--WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?! x2

The two wielders of the sacred swords screamed in indignation at the flagrant display of affection that already threatened to become an attack on public morality.

--Stop kissing now!

*SLASH*

*TOCK*

The wielder of Excalibur Mimic brandished her sword like a whip which was stopped by the bare hands of the young black-haired man who only shrugged his shoulders before releasing his lover and looking at him.

--Oh~ Irina, were you here?

--No “Oh~ you were here” What the fuck are you doing here Souji-kun and why are you kissing our Hanzo-chan?

The girl with copper-brown hair combed in two pigtails demanded while she retrieved her sword and put her arms on her hips. At her side, the bearer of Excalibur Destruction remained alert and prepared to attack the young man at the slightest movement.

--We're just talking~ Not like that Natasha~

--Correct, just a normal conversation, between two people...

--Since when does normal conversation almost include having impure and sinful relationships? Are you a Bishop, Hanzo-chan?!

Irina shouted, demanding a serious response from the couple in black, but they only smiled and hugged together, filling the room with a nauseating pink aura.

--Supervisor Hanzo, stay away from that demon, I will exterminate him right now...

Zenobia Quarta growled, raising the Excalibur above her head.

--Zenobia lowers the holy sword now...

The woman in black clothes and maroon eyes said in a low, squeaky voice.

--I can't follow that order, Irina!

--AMEN!

The roars of the two bearers were answered by a sentence full of disdain and venom from the young woman dressed like a high school student.

--Kumo no Ito: Spider Net...

Reddish-black threads unfolded from the smooth white palm of her hand, weaving and forming a large spider web which stopped and trapped the two swordswomen before wrapping them as a gift in large balls of thread.

--Hmmm~ Can you do the Torikago?

--I can but it's very tiring~ I prefer to use an Overheat and that's it~

--And have you already “Awakened”?

--Not yet~ not everyone is a killing machine trained with a perpetual motion system~

--True~ but don't worry~ I won't let that happen again~

--No, I will not let you carry everything again, we will not take care of each other, we are both cheats and we have enough war potential to conquer one or two countries, so nothing will be able to separate us now...

--I'll have to introduce you to Monet and Tomoko...

The black-haired boy could only smile with joyful helplessness at his lover's words.

--Why is your lover's name like a certain green-haired secretary harpy? And who is Tomoko?

The young woman inquired as she stuck her finger in the boy's chest with blatant angry flirtation, to which the defeated and smiling boy responded with a sarcastic tone while a bottle of vodka appeared, which he drank shamelessly.

--Technically...now “You” are the lover, Monet...she is my fiancée and Tomoko...Is she some kind of pet? I accidentally brainwashed a parody of Watam*te's protagonist too hard and ended up with some sort of Mini-Albedo...

--Hmmm, we'll fix my social position later, regarding that pet, I guess it was so pathetically pathetic, that you opted for the drastic and effective way out but...

--I overdid it with the detergent...

--Just like when you bleached your black shirts with chlorine~

--Yes...don't even remind me, they went from black to brown and from brown to orange...

--Do you two know each other or something? I don't understand well but you two know each other!

Irina shouted, who managed to get her head out of the prison of threads, only to be met with the wide mocking and sadistic smiles of both black-haired men.

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--Technically~

--We just met...

--But, we still know each other~

--Since before~

--She was my wife~

--And he was my husband...

--We both die~

--But here we are...

--Alive and together~

--Again...

--Stop, stop, it's nauseating and annoying... Hanzo-dono explain yourself and your third-rate Gigolo remains silent.

At the shameless mockery of the black-haired men, Zenobia spat and glared at the two lovers.

--Okay~ Take care of your kids Natasha, I'll get something to eat~ Any requests?

--Bring me some sushi and sake~ I haven't been able to eat well since these girls escaped with the money...

-- Irina, Zenobia... Do you want something ?

--I'm fine with whatever, Souji-kun...

--I won't take any more of you, demon...

--Okay... Sushi, sake and sandwich~ I'll be back in 15 minutes~

With that, the cheerful young man left the church while taking large gulps from the bottle of alcohol in his hand, leaving the three young women to solve their problems.

***

Inside the Abandoned Church, three women were sitting around a round table marking a triangle between them.

--Explain yourself! What relationship do you have with Souji-kun? Hanzo-chan!

The Mimic wielder shouted with fury and other incorrect emotions in her violet eyes.

--Lower your voice Irina-san, I'm here you don't need to shout...

The accused, dressed in black, denied while a warm and mocking smile formed on her lips.

--I'm sorry to disagree but Irina has every right to be upset, you, our supervisor and superior, were kissing a demon affiliated with the Sitri.

*Blam*

Slamming her fist on the table, Zenobia gave her argument as her cobalt blue eyes stared at her formal superior without ever releasing her grip on her sword.

--Zenobia, Irina, we are something like friends, correct?

--Hmmm, technically...

--Correct.

--Perfect, I would like you to keep a little secret... I keep the memories of my past life, the reincarnation and transmigration of souls presented in multiple religions is real, or at least I can attest that said system exists~

--That is...

--Heresy...

--That's why I would like you to keep it a secret, Souji also keeps his memories... and as we told you, before we were married... and our lives were not the most normal ones...

--Why does it sound like the plot of a soap opera?

--... Keep going...

--Thank you both... Well, I was the daughter of a Drug Lord, the daughter of a drug trafficker, a modern princess trapped in a cage of gold, weapons and drugs, our country was in the middle of a great civil war, where many people died, I was in the privileged part of society so I did not experience the horrors of war...

--Here comes the but... Isn't it?

Xenovia commented as she left the Excalibur and leaned back in her chair. Irina, for her part, looked at her black-haired friend with stars in her eyes.

--Yeah; But Souji... or Jhoam, if he lived and executed each and every one of the horrors of the war, losing his mother at the age of 5, forcibly recruited by the national army when he was only a child of less than 9 years old. , taken to a special training camp where they were molded to be perfect homicidal machines, fought for more than half of his life and still maintained his “Humanity”, he was decorated and praised by the army but was still swept under the rug and discarded when the war ended...

--Okay... that sounds very interesting but it doesn't explain how you, a Narco-princess, and Souji, a kind of Super-soldier, ended up together.

--That's simple... university, medical school... after the army, he brought his hands stained with blood and death to medicine, he changed from offering lives to death to saving them from it, he studied and graduated as a surgeon, after three specialties in trauma and pediatrics, he managed to establish himself as one of the 30 best pediatric surgeons in the country. During those studies he prevented my kidnapping by a rival cartel and from there our story began... my father and brothers did not want Jhoam and I tried to kill him several times and several times I ended up with many hitmen and subordinates crippled or dead, in the end he freed me from my cage when he sold my father and brothers to the DEA, only my mother and my sisters We were saved from that purge, we kept the assets but the rest were seized... with what was left he bought an old hospital and renamed it after one of his favorite actors, Mario Moreno “Cantinflas”, we adopted one of my nieces when my sister He died in a traffic accident, we lived as a strange happy family, until they murdered us...

--Wait, there has not been any civil war of such magnitude in any country in the world and who is Mario Moreno ? What country were they from? When? And at what age did they die?

Irