face aux gens de la maison Gremory !
Sairaorg-san reprend alors son souffle en souriant.
« Je vois. Donc c’est ça, ce que ça fait de combattre le Sekiryuutei, l’Oppai-dragon. Je n’aurais jamais pensé que nous devrions même rivaliser dans les commentaires pour la conférence de presse. »
« Je… je suis désolé, d’avoir agi comme ça…… Je n’essayais pas de faire passer tout le monde pour des idiots…… »
Je m’excusai, mais Sairaorg-san secoua la tête de côté.
« Ce n’est pas vrai. Ça m’a peu importé. Au contraire. Je ressens une puissance mystérieuse venant de vous qui pouvez commencer une telle chose dans un endroit où tout le monde nous regarde. »
Sairaorg-san est généralement une personne stricte, mais il a montré son côté joueur lors de la conférence de presse.
Alors, nous devons nous battre contre quelqu’un comme lui qui nous traite très amicalement.
-En mettant nos rêves en jeu.
Sairaorg-san se retourne, et s’éloigne en agitant la main vers nous.
« C’était amusant ce soir. La prochaine fois que nous nous reverrons, ce sera lors du combat final. –Retrouvons-nous là-haut, dans le ciel. »
Le prochain endroit où nous nous retrouverons sera celui de notre combat.
Oui, la conférence de presse est terminée et la date de notre match approche.
……Je ne veux absolument pas perdre !
Partie 3
« Ah~, j’ai tellement peur de voir le journal du matin du Monde Souterrain demain ! »
Je me plaignais en allant dans le grand bain situé au sous-sol de la résidence Hyoudou.
Après la conférence de presse, nous sommes rentrés à la maison. Et ainsi, nous sommes revenus à notre vie quotidienne habituelle……
Je suis tellement embarrassé que je mourrais en me rappelant ce qui s’est passé lors de la conférence, alors j’ai décidé de prendre un bain pour changer d’humeur.
Le bain spacieux de la résidence Hyoudou ! Il a été ajouté lors d’une grande rénovation de la maison, et il semble qu’il y ait encore assez d’espace même avec vingt personnes à l’intérieur. Juste au cas où, il y a aussi un bain ordinaire au premier étage.
Il semble que toutes les filles qui vivent ici prennent un bain en se lavant mutuellement…..
Il est conçu de façon à ce que même ma famille puisse utiliser cet endroit, mais maman a dit à papa « S’il te plaît, prends un bain au premier étage ! », alors seul papa utilise le bain du premier étage.
Ceci a été décidé parce qu’il y a des filles qui vivent ici. Papa ne veut pas non plus provoquer de problème international, alors il a accepté et utilise le bain du premier étage. Maintenant, c’est devenu un bain réservé à papa. Il semble que ce ne soit pas mal de monopoliser une baignoire. Eh bien, il ne serait certainement pas mauvais d’avoir sa propre baignoire.
Maman m’a aussi dit de ne pas prendre de bain ici, mais je l’utilise quand j’en ai l’occasion.
Rencontrer une situation où je tomberais sur les filles nues lors d’une rencontre « lucky-sukebe » serait une situation géniale !
Je veux dire, regarde à quel point ce bain est magnifique. Je veux aussi l’utiliser.
…….Rester dans le bain ne changera même pas mon humeur. Peut-être parce que le match approche, ou peut-être parce que mon excitation monte.
……Après tout, ce sera un match où nos rêves sont en jeu………
D’accord, je vais maintenant entrer dans le sauna ! Oui. Ce grand bain dispose d’un ensemble complet avec un sauna et un bain froid ! La fortune de la famille Gremory est vraiment terrifiante ! Il n’y a pas de mal à en avoir plus !
En entrant dans le sauna, je suis resté là à ne rien faire pendant dix minutes.
Une quantité importante de sueur a coulé de tout mon corps. Si je prends un bain froid après ça, j’aurai l’impression d’être rafraîchi. Une fois sorti du bain, je vais boire un café au lait glacé.
C’est alors que je pensais partir d’ici…..
La porte s’ouvre, et une personne complètement nue……Buchouuuuuuuu !?
« Ara, Ise. »
Sans même porter une serviette, Buchou est devant moi dans l’état dans lequel elle est née ! Elle ne tente même pas de cacher son corps, même en sachant que je suis là ! Pourquoi es-tu si audacieuse, Buchou !?
« U-Umm ! Je…je…. ! »
Je cache mon sexe avec mes mains et essaie de partir. –Mais Buchou prend ma main et m’empêche de partir.
« C’est bon. Reste un peu avec moi. »
C’est bon !? Je vais tout voir de ton corps, tu sais !? Merci beaucoup !
Je me suis assis à côté de Buchou, et j’ai regardé son corps érotique qui est si irrésistible. Peut-être qu’elle a pris un bain ou s’est simplement lavée, mais ses cheveux longs et mouillés de couleur cramoisie collent à son corps, ce qui rend son corps plus sexy que d’habitude !
Buchou remue ses cheveux avec sa main tout en croisant ses jambes. Le moment où elle croise ses jambes est tellement séduisant que j’avale ma salive !
Je suis seul avec Buchou dans une seule pièce ! Mon corps devient surchauffé à cause de la chaleur du sauna et du désir qui monte en moi ! Merde ! Si j’étais un homme assez fort, j’aurais voulu la pousser au sol !
« Nous ne sommes que tous les deux. Si Ise me poussait, que se passerait-il pour moi ? »
Buchou-sama me dit quelque chose d’érotique comme ça ! S’il vous plaît, épargnez-moi ! En ce moment, je suis dans un état où je ne peux pas me contrôler !
« Mais, puisque tu dois déjà connaître mon corps, tu ne ressens peut-être pas ça ? »
« T-Ce n’est pas vrai ! Le corps de Buchou est le meilleur ! »
Nous avons échangé une conversation que nous avons habituellement ! Buchou me taquine, et je lui réponds ! Notre échange habituel où Buchou aime que je fasse l’innocent !
Mais cette fois, c’était différent.
Buchou prend ma main et-
Munyuu !
Elle la pose sur sa poitrine ! Le corps de Buchou, devenu humide de sueur, procure une sensation stimulante à ma main !
Buchou murmure alors d’une voix très charmante.
« …..Si c’est vraiment comme ça que tu te sens, alors pousse-moi par terre ici même……… »
Buchou dit cela avec une expression légèrement rouge et un peu triste.
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‘Exactement’ à ce moment-là, Buchou s’arrête après avoir entendu ce que j’ai dit.
“………..“Buchou”……? Tu appelles encore la femme avec qui tu vas faire l’amour……même si je fais ça……Buchou…..?”
Buchou se leva sans expression. Elle avait une expression si séduisante jusqu’à il y a un instant, et maintenant elle a une expression où elle semble sans émotion.
“……..Pour toi, ‘que’ suis-je……?”
Buchou se sépare de moi. Je bouge aussi, mais…….. Buchou a tout son corps qui tremble. Elle essaie alors de quitter immédiatement la salle de sauna.
Q-Qu’est-ce qui s’est passé!? Ai-je fait quelque chose de mal!?
“Buchou, que se passe–”
“Ne me suis pas!”
En me coupant la parole, Buchou cria. Sa voix était mêlée de pleurs.
Buchou partit. Je…….je ne sais pas ce qui vient de se passer, et je ne peux que regarder les gouttes de larmes que Buchou a laissées sur le sol en partant.—
Partie 4
Après l’école, le lendemain.
Je pris une profonde inspiration dans la salle du club.
Ce que j’ai dans la main, c’est le journal de l’Underworld.
[Oppai-dragon va ‘buchuu’ sucer la Switch!?]
C’était un article horrible comme je l’avais prévu. Je commençais à me sentir étourdi, bon sang…..
En réalité, ce n’est pas mon problème pour l’instant. Parce qu’il y a un autre problème.
…….La nuit dernière, j’ai contrarié Buchou. Après cela, quand je suis sorti du bain, il y avait un morceau de papier collé à la porte de ma chambre qui disait “Interdit à Ise !” et je n’ai pas pu entrer dans la chambre jusqu’à ce matin.
Apparemment, Buchou a dormi avec Asia. Donc, j’ai dormi dans la pièce inutilisée. ……..C’était vraiment une nuit solitaire. Même quand je me suis réveillé, Buchou était toujours en colère, et même si elle m’a parlé, c’était une conversation banale où elle ne m’a pas souri.
Les filles ont aussi compris cela, et tout le monde m’a demandé “Est-ce qu’il s’est passé quelque chose ?”…….
Je leur ai répondu que je ne sais pas, mais tout le monde a dit “Non, c’est sûrement ta faute” et tout le monde disait que j’étais le mauvais.
