Chapter 79 - A hero, her hero.

Azazel had called Barakiel to investigate Satanael's group. After so many years, they had finally found clues to their location.

Satanael and his students, the Team of the Abyss.

Abyss Team, also known as Nephilim Abyss and Those who Fell into the Abyss is an organization composed of individuals with fierce sacred gears.

Each and every member of the Abyss Team has brutal Sacred Gears, which are not as powerful as the Longinus or even the High-Level Sacred Gears but have some irreversible side effects.

What is worse is the personality of these boys and girls who are part of the Abyss Team. Like their sacred gears, their minds seem to be corrupted and deviated. That's why Grigori labelled them as dangerous and teamed them up with the most "sensible" teacher.

Who would have thought that Satanael would betray them...

In the end, the place where Grigori's traitors were believed to reside was nothing more than a decoy made by Satanael and his people.

Barakiel felt a small sense of déjà vu.

As a child, it was a Deja Vu that came from his worst nightmares.

Barakiel hurried home, fearing that the same thing would happen as in the nightmares.

Because he was sure, this time, it was not a nightmare. This was nothing more than pure reality.

The first thing he felt when he arrived near his house was the smell of blood.

This was something that had already changed from his nightmare. In the dream, he did not smell anything until he entered the sanctuary.

Guided by the smell of blood, Barakiel stepped into the forest at high speed, his five pairs of wings wide open. What entered his sight were the bodies of some thirty people of two different races, devils and fallen angels.

Barakiel clenched his teeth and fists, with colossal wrath coursing through his body.

He understood the reason for the devils to appear in this place. Still, he was unable to understand the reason why the fallen angels were also here.

Barakiel might think that the fallen angels had died protecting his wife, but that would only be a useless lie. It was like covering a ten-meter gap with a two-inch band-aid.

In fact, they had all died the same way.

Arrow wounds.

Though there were no arrows anywhere, Barakiel knew they had died from them. And there was only one person who could be such a marksman with a bow.

Drako.

Barakiel felt some relief and most of all, hope. Drako and Kuroka were not at home during his nightmare, but it was clear as day that they were. Barakiel could trust that they would protect his family.

Still, he could not help but feel anxious. He had to see them, his wife and daughter, with his own eyes, or he could not rest easy. Shuri and Akeno were everything to Barakiel, he could not live without them.

It was at that moment, just before Barakiel arrived outside the shrine.

Something told Barakiel to look up to the heavens, and so he did.

Two arrows shot out at high speed and were lost in the clouds. After that, the sky lit up, and a rain of arrows descended.

Barakiel paled. The arrows were falling into his house. And though individually they were only slightly powerful, by the standards of a man with a Cadre power level, so many arrows with that level of power could cause considerable damage to one such as himself. It was not something that any of those currently residing in his house could bear.

"Shuri! Akeno!"

Barakiel shouted as he entered the shrine. He ran as fast as he could, entering directly into the inner courtyard.

"Shuri! Akeno!"

He screamed as soon as he arrived.

"Dad!"

A little girl ran and jumped into her father's arms. She was none other than Akeno, who had regained her joy from the despair of what had happened only moments before.

The rain of arrows had impaled the fallen angel completely, ending his life.

That shower of arrows, they were like a miracle from God to her. A miracle meant to save their lives, hers, her mother, and her two older friends/sisters.

And he who had created that miracle was in the same room as her, being embraced by the big cat sister.

He...

He is her hero, the hero of Akeno Himejima.

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6 months after the events in Japan.

Europe, Romania.

Two people got off a plane, two women.

The smallest one seemed to be a little over 130. Her hair was white, and her eyes were golden. She had a feline aura.

If you looked at her a little more, you could see well-defined muscles all over her body. It was obvious that they had been obtained through training.

She was very young and seemed to be younger than she really was. You would think that the girl would not be more than 10 years old, but in reality, she was already approaching 13. She was wearing a white and blue oriental yukata.

The other woman was taller than her, but she wasn't exactly the definition of a tall woman. Her hair colour was blond, and her eyes were emerald green. She was less than 160cm tall, and, like the little girl, she had well-marked body muscles.

She was young, or so it seemed. Her age should be in her early twenties, twenty-two at the most. Her dress was much more revealing than that of the little girl, wearing a crimson piece of clothing that barely covered her b.r.e.a.s.ts and back.

"The three-hour journey has taken forever, Shirone."

"Yes, teacher."

"But it's gone much faster than the 12-hour flight from Japan to London."

"…"

"Good! After spending six months with my father's descendants, let's go get the vampires!"

"Yes, teacher."

Sigh...

Shirone sighed as she followed her teacher, Mordred, who seemed particularly energetic in her talk of vampires.

When was she coming home?

The days in the woods were much better than training with Mordred.

I miss you, Kuroka-neesan, Drako-nii.

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Transcision chapter, time-skip in the next chapter. The start of the next volume/arc is coming!