………Eh bien, c’est probablement ma faute……. Quelle erreur ai-je faite dans cette situation ? Je n’en ai aucune idée.
J’ai entendu dire que les femmes recherchent une atmosphère romantique, donc je pense que la raison se trouve quelque part là-bas. Mon action….était mauvaise, je suppose.
Mais, quelle erreur ai-je faite!?
Ce qui me vient à l’esprit, c’est le mot que la mère de Buchou m’a dit l’autre jour quand je l’ai vue. …….Il semble que la réponse se trouve quelque part là-bas…… Mais cela ne signifie pas que la folle illusion que j’ai est possible, en fait, cela semble totalement hors de propos……..
Dans la vie privée, quelle est l’existence de Buchou pour moi……. Les mots de la mère de Buchou tournent en rond dans ma tête.
Quelque chose qui n’est pas une relation maître-serviteur…….
Une des réponses surgit dans ma tête, mais cela semble trop tiré par les cheveux et c’est plus comme mon illusion……
Aussi…….., que dois-je faire si mon hypothèse est fausse…….?
…….Encore une fois, ‘elle’ apparaît dans ma tête.
—L’ange déchu Raynare.
La femme qui m’a trompé. Ma première petite amie.
……C’est un souvenir horrible.
À cause de cette expérience, je suis devenu quelqu’un qui ne peut pas tout aller jusqu’au bout…….. J’avais une épine profondément enfoncée dans mon cœur. Même jusqu’à maintenant……Je ne peux pas l’enlever.
Je veux m’entendre encore plus avec les filles de notre groupe, mais je m’arrête à mi-chemin.
…….Merde. Je suis si faible. Je suis si pathétique. Je comprends cela moi-même, mais même ainsi je ne peux rien y faire. Mais je veux dire mes sentiments à Buchou!
………Quand pourrai-je avancer……?
…….Je devrais arrêter de penser à ça. Il va y avoir une réunion importante avec Azazel-sensei concernant le jeu.
Les autres dans la salle du club sont Kiba et Gasper. Tous les autres ne sont pas encore arrivés. Le trio de l’Église, qui est dans la même classe que moi, s’est dirigé vers le nouveau bâtiment scolaire pour récupérer du tissu pour la préparation du festival scolaire.
Buchou et Akeno-san ne sont pas là non plus. Seulement les garçons.
« Yo, Gasper. Comment se comportent ces deux dans la classe ? »
J’ai alors décidé de parler à Gasper.
« O-oui… Koneko-chan et Ravel-san se disputent à chaque petite chose. Koneko-chan, qui est habituellement silencieuse, fait des commentaires sévères à Ravel-san… »
Donc, elles n’ont pas changé, hein.
« M-Mais, même si Koneko-chan se plaint de Ravel-san, qui n’est pas familière avec le mode de vie dans le monde humain, elle continue de veiller sur elle, et Ravel-san suit aussi Koneko-chan même si elle la gronde… »
C’est ça ? Même si elles disent ça, elles semblent vraiment bien s’entendre.
« H-Hmm. Ça m’a encore plus embrouillé l’esprit. Le cœur d’une jeune fille est vraiment compliqué… »
J’ai dit cela en regardant le plafond, et—
« Elles ont probablement toutes les deux compris la personne à laquelle chacune pense toujours. C’est pourquoi elles se disputent chaque fois qu’il se passe quelque chose. D’autant plus qu’elles sont dans la même année. »
Sensei, qui vient d’entrer, dit cela en me regardant.
« …..Q-Qu’est-ce que tu veux dire, Sensei ? »
« Eh bien, Koneko suivra ce que tu lui as dit et continuera de veiller sur Ravel dans sa classe, et Ravel comptera aussi sur Koneko pour s’adapter au mode de vie du monde humain. »
« Haa… C’est comme ça que ça s’est terminé ? »
J’ai répondu sans force dans la voix.
« …….Il semble que je ne peux pas devenir utile à Ravel-san comme le peut Koneko-chan. M…Plus ou moins, il semble que je ne peux pas être utile à tout le monde, ni dans la vie privée ni au combat… »
Gasper dit cela en se sentant un peu déprimé.
« Tes yeux ont été autorisés à être utilisés pour ce combat, et tu peux maintenant porter une bouteille contenant mon sang. Tu te sens toujours mal à l’aise ? »
Quand je lui ai demandé, Gasper hoche la tête.
« …….Je n’ai pas le courage ni la force comme Ise-senpai… Je ne peux pas non plus utiliser des épées comme Yuuto-senpai… Je serais heureux si je pouvais au moins être utile pour soutenir… Mais en tant que garçon, je me sens honteux de moi-même~ ! »
Donc, il veut être utile pour le groupe en tant que garçon. Même s’il s’habille comme une fille, c’est un garçon après tout.
D’accord, je vais lui donner quelques leçons alors !
« Gasper ! Grave dans ton cœur ce que je vais te dire ! [Leçon 1 pour les mâles du groupe Gremory ! Un homme doit protéger une fille ! Récite après moi] ! »
« U-une homme doit protéger une fille ! »
« Bien, passons à la suivante ! [Leçon 2 pour les mâles du groupe Gremory ! Un homme doit se lever quoi qu’il arrive] ! »
« U-une homme doit se lever quoi qu’il arrive ! »
« Enfin ! [Leçon 3 pour les mâles du groupe Gremory ! N’abandonne pas quoi qu’il arrive] ! »
« N-N’abandonne pas quoi qu’il arrive ! »
« Bien, il te suffit de graver cela dans ton cœur et de te battre comme un vrai homme du groupe Gremory. »
« O-Oui ! Je vais l’inculquer en moi et travailler dur~ ! »
Oh, il a vraiment beaucoup d’enthousiasme. Kiba riait aussi doucement.
Ça a l’air bien. Je pense que je vais aussi l’ancrer dans mon cœur.
Fais simplement cela. Ne pas abandonner même si quelque chose arrive, c’est ce qu’un homme du groupe Gremory doit être.
Ça a vraiment l’air ennuyeux.
Sensei dit cela les yeux à moitié ouverts en regardant notre conversation.
Pendant que les gars s’énervaient comme ça, Buchou et les autres membres sont entrés.
J’ai regardé Buchou… mais elle était toujours impassible même si elle sait que je la regarde.
………..Elle est toujours en colère……… Que dois-je faire maintenant si Buchou continue à me détester……?
J’ai été un peu choqué. Sensei regarde alors tout le monde et dit cela.
“Alors, nous allons commencer notre réunion.”
La première chose que Sensei a dite avec un visage sérieux était ceci.
“Avant de commencer la réunion pour le prochain match, il y a des choses que je veux discuter concernant la situation de chaque faction. –Il semble qu’il y aura quelques problèmes concernant les Sacred Gears.”
“Qu’est-ce que tu veux dire ?”
Kiba demande, et Sensei continue.
“Vous devriez savoir que la faction des Héros a étudié le Balance-Breaker. Puisque vous l’avez expérimenté de vos propres corps.”
Oui. Nous avons vraiment vécu cela à Kyoto. Ces gars-là savaient vraiment beaucoup sur la façon d’utiliser les Sacred Gears. Plus encore, il semble qu’ils connaissaient aussi beaucoup nos Sacred Gears et leurs caractéristiques. C’est le contraire total des connaissances de Sensei sur les Sacred Gears. –Il semble qu’ils aient touché à des types de recherches interdits qu’ils ne devraient pas approcher et même essayé de les faire.
“Il est dit qu’ils ont commencé à enseigner aux possesseurs de Sacred Gears, qui se mêlent aux gens ordinaires ne faisant pas partie de la faction des Héros, ainsi qu’aux démons réincarnés qui sont aussi possesseurs de Sacred Gears, comment atteindre le Balance-Breaker.”
Enseigner la voie pour atteindre le Balance-Breaker aux gens ordinaires qui possèdent des Sacred Gears…….et aux démons réincarnés qui possèdent aussi des Sacred Gears ?
Je…Ce n’est pas une mauvaise chose….? Pour commencer, le Balance-Breaker est quelque chose qui te donne de grands pouvoirs.
Sensei hoche la tête en voyant mon expression.
“Alors, à quoi cela mènera-t-il ? –Si quelqu’un qui a eu une vie malheureuse voit sa vie changer soudainement, et s’il acquiert un pouvoir qui est censé briser l’équilibre du monde, alors sa vision du monde changera. Comme vous le savez tous, tous ceux qui possèdent un Sacred Gear n’ont pas eu une vie facile. Il n’est pas rare que ceux qui ont été persécutés et discriminés à cause de leur pouvoir différent des autres. Il y a des cas où les possesseurs ont été réincarnés en démons avec un accord injuste et ont été transformés en serviteurs.”
Buchou continue là où Sensei s’est arrêté.
“…….Tous les démons ne sont pas justes après tout…… Et il y en a parmi les démons de haut rang qui sont cruels aussi. Certains ont développé des façons de penser différentes à cause du monde humain, mais naturellement, les démons sont ceux qui ont des façons de penser logiques.”
Les possesseurs de Sacred Gears qui ont été réincarnés de force….. Et ces gars qui atteignent le Balance-Breaker…….
Sensei continue.
“Oui, il y a des possesseurs de Sacred Gears qui vivent actuellement en ayant goûté à cette injustice. Alors, que se passerait-il si des gars comme ça apprenaient à utiliser leurs pouvoirs et atteignaient un pouvoir écrasant, le Balance-Breaker ?”
Pendant que tout le monde devenait silencieux, Sensei dit cela avec une expression plus sombre.
“-Ils l’utiliseront. Leur pouvoir, c’est ça. Si ce sont des humains, ils pourraient l’utiliser pour se venger des autres, et si ce sont des démons réincarnés possédant des Sacred Gears, ils penseraient à rendre la pareille à leur maître qui les a traités cruellement.”
………C’est mauvais.
Donc, cela signifie qu’une révolte pourrait se produire dans le monde humain et dans le Monde Souterrain ! En plus, dans l’état de Balance-Breaker ! Après tout, il y a beaucoup de possesseurs de Sacred Gear qui sont insatisfaits de leur situation actuelle.
« ……Ce serait effrayant. »
Quand je lui dis ce que je pense vraiment, Sensei hoche la tête.
« Oui, ce serait une chose effrayante à bien des égards. Les limites de ce que les humains peuvent accomplir, un défi pour les êtres supérieurs, pour ces gars de la faction Héros qui ont étudié le Balance Breaker, on peut dire que ce qui va arriver à partir de maintenant sera l’un de leurs résultats. Il ne faut pas longtemps avant que les possesseurs de Sacred Gear, quelque part dans le monde humain et dans le Monde Souterrain, qui ressentent une insatisfaction, ne commencent une révolte. »
–Donc, les actions que la faction Héros a déjà entreprises ont atteint le cœur de quelque chose de sérieux, hein.
Sensei le dit alors avec un visage effrayant.
« Nous avons été complètement dupés. Nous ne savons toujours pas comment cela se terminera pour ceux qui sont des terroristes, mais il est certain que nous avons subi un coup dur de leur part. Cela influencera sûrement les choses à partir de maintenant. C’est regrettable, mais ils ont réussi. Une fois de plus, j’ai réalisé la peur que suscite l’humanité. »
……Dans un avenir proche, il pourrait y avoir des incidents parmi les démons de haut rang. Dans mon cas…… grâce à mon maître Buchou qui est gentil, les possesseurs de Sacred Gear parmi nous, c’est-à-dire moi, Asia, Kiba et Gasper, ne ressentent même pas d’insatisfaction, mais vivent leur vie heureux chaque jour.
Je comprends que ce n’est pas le cas de tout le monde. Le possesseur de l’utilisateur de l’ombre qui est venu contre moi à Kyoto. Il semblait que sa vie avait changé après qu’on lui ait appris comment utiliser son pouvoir et la façon de l’utiliser. Si quelqu’un qui a vécu une vie douloureuse obtient un pouvoir qui peut changer leur vie alors……. ils l’utiliseront, hein.
Et cela signifie que des personnes comme ça apparaîtront beaucoup à partir de maintenant……
Hé, le Dieu de la Bible qui est censé être mort. Pourquoi as-tu créé le système Sacred Gear et qu’avais-tu en tête ? Était-ce pour sauver les humains ? Était-ce pour sauver ceux qui en ont besoin ? Était-ce pour donner naissance à des héros ou des yuusha ?
Si tu les as créés parce que c’est pratique et pour améliorer leur vie, ce n’est pas vraiment efficace.
C’est devenu une chose très délicate, capable de provoquer des révoltes et des guerres dans divers endroits. À cause de cela, il y a des êtres qui peuvent même tuer des êtres de niveau Dieu. L’un d’eux réside même en moi.
…………Si j’avais emprunté un chemin différent, aurais-je aussi été du côté de ceux qui causent la destruction ? Je ne veux pas y penser……..
L’atmosphère dans la salle du club est devenue sérieuse. Sensei s’en est rendu compte, alors il a toussé.
« -Oh, désolé. C’est vrai, aujourd’hui, je suis venu ici en tant que conseiller pour le match contre Sairaorg. »
C’est ça ! La réunion ! Le match contre Bael approche ! Nous devons demander des conseils à Sensei avant la bataille, et je dois les étudier avec tout le monde !
Pour changer l’atmosphère de la salle du club, j’ai levé la main et demandé à Sensei.
« Sairaorg-san a-t-il aussi quelqu’un comme Sensei qui agit en tant que conseiller ? »
Oui, comme toujours, le conseiller du groupe Gremory est Azazel-sensei. Avoir le leader d’une des factions comme notre conseiller, c’est une chance pour les jeunes.
Eh bien, il semble que Sensei donne aussi souvent des conseils au groupe Sitri, et si les personnes à qui il donne des conseils ne sont pas des gens dangereux, alors il semble qu’il leur enseigne beaucoup de choses.
« Oui, ils en ont aussi un. Il semble que l’Empereur-sama soit avec eux. »
“—! ……..Belial Diehauser.”
Celui qui a le plus répondu aux paroles de Sensei est Buchou.
À l’avenir, pour Buchou qui souhaite obtenir des titres dans chaque jeu, il est sa cible. C’est le champion actuel, l’Empereur Belial.
…….Vas-tu aussi devenir un grand obstacle lorsque je deviendrai indépendant et que je participerai au jeu ?
“Eh bien, si Rias et Ise participent au jeu en tant que démons de haut rang, alors tu peux le voir comme ta grande cible après ta participation officielle au jeu. Les membres du groupe ne pourront pas l’éviter si leur maître décide de participer au jeu.”
Dit Sensei.
“Alors, avez-vous tous mémorisé les données sur le groupe de Sairaorg ?”
Tout le monde, moi y compris, acquiesce à la question de Sensei.
Oui, pas de problème. Nous avons beaucoup étudié le groupe de Sairaorg-san. Bon, la seule chose que nous savons pour l’instant, ce sont leurs capacités. Même si, ne pas les connaître ou les connaître peut changer notre enthousiasme pour le match. Alors, nous avons regardé à plusieurs reprises la vidéo de leur match contre Glasya-Labolas !
Sensei active la vision holographique dans l’air. Chacun des membres du groupe Bael apparaît avec ses paramètres. Sensei dit en les regardant.
“Il semble qu’il y ait eu ceux qui n’ont pas montré toute leur puissance lors du match contre Glasya-Labolas. Eh bien, lors de ce match, le gamin de Glasya-Labolas a défié Sairaorg en face-à-face après tout. Donc, Sairaorg a essentiellement terminé le match. Et-”
Sensei dit cela en croisant les bras.
“Sairaorg et son groupe sont des démons rares qui s’entraînent réellement, comme vous. Ils ont sûrement progressé depuis leur match contre Glasya-Labolas.”
Oui, le groupe Bael est aussi composé de démons qui font une chose rare appelée travailler dur. Tout comme nous, ils s’entraînent tous les jours et augmentent leur force. ……Ils doivent donc être plus puissants que lorsque cette vidéo a été enregistrée.
“On dit qu’ils ont aussi combattu contre la Khaos Brigade. Donc, ils ont de l’expérience dans des batailles dangereuses réelles. Il semble que l’avis de Yondai-Maou, Sirzechs et des autres Maou de “Je ne veux pas que les jeunes soient envoyés à la guerre autant que possible” ait été vain. Eh bien, il y a des jeunes démons comme vous qui rencontrent des batailles imprudentes après tout.”
Sensei dit cela en esquissant un sourire amer.
……C’est totalement vrai. Je veux juste vivre paisiblement, mais j’ai fini par rencontrer un Dieu et un gars avec le Longinus ultime, tu sais ? Je n’aurais jamais pensé rencontrer un combat transcendantal à Kyoto ! Même si c’est mon destin, c’est trop désastreux !
Puis Rossweisse-san, qui a un visage sérieux, parle.
“…….Ce [Pion] du côté adverse n’est pas apparu dans la vidéo, n’est-ce pas ?”
Nous regardons tous dans la même direction. Une personne portant un masque à l’aspect cyber apparaît. Son nom est simplement écrit comme [Pion].
…….Pion. Le groupe de Sairaorg-san se compose d’un [Reine], deux [Tour], deux [Cavalier], deux [Fou] et leur formation ressemble à la nôtre. Et ce [Pion]….
Je ne vois pas d’autres [Pion] dans le groupe Bael. Juste cette personne masquée.
“Lors de la conférence de presse, le journaliste a aussi probablement interrogé Sairaorg Bael à propos de cette personne.”
Kiba dit. J’étais nerveux, donc je ne me souviens pas, mais est-ce que Sairaorg-san a été interrogé à ce sujet lors de la conférence de presse ?
Si cette personne masquée était là avec nous, elle aurait eu un impact fort et je m’en souviendrais. Alors, ce ‘M. Masque’ n’était pas présent à la conférence de presse.
…Apparemment, ce [Pion] est un gars que Sairaorg utilise à peine. Il y a donc peu d’informations à son sujet. Comme il porte un masque, nous ne savons même pas qui il est. Il a été révélé pour la première fois lors de ce match. Cela signifie donc que Sairaorg l’utiliserait pour les autres combats à partir de maintenant. Il semble que Sairaorg essaie de faire en sorte que ce gars n’ait pas de contact avec les autres autant que possible. La seule rumeur que j’ai entendue à son sujet est qu’il aurait utilisé 6 ou 7 pièces de [Pion]. C’est pourquoi le seul [Pion] que Sairaorg possède, c’est lui.
[6!? 7!?]
Nous avons tous crié en même temps à cause de cette révélation choquante ! 7 ! J’en ai utilisé 8 ! Si ce gars a effectivement utilisé 7, cela signifie qu’il est un adversaire assez habile ou qu’il possède des pouvoirs à fort potentiel !
Sensei continue.
« Puisque nous ne disposons pas de toutes les données à son sujet, vous devriez aborder le match en étant très prudent avec ce [Pion]. Après tout, des types de tous horizons sont là pour se battre lors de ce match… La arme secrète de Sairaorg, c’est comme son ‘petit tigre’, hein. »
Petite tigresse… Ah oui, la mère de Sairaorg-san vient d’une famille qui gouverne le Lion… C’est effrayant de penser à quel genre d’adversaire il pourrait être. Eh bien, cela pourrait-il se transformer en un combat soudain sans rien savoir de lui ? Non, je ne peux pas penser comme ça ! Je dois aussi utiliser mon cerveau encore plus !
Après cela, Buchou se tenait devant nous et parlait de la stratégie pour le match et des mesures contre les adversaires, et nous les avons tous mémorisées.
Irina, qui était avec nous, écoutait cela avec beaucoup d’intérêt. Ravel, quant à lui, prenait des notes avec diligence. Ravel aime vraiment apprendre.
Après avoir terminé notre discussion, j’ai levé la main et posé une question à Sensei qui me trottait dans la tête.
« Sensei, si nous participons au Match de Classement officiel, quelles sont nos chances de croiser le Champion à l’avenir… ? Cela sera-t-il acceptable du point de vue de Sensei ? »
« Vous, ainsi que Sairaorg, êtes des jeunes avec une force anormale. Je dis cela parce que ce groupe rassemble de nombreux membres puissants, même si vous n’avez pas encore participé au match officiel. Et aussi, l’expérience en combat réel. – Vous avez tous une expérience de combat contre des ennemis de niveau mondial. En plus, tout le monde a survécu. Des choses comme ça n’arrivent pas souvent, et vous êtes considérés comme une équipe de nouveaux venus de haut niveau. Vous devriez pouvoir viser assez haut lorsque vous participerez au match officiel. Ce n’est qu’une question de temps avant que vous ne soyez dans le Top-10. »
Nous avons reçu des éloges très élevées du Gouverneur des anges déchus !
Nous nous sommes sentis très timides, et Sensei continue.
« Mais, à cause de cela, vous attirez beaucoup d’attention du Monde Souterrain. Lors du prochain match, tout le Monde Souterrain vous regardera. Vous êtes déjà célèbres pour avoir arrêté le Dieu Mal Loki et les terroristes. En plus, vous avez réussi à faire monter la pression lors de la conférence de presse, et les résidents du Monde Souterrain ont été témoins de la nouvelle brise pour l’avenir des démons. »
…Avenir des démons. Ça sonne si grandiose.
« Bien sûr, les meilleurs du classement actuel vous prêteront attention, ainsi qu’à Sairaorg, et commenceront à faire des recherches sur vous, qui deviendrez de nouveaux ennemis pour eux. C’est une bonne tendance. Les meilleurs du classement, qui ont à peine bougé, m’enthousiasment en pensant que vous et Sairaorg pourriez faire partie d’eux dans un avenir pas si lointain. »
Sensei dit cela ensuite en souriant avec vivacité.
-Changeons-le, le Jeu de Classement, c’est ça. Les dix meilleurs et l’Empereur, vous, les jeunes, allez leur botter le derrière et créer un nouveau flux dans le Jeu de Classement.
-Nous allons le changer ?
Le Jeu de Classement……, en battant le Champion……. Et nous deviendrons les Champions…… ?
…………Je veux devenir ça.
Champion ! Le conquérant du Jeu ! Je veux aussi devenir un Roi du Harem, mais être le Champion du Jeu de Classement n’est peut-être pas une mauvaise idée ! Et surtout……Je veux faire de Buchou le Champion.
C’est parce que c’est le rêve que Buchou cherche….
J’ai tellement de rêves et d’ambitions. Peut-être suis-je un diable qui a tellement de cupidité.
Mais—. Je veux réaliser tous ces rêves. Non, je vais les réaliser !
Partie 5
Après l’école, après la fin de la réunion.
Sensei et Rossweisse-san sont partis car ils ont encore des choses à faire en tant qu’enseignants.
Nous préparons le festival scolaire avec les membres restants. Il semble que Kiba et moi devons faire des tâches liées à la puissance.
……Je jette alors un coup d’œil à Buchou. Elle regarde les documents utilisés lors de la réunion et les lit.
…….Elle n’est toujours pas revenue à sa bonne humeur. Hmm, que dois-je faire ? Si je ne me réconcilie pas avec elle avant le jeu, j’ai peur que cela ne cause des difficultés. S’excuser…..il semble qu’elle ne me pardonnera pas à moins que je reconnaisse la cause et que je m’excuse auprès d’elle…… Et je ne connais pas la cause de cela ! Hmm……
Cela s’est produit quand je me suis perdu dans mes pensées à ce sujet.
Une lumière traverse le sommet de la table. La lumière dessine un cercle, puis se transforme en une forme de cercle magique….
……C’est un symbole familier.
“…….Phénix ?”
Koneko-chan murmure. C’est ça ! C’est exactement comme Koneko-chan l’a dit ! C’est le cercle magique du Phénix !
C’est un petit cercle magique de la taille pour apparaître au-dessus de la table, donc est-ce un type de communication ? Mais qui ? ………Ne me dis pas que c’est Raiser ? Que veut-il ?
J’étais en suspens, mais à partir du cercle magique, une image holographique a été projetée et le visage d’une jeune femme apparaît.
Elle a une atmosphère de haute classe et un regard. Elle a les cheveux relevés et ornés d’accessoires coûteux.
“Okaa-sama !”
Ravel a dit d’une voix choquante.
Okaa-sama ? La mère de Ravel ? Donc elle est l’épouse du chef actuel de la maison Phoenix, ce qui fait d’elle aussi la mère de Raiser. Elle est jolie. Elle semble avoir une vingtaine d’années. Comme c’est une démon, je ne connais pas son âge réel……. Mais elle ressemble certainement à Ravel !
[Comment allez-vous, Ravel. Désolée pour cet appel soudain. Je n’ai pas eu le temps, alors j’ai fini par appeler à cette heure. Dans le monde humain, le Japon, c’est encore l’heure d’école, n’est-ce pas ?]
“Y-oui, c’est bien ça, mais pourquoi avez-vous appelé tout à coup ?”
Quand Ravel demande, Lady Phoenix répond….
[…….Rias-san et Sekiryuutei-san sont-ils là ?]
Celui qui a été appelé par elle est Buchou…..et moi ? Pourquoi moi ?
Buchou se tient devant la projection.
“Enchantée, Obaa-sama. Ça fait longtemps.”
[Ara, Rias-san. Comment allez-vous. Ça fait effectivement un moment. Et…..]
La dame regarde autour d’elle. Cherche-t-elle moi ? Je me suis placé là où elle peut me voir immédiatement.
“Ah, bonjour. Je suis Hyoudou Issei.”
[Bonjour à vous aussi. C’est la première fois que nous nous rencontrons ainsi, n’est-ce pas Hyoudou Issei-san du Sekiryuutei. Je m’excuse de me présenter ainsi.]
« N—Non. D—Donc, avez-vous une affaire avec moi… ? »
Je demande en agissant poliment.
[Oui, je pensais qu’il fallait vous saluer correctement… Normalement, je devrais aller saluer moi-même Rias-san, qui est responsable de la résidence Hyoudou et de l’académie où ma fille séjournera, mais il y a des raisons pour lesquelles nous n’avons pas pu venir… ]
« …Vous savez, depuis que la demande pour la larme du Phénix augmente, peut-être qu’ils n’ont pas le temps à cause de cela… »
Kiba murmure à mon oreille.
Ah, je vois… La maison du Phénix est en effet le principal fournisseur de la larme du Phénix.
J’ai entendu dire qu’il y a des demandes d’urgence pour les larves du Phénix, et qu’ils ne peuvent pas suivre le rythme des livraisons, donc la Dame doit aussi être occupée. Cela doit être difficile. C’est vraiment apprécié, sérieusement !
Buchou répond en souriant.
« Pas du tout, Oba-sama. Vos mots suffisent. Laissez Ravel à nous. »
[…Je suis vraiment désolée, Rias-san. D’avoir pris soin de Raiser après le match, et aussi d’avoir veillé sur Ravel….]
Il semble qu’elle ne le dise pas avec de mauvaises intentions. Je pensais qu’ils nous en voudraient parce que l’engagement a été annulé, mais il semble qu’ils n’en aient même pas un peu. Il y a tellement de personnes généreuses dans la maison du Phénix.
Mais pour Buchou, cela doit être compliqué. Après tout, elle n’a pas pu refuser le transfert de Ravel et la responsabilité qui en découle.
Alors la Dame me regarde.
[De plus, Hyoudou Issei-san. Veuillez surtout prendre soin de ma fille.]
…Moi aussi ? Et elle a insisté sur le mot « surtout ».
Bien sûr, je vais prendre soin d’elle.
« Y—Oui, bien sûr. Mais Buchou est aussi là, et il y a des personnes qui peuvent mieux s’occuper d’elle que moi dans notre club… »
[Oui. Bien sûr, en confiant ma fille Ravel à Rias-san et aux autres, elle n’aura aucun problème à l’école dans le Monde Souterrain. Mais ce que je voudrais vous demander est différent de cela. Pouvez-vous s’il vous plaît la protéger pour qu’aucent des parasites bizarres ne s’approchent d’elle ? En ayant le Sekiryuutei qui a accompli de nombreuses exploits à ses côtés, mon mari et moi pouvons être rassurés.]
« Des parasites bizarres… ? »
Donc, elle me demande de veiller sur elle pour qu’aucun garçon ne s’approche d’elle dans le monde humain ? Je suis aussi un gars, vous savez… B-Bon, je ne ferai rien du genre à poser mes mains sur Ravel. C’est ma junior importante. Elle est mignonne, mais je ne vais pas lui faire de mal !
« Je comprends. Je ne sais pas combien je peux faire, mais je protégerai votre fille ! »
En disant cela, la Dame affiche une expression lumineuse.
Et à côté de moi, — Ravel a le visage très rouge. ……..Hé hé, que s’est-il passé, Ravel… ?
— !
Pendant un instant, le visage de Buchou qui apparaît dans mon champ de vision… semblait triste… mais était-ce juste mes yeux ?
[Je vous remercie beaucoup. …….Ravel.]
« Oui, Okaa-sama. »
[Vous savez ce que vous devez faire ? Vous devez soutenir Rias-san, écouter vos aînés, et en plus, approfondir votre relation avec Hyoudou Issei-san. En tant que fille de la maison du Phénix, travaillez très dur pour ne pas ternir le nom de notre maison, d’accord ?]
« Bien sûr ! »
On dirait que la mère et la fille parlent de quelque chose. Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais Ravel a le visage rouge, et il semble qu’elle soit pleine d’enthousiasme……
[Et enfin, Hyoudou Issei-san.]
La Dame me parle à nouveau.
« Y—Oui. »
[J’entends dire que ton rêve est de devenir un démon de haute classe.]
« Oui, c’est ça… Et ? »
[Ma fille est actuellement mon [Bishop]. J’ai échangé avec Raiser.]
« Y-oui, j’ai entendu. »
[Souviens-toi bien de cela. Ma fille est libre. Elle est mon [Bishop]. Elle n’appartient pas à Raiser. Compris ?]
« Y-oui ! J’ai compris ! »
C’est quelque chose que je sais déjà, mais bon, je hoche la tête au cas où.
En entendant cela, la Dame hoche la tête. Elle semble satisfaite… Pourquoi ?
[Mes affaires ici sont terminées. Rias-san, Hyoudou Issei-san, et tout le monde, veuillez pardonner cette introduction soudaine. Et il est temps maintenant. Ravel, comporte-toi de manière à ne pas faire honte en tant que dame.]
« Oui, Okaa-sama. »
[Maintenant, tout le monde. Au revoir.]
FLASH
La lumière s’éclaire, puis devient une lumière pâle et disparaît.
…….Les salutations de Lady Phoenix qui est venue comme une tempête. Cela doit être dû à son inquiétude pour sa fille et aux salutations pour nous. Bien qu’il y ait des choses dont je ne suis pas sûr…….
J’étais dans le doute et j’ai poussé un soupir, et Buchou, qui était sur le point de quitter la pièce en vacillant sur ses pieds, apparaît devant moi.
«…….Bu…Buchou, où vas-tu ? »
Quand je demande, Buchou s’arrête, et elle murmure sans se retourner.
«…….Ise, vas-tu me protéger ? »
……..Pourquoi demandes-tu une chose pareille soudainement… ? Je ne sais pas, mais ma réponse est évidente !
« Bien sûr, je vais protéger Buchou ! »
«………Et Asia ? »
« Hein ? Oui, je vais aussi protéger Asia ! »
« Et Akeno ? »
« Akeno-san ? C’est évident. Mais…….. Qu’est-ce qui se passe, soudainement, tu me demandes ça ? »
Je ne comprends pas. Je ne comprends pas du tout les intentions de Buchou.
Mais, Buchou demande d’un ton plus bas.
«…………Hé, Ise. »
« Y-oui……. »
«…………Toi, ‘qu’est-ce’ que je suis ? ‘Qui’ suis-je ? »
………….
Je ne comprends pas le sens de cette question…….. Mais, pour moi…..
«…….Euh, pour moi, Buchou c’est Buchou et— »
Au moment où je dis cela.
«—!! Idiote ! »[3]
Elle me gronde, mêlant ses pleurs à sa voix. Buchou s’éloigne précipitamment, et elle quitte la salle du club.
« Rias-oneesama ! »
Asia court après Buchou.
Asia se retourne vers moi après avoir atteint la porte. Ses yeux…… sont trempés de larmes. Pourquoi Asia pleure-t-elle…… ?
« Ise-san ! Tu es horrible ! C’est trop ! Pourquoi ne peux-tu pas….. ! Pourquoi ne peux-tu pas comprendre les sentiments d’Onee-sama ! ? »
En disant cela, Asia court après Buchou.
………….
Après qu’Asia ait aussi dit cela, je reste là, stupéfait.
…….Attends une seconde ! Qu’est-ce que ça signifie !? Pourquoi Asia est-elle aussi en colère contre moi ! ?
« Ce n’était pas correct, Ise-kun. »
Kiba soupire.
«…….N-n’est-ce pas ce que tu veux dire ? »
« Exactement. Bon sang, tu es tellement… Je comprends très bien ce que traversent les filles. »
« Exactement. Il est naturel que Rias et Asia-chan soient en colère. »
Akeno-san semblait aussi en colère. Même Akeno-san……. ?
« Même moi, qui suis un peu naïve sur ces choses, je pensais que tu étais un peu à côté de la plaque, Ise. »
Même Xenovia me regarde avec les yeux à moitié fermés !
« Moue ! Ise-kun, c’est vraiment un non-non ! Pauvre Rias-san ! »
Même Irina était en colère.
«…….Tu es le pire. »
Ooooooo ! Je viens de recevoir la citation la plus froide de « Tu es le pire » de Koneko-chan !
Je ne sais pas ce que j’ai mal fait ! Je ne sais tout simplement pas ! Pour commencer, peut-être devrais-je la poursuivre ?
J’ai essayé de partir, mais Akeno-san m’a arrêté.
« Le Ise-kun actuel lui ferait simplement plus de mal même si tu la poursuis, alors ne le fais pas. »
……..Sérieusement ?
C’est si grave que ça ? B-Mais…….. C’est de ma faute, n’est-ce pas ? Ma faute……
Je ne sais vraiment pas.
Non, en fait j’ai une sorte de « peut-être » comme hypothèse, mais en moi cette possibilité est très peu probable…..
C’est pratiquement impossible, c’est pourquoi je ne comprends pas…….. Merde ! J’ai commencé à devenir encore plus confus en y pensant !
« ……Hé, Gasper. Suis-je vraiment mauvais ici ? »
J’ai demandé à mon cadet. Gya-suke le dit de manière désolée en tremblant.
« ………Euh……. Oui, je pense que tu es très mauvais…….. »
Même Gasper me dit ça !
Je me suis senti déprimé. –Puis Ravel demande en paniquant.
« U-Umm…….. c’est ma mère et ma faute, n’est-ce pas…… ? Je suis désolée……. »
Est-ce…… la faute de Ravel ? Il semblait que Buchou ait essayé de partir après la communication entre la mère phénix et son enfant……
Akeno-san pose sa main sur les épaules de Ravel.
« Ravel-chan n’a pas à s’inquiéter pour ça. Ise-kun est le plus responsable ici parce qu’il n’a jamais essayé de penser à la chose cruciale entre Rias et lui jusqu’à présent. »
Akeno-san l’encourage ainsi, et elle commence à préparer le thé après avoir incité Ravel à s’asseoir sur le canapé.
On dirait que je suis le plus grand méchant ici.
…..Uuu, que suis-je censé faire ?
Partie 6
« Mec, pourquoi tout le monde agit comme ça…… Que veulent-ils que je fasse……. »
Je murmure dans une pièce vide du bâtiment à l’ancienne.
Après cela, nous avons continué à préparer le festival scolaire sous la direction d’Akeno-san.
L’atmosphère de cette situation s’est apaisée après qu’Akeno-san ait pris la responsabilité de retrouver Buchou et Asia.
Je continuais à faire des travaux seul dans la pièce vide. Kiba et Gasper sont sortis acheter des choses.
Cette pièce est l’endroit où nous ferons une purification factice pour le festival scolaire. Si nous faisions une purification réelle, ce serait dangereux pour nous puisque nous sommes des démons, alors nous faisons un rituel qui y ressemble, mais avec une idée créative originale, une sorte de purification à la style démon, ce qui contredit notre nature.
Ce que je fais, c’est une décoration pour lui donner un style japonais. J’ai posé un tatami[4], et je dois mettre des meubles pour qu’il ressemble à un sanctuaire japonais.
Eh bien, le jour du festival scolaire, le plan est qu’Akeno-san sera en charge ici, où Koneko-chan utilisera sa technique de sénjutsu pour améliorer le flux de ki à l’intérieur de nos clients et augmenter leur chance.
Phew….. Mais ça fait vraiment réfléchir quand on est seul. Je me souvenais de ce qui s’était passé juste avant.
…….C’est ma faute, hein. Je n’ai pas pensé à la chose importante entre moi et Buchou….. ? C’est ce qu’a dit Akeno-san……
……Récemment, pas seulement Buchou, mais aussi la mère de Buchou, et tout le monde autour de moi cherche quelque chose de moi. Et cela a à voir avec mon attitude envers Buchou.
……..Les choses auxquelles je pensais avant la réunion me reviennent en mémoire.
Dans ma tête, je pense à deux choses principales.
L’une est que je n’ai pas compris les sentiments de Buchou et que je lui ai blessé sans m’en rendre compte.
L’autre est…..
……Cette « chose » est vraiment comme un fantasme pour moi, et même si je veux penser que c’est vrai, c’est un développement auquel je ne peux pas mettre un pied…….
Mais si c’est vraiment le cas, alors cela explique parfaitement tout jusqu’à présent, — la façon dont Buchou m’affronte après avoir emménagé chez moi.
J’ai toujours douté de cela.
Il y a trois gars dans le groupe Gremory. Moi, Kiba et Gasper. Même si Buchou est un démon qui est attentionné envers ses serviteurs et qui a un amour fort pour nous, c’est étrange qu’il y ait des différences dans la façon dont elle traite les autres gars de notre groupe.
—Elle m’embrasse.
Oui, elle vient et m’embrasse. Pas sur la joue ou le front. Bouche contre bouche. Nous avons aussi échangé des baisers avec la langue. Pas juste une fois, mais plusieurs fois.
Même moi, je me sens heureux à ce sujet. Un baiser avec la femme que j’aime, tu sais ? Bien sûr que je serais heureux ! Je pense même que je suis au paradis ! Elle me demande même une situation érotique ! Nous sommes presque passés à l’acte !
…….Au début, je pensais que Buchou le faisait parce qu’elle a un amour profond pour ses serviteurs et qu’elle le faisait avec moi parce que je suis plus jeune qu’elle, et je pensais aussi que c’était sa façon de se connecter avec les gars de notre groupe et que c’était un service spécial pour nous.
Mais si c’était le cas, alors il ne serait pas étrange qu’elle fasse la même chose avec Kiba et Gasper. Mais Kiba et Gasper ont dit qu’elle ne leur fait rien de tel. Ils ont dit qu’elle ne le fait qu’avec moi.
Bien sûr, Buchou adore Kiba et Gasper et pense à eux comme précieux.
Mais il y a une différence évidente entre moi et eux….
À l’origine, Buchou était fixée sur quelque chose appelé l’amour. Elle avait une obsession si pure et innocente pour cela, et elle avait des sentiments très juvéniles où elle se comportait comme une fille de son âge. C’est pourquoi elle a rompu ses fiançailles avec Raiser.
C’est vrai. Après être devenue libre, Buchou a commencé à avoir plus de contacts physiques avec moi. Elle a aussi commencé à vivre dans ma maison à cette époque-là.
Est-ce que Buchou, qui a des pensées pures concernant la relation entre homme et femme, ferait un geste aussi séduisant sur moi juste parce que je suis son adorable serviteur ? Non, elle ne le ferait pas……Je pense. Même d’un point de vue objectif, on peut voir que Buchou a un fort sens de sa chasteté.
Si j’inclus ces faits et que je pense aussi à l’attitude de Buchou envers moi……
…….Est-ce…….que Buchou m’aime……..?
Ce sera la réponse que j’obtiendrai.
Si c’est le cas, alors son attitude envers moi correspond……
N-Nan ! C’est impossible ! Elle est ma maîtresse ! Je suis son serviteur ! Son démon serviteur ! Je suis le [Pion] de Rias Gremory !
P-Mais. Mais ! Si Buchou m’aime vraiment, alors…. ?
J’aime Buchou. Aussi en tant que maître, mais plus que ça, en tant que simple fille ! Pendant ces six mois, j’ai vu beaucoup de facettes de Buchou.
Son côté magnifique, son côté noble, son côté glamour, son côté doux, son côté en colère, la partie où elle a de gros seins, son côté mignon, la partie où elle a une peau lisse, son côté gâté, et la partie où elle est comme ma Onee-sama mais agit comme si elle avait le même âge que moi, et alors j’ai commencé à la voir comme une fille normale et……
Pour moi, elle est la femme idéale. Je veux sortir avec elle. Je veux dépasser la relation maître-serviteur, et sortir avec elle en tant qu’homme et femme ! Si je peux le souhaiter, je veux être avec elle même à l’avenir !
…….Mais est-il vrai qu’elle m’aime ? Si c’est le cas, alors je serais rempli de joie, mon corps tremblerait de bonheur. Au lieu de cela, c’est moi qui veux avouer ce sentiment que je ressens, qui ne fait qu’augmenter jour après jour.
Je suis amoureux d’elle ! Je l’aime ! Je l’ai toujours aimée ! J’aime simplement Buchou et—.
Je veux lui avouer—.
Mais, que ferais-je si j’avais tort ? La relation que nous avons actuellement se terminerait…… Je ne veux pas ça !
Quand je pense comme ça, la première chose qui me passe par la tête, c’est….. elle.
…………………
J’ai commencé à avoir une transpiration étrange qui coule de mon visage. Mes mains tremblent aussi. En même temps, la sensation de chaleur que je ressentais jusqu’à présent a commencé à diminuer.
……..Non, comme je le pensais, ma relation avec Buchou n’est qu’un fantasme. Si je demande encore plus…. la relation que nous avons en ce moment va sûrement se terminer.
Je m’en rendrais compte. Le mur du maître et du serviteur que tu ne peux pas dépasser….
Hahaha, je te l’avais dit. Oui. Ça finira sûrement comme ça. En premier lieu, je ne pourrai pas rivaliser avec une Princesse d’une famille de démons de haut rang puisque je suis un ancien humain élevé dans une famille normale.
“Alors, qu’est-ce que cette attitude de Buchou…… Mince, le cœur d’une jeune fille est vraiment compliqué……”
Pendant que je marmonnais pour moi-même.
J’ai entendu le bruit de la porte qui s’ouvrait, et quand j’ai regardé autour, Akeno-san en tenue de miko se tenait là……
“Ufufu, peut-être que ça donne cette impression du point de vue d’un homme.”
Elle s’approche de moi avec son visage habituel souriant. Ah, Koneko-chan est aussi derrière elle !
“A…Akeno-san ! –Et Koneko-chan ! Tu m’as écouté….. ?”
“……Tout.”
Koneko-chan approuve en levant le pouce ! Ils ont tout entendu !
En réalisant qu’ils m’avaient entendu, je me suis assis sur le tatami, les épaules basses.
“……Je n’ai vraiment pas beaucoup réfléchi aux sentiments de Buchou, hein.”
Akeno-san s’assoit à côté de moi, et parle.
“Oui, c’est vrai. Tu n’as pas non plus pris en compte mes préoccupations, celles d’Asia-chan, Xenovia-chan, et Koneko-chan qui est ici aussi.”
Koneko-chan s’est aussi assise près de moi.
“……………..”
J’ai commencé à réfléchir un moment.
Sérieusement ? Je n’ai vraiment pas pris en compte les filles…… ? Je suis toujours lubrique et je fantasme constamment sur les corps nus des femmes, et je rêve toujours de choses perverses. Mais la vérité, c’est que je n’ai vraiment pas pensé aux filles…… ?
………Ça peut être vrai. Je n’ai vraiment pas essayé de comprendre le cœur d’une jeune fille.
Si je pense comme ça, pas seulement Buchou, mais je n’ai pas non plus pensé aux autres filles du groupe……
“Cependant, nous n’avons peut-être pas non plus essayé de comprendre Ise-san.”
-Voix d’Asia.
Quand j’ai levé les yeux, Asia, qui était apparemment entrée sans que je m’en rende compte, se tenait là. Asia s’est approchée de moi et s’est assise à côté.
“…….À propos de moi ?”
“Oui, c’est ça. C’est pourquoi nous y avons réfléchi. Rias est importante, mais plus que ça, nous devons d’abord guérir Ise-kun…..”
Me guérir……. ?
Akeno-san dit ça…….tout en me déshabillant !?
Ho..Attends une seconde, Akeno-san ! Qu’est-ce que tu essaies de faire en me mettant à nu !?
“Ufufu, je vais aspirer ton pouvoir de dragon ici même.”
Ici !? Et Akeno-san enlève aussi ses vêtements ! Ses énormes seins rebondissent ! Akeno-san m’enlace alors par derrière ! La douce et tendre ‘chose’ peut être ressentie directement sur mon dos !
On dirait que tout mon corps va bouillir parce que je peux sentir les choses au milieu de ses seins toucher mon dos !
« ……..Je ferai aussi la guérison avec le senjutsu en même temps. S’il te plaît, soulève-moi. »
Koneko-chan me serre dans ses bras par devant ! Elle se transforme en mode oreilles de chat dans mes bras et commence à libérer son senjutsu !
Aaaah, j’ai l’impression de recevoir un « ki » chaud de la part des petits seins de Koneko-chan… Et aussi, les deux oppai doux que je peux sentir dans mon dos me rendent encore plus… !
Chuuuuuuuu…….
« Hauu~ ! »
J’ai laissé échapper un son de ma bouche ! Je ne peux pas m’en empêcher ! C’est parce qu’Akeno-san suce mon cou ! Et elle déplace sa langue pour me donner du plaisir sensuel ! En suçant et en léchant ! Tu es prête à sucer le pouvoir de mon dragon comme ça !? Merci beaucoup !
Devant, il y a une Nekomata ! Derrière, il y a la Onee-sama ! Des choses incroyables se passent dans une situation de sandwichooooon !
« …..Moi… je me joins aussi ! »
Asia, qui commence à enlever ses vêtements, prend ma main et la pose sur sa poitrine ! Mon cerveau va exploser avec les oppai d’Asia qui semblent encore grandir ! En même temps, une aura vert pâle est émise et elle vient à moi.
…….C’est le pouvoir de la guérison. C’est une situation incroyable. Akeno-san aspire les pouvoirs de mon dragon, je reçois le « ki » du senjutsu de Koneko-chan qui améliore le sang dans mon corps, et mon corps se réchauffe avec l’aura de guérison d’Asia~ !
Je suis dans un état où je ne peux plus supporter, mais Akeno-san murmure tristement pour moi.
« ………..Quand Ise-kun nous regarde, parfois tu nous regardes avec des yeux effrayés. Je ne comprenais pas pourquoi au début, mais je comprends enfin pourquoi. »
— !
……Yeux effrayés…… Je vois, donc j’ai fait ces yeux sans m’en rendre compte…..
Koneko-chan me regarde alors avec des yeux pleins de larmes.
« ……Probablement, seules celles qui connaissent cet incident peuvent le remarquer. »
……..Cet incident……
Oui, je l’ai compris tout de suite. …….Alors Akeno-san et Koneko-chan aussi……l’ont-ils remarqué…… ?
Ceux qui connaissent en détail cet incident sont les membres du groupe qui étaient déjà dans ce groupe quand je suis arrivé.
« Au fond du cœur d’Ise-san…… au plus profond de ton cœur………, Raynare-sama te hante-t-elle encore ? »
« -! »
Quand Asia me pose cette question très timidement, une belle fille aux ailes noires me revient à l’esprit. En même temps, ses mots me reviennent…
[Tu mourras pour moi ?]
Ma première petite amie, Yuuma-chan. Non, la fallen-angel Raynare.
À cet instant, je commence à transpirer abondamment.
Je me remémore la vision et les mots de Raynare.
—-Je ne veux pas d’un démon de basse classe et sale comme toi qui me parle.
……..Parfois, je me demande si c’est correct que je parle à tout le monde ici qui est une bishoujo.
—- Ahahaha ! Oui, tu as raison ! C’était un rendez-vous très royal ! Grâce à ça, je m’ennuyais beaucoup !
…….Quand je vais faire du shopping avec Buchou et les autres, je commence à me demander s’ils ne s’ennuient pas vraiment d’être avec moi.
—- Je ne veux pas qu’un gamin pourri comme toi m’appelle par mon nom !
…….Je veux aussi appeler Buchou par son nom……
—- Ise-kun ! S’il te plaît, sauve-moi ! Ce démon essaie de me tuer ! Je t’aime ! Je t’aime tellement ! C’est pourquoi, battons ce démon ensemble !
…….Ma première petite amie m’a supplié pour sa vie……..et la femme que j’aime, a tué cette femme.
À l’époque, il était normal que Raynare soit tuée. Elle avait fait des choses horribles à Asia, et elle l’avait même tuée une fois. C’est pourquoi, je pense qu’il était approprié que Buchou la termine.
-Mais, pourquoi cela ?
Ces larmes…….qui tombent de mes joues…. Je murmurai en essuyant mes larmes.
“……Elle était ma première petite amie……”
Quand elle m’a avoué ses sentiments, j’étais vraiment heureux.
“…….Quand je sortais avec elle, je faisais vraiment de mon mieux. J’avais planifié tellement de choses pour notre premier rendez-vous. Je pensais même profondément à mon avenir avec elle. Je fantasmais tout seul, imaginant Noël et la Saint-Valentin comme un idiot, et je rêvais tout cela dans ma tête.”
J’ai tout dit, tout ce que je gardais caché en moi.
Même si j’essayais d’en faire une histoire à laquelle on peut rire, je ne pouvais vraiment pas rire au fond de mon cœur.
-Mais, en réalité, elle était mon ennemie…..! Et elle m’a tué…..! Elle m’a regardé avec des yeux froids après que je sois devenu un diable…..! Et j’ai découvert qu’elle jouait tout le temps….., et même si j’étais d’accord avec ça, elle était vraiment maléfique ! Elle a tué Asia, et je me suis battu contre elle ! J’ai craqué ! J’ai frappé une fille pour la première fois, et cette fille était ma première petite amie…..! Après cela, elle m’a supplié pour sa vie, mais elle a été tuée par Buchou…..”
Raynare périssant. Les plumes noires qui appartenaient à ma première petite amie se répandent dans l’Église. Cette scène est gravée dans ma mémoire, et mon cerveau se bloque chaque fois que j’y pense.
“…….Asia, Akeno-san, Koneko-chan….J’ai peur. J’ai vraiment peur d’être proche des filles….. Parce que je pense que la même chose pourrait se reproduire…..! Les filles de notre groupe sont gentilles avec moi, mais si je fais un pas de plus et essaie de m’entendre avec tout le monde, je pense que tout le monde me rejettera et se moquera de moi…..! Je sais que tout le monde n’est pas mauvais au fond de moi ! Vous êtes tous de bonnes personnes ! Mais, je ne peux toujours pas ! Plus j’essaie de comprendre tout le monde, plus cela me fait arrêter !”
Je…ai caché mon visage avec mes mains. Je ne peux pas montrer un visage aussi pathétique à tout le monde.
Je ne peux pas montrer ce visage de moi qui traîne encore le passé sur mon dos…..
Même ainsi, je leur ai dit mes véritables sentiments.
“……Je ne veux pas revivre…..la même chose encore…..”
Je suis vraiment un gars pathétique…….
Devant les filles avec qui je m’entends bien, malgré ma déclaration que je deviendrai un Roi du Harem, je leur ai dit la vérité : “Je n’ai pas le courage de m’entendre avec les filles”……..
…….C’est une situation où il ne peut pas être évité qu’elles commencent à me détester ou à perdre intérêt pour moi……
Asia….serre doucement ma main.
Elle le dit avec un sourire.
“Je—t’aime beaucoup, Ise-san.”
–!
J’ai été choqué par les mots d’Asia. Asia continue.
“Je veux rester avec toi pour toujours. Il n’y a aucune façon que je parlerai mal de toi. Je te respecte. Je t’admire. Tu es l’homme sur qui je peux le plus compter. Je pense profondément dans mon cœur que je veux rester avec toi même à l’avenir.”
Le sourire et les mots d’Asia touchent profondément mon cœur….
“Il est impossible que Rias-oneesama déteste Ise-san. Je sais que Ise-san aime Rias-oneesama. Ise-san est quelqu’un qui peut se battre beaucoup plus dur que quiconque pour Rias-oneesama, et pas seulement moi, mais tout le monde le sait. Bien sûr, Onee-sama devrait aussi comprendre cela.”
L’Asie…… a été très attentive à moi. Je pensais que c’était moi qui protégeais l’Asie, alors qu’en réalité c’était elle qui me protégeait……
— Elle a veillé à ce que je me sente en sécurité.
“C’est pourquoi, s’il te plaît, aie du courage. Tout ira sûrement bien si c’est Ise-san. Si c’est Ise-san qui a pu travailler dur jusqu’à maintenant, alors tu pourras franchir le mur à l’intérieur de ton cœur.”
…….En entendant cela d’Asie, j’ai commencé à pleurer. Merde ! Ce n’est que de la transpiration de mon cœur ! Je viens de commencer à transpirer parce que j’ai reçu des paroles réconfortantes d’elle !
Câlin.
Akeno-san me serre doucement dans ses bras par derrière.
“Moi aussi, j’aime beaucoup Ise-kun.”
Elle dit cela en posant son visage sur mon épaule.
Koneko-chan le dit aussi en posant ses deux mains sur mon visage.
“……Moi aussi. Je t’aime beaucoup. Je pense que c’est d’accord pour que tu oublies cet ange tombé.”
“Elle a raison, si c’est le même ange tombé, alors je pourrai rendre Ise-kun heureux. C’est pourquoi, s’il te plaît, aie plus confiance. Si tu ne fais pas un pas de plus avec Rias, alors je ne peux pas…..”
Akeno-san s’arrête là. Mais Asia le dit aussi.
“Moi aussi….”
Asia a aussi compris quelque chose, puis secoue la tête.
“Oui, c’est ça. Tout le monde veut encore plus s’entendre avec Ise-san.”
………………. Vous êtes tous trop gentils.
Ça fond doucement…….
Les paroles d’Asie, d’Akeno-san et de Koneko-chan fondent quelque chose d’emmêlé en moi lentement.
Pourquoi est-ce ? Mon cœur se sent chaud…. Les mots que je viens de recevoir de ces trois personnes ont rempli le trou en moi.
“Asia……. Akeno-san…… Koneko-chan….. Je……. Je……..!”
On dirait que je peux me débarrasser de la malédiction de Raynare si c’est maintenant.
Ce qui m’a retenu, je sens que je peux m’en débarrasser maintenant.
“Onee-sama, Akeno-san, Koneko-chan, Xenovia-san, Irina-san, Rossweisse-san, Kiba-san, Gasper-kun, et moi aimons tous Ise-san. Ne peux-tu pas croire ce que je, Akeno-san, et Koneko-chan disons……?”
Asia…..
Merci, Asia. Tu m’as vraiment veillé. Je suis vraiment un gars chanceux. Une fille aussi gentille qu’elle m’a promis qu’elle resterait avec moi pour toujours.
Cela seul suffirait pour que je me débarrasse de Raynare ! Pourquoi n’ai-je pas réalisé cela jusqu’à présent…..
J’ai essuyé mes larmes et suis devenu émotionnellement stable.
“Oui. Merci. Si tout le monde dit ça, alors ça doit être vrai. Asia, je te promets encore une fois. –Nous serons toujours ensemble. Restons ensemble même dans dix mille ans, Asia. Moi aussi, je t’aime beaucoup.”
“–! O-Oui ! Nous serons toujours ensemble ! Moi aussi, j’aime beaucoup Ise-san !”
Asia dit cela en versant beaucoup de larmes.
“Ara, je vais aussi rester avec Ise-kun pour toujours.”
En pressant ses seins contre mon dos, Akeno-san montre aussi son visage vers moi !
“Moi aussi, je resterai avec le Senpai pour toujours.”
Koneko-chan dit cela en donnant un léger coup à mon ventre. …….Tu es peut-être un peu en colère, Koneko-sama…. ?
“Ah ! Xenovia, viens ici !”
“Qu’est-ce, Irina ? As-tu trouvé Ise ?”
Irina et Xenovia apparaissent aussi à la porte ! M’étaient-elles cherchées ? Quand Xenovia voit cette situation dans cette pièce, elle commence à réfléchir un instant puis frappe une de ses mains contre sa paume comme si elle comprenait la situation.
« Oh, donc c’est une lutte pour Ise ? C’est surprenant, ces choses arrivent soudainement alors je ne peux pas baisser ma garde. En plus, aujourd’hui c’est le jour où on le pousse à nu, n’est-ce pas ? Laissez-moi faire ! »
Xenovia dit cela, et elle s’avance vers moi après avoir enlevé ses vêtements avec audace !
« Irina, tu viens aussi. Sinon, ton ami d’enfance sera emporté. Plus précisément, je vais l’emmener ! »
« Awaawawaawawawa, je devrais aussi rejoindre, non !? Je suis l'[As] de Michael-sama et je monte d’un rang en donnant naissance à l’enfant de Tenryuu[5] ! En fait, je participe aussi à la lutte pour Ise-kun ! »
Irina, qui a été persuadée par Xenovia, s’avance vers moi, ses ailes changeant de couleur entre noir et blanc, et ainsi de suite !
« V-Vous ! Comme je le dis à chaque fois, réparez cette partie où vous bougez sans hésitation ! »
Entouré par cinq beautés, et aussi les voir se battre entre elles à tour de rôle, je ne savais plus quoi faire maintenant…
« Ise-san sera avec moi ! »
« Peu importe, Asia. C’est juste un peu. »
« Oui, faisons-le équitablement, Asia-san, Xenovia ! »
« Ara-ara, tricher pour s’en sortir, c’est là où le plus de plaisir se trouve, tu sais ? Non, Koneko-chan ? »
« ……. Il y a aussi le principe du premier arrivé, premier servi, Akeno-san. »
Je pouvais simplement regarder et rire des combats entre les filles qu’elles menaient dans un coin de la pièce.
Comme je le pensais, il y a tellement de facettes des filles que je ne peux pas comprendre.
Mais—-je pensais vraiment que j’étais sauvé.
J’ai été sauvé par les mots et les sentiments des filles.
Raynare, qui vit dans mon cœur. Peu à peu, elle s’en va.
Même si elle ne disparaît pas complètement, comparé à avant et jusqu’à maintenant, je pense qu’elle est devenue beaucoup plus légère.
Merci Asia, Akeno-san, Koneko-chan, et aussi Xenovia, Irina.
Je pense que je vais pouvoir avoir du courage maintenant.
Peu importe comment cela se termine, je ferai un pas pour mes propres sentiments.
Ce n’est peut-être pas la réponse que Buchou cherche.
Même ainsi, moi—. Non, c’est quelque chose auquel je pense depuis longtemps.
Après avoir vaincu Sairaorg-san, je vais absolument confesser ce que je ressens.
J’ai pris une seule décision dans mon cœur, et le combat du destin approche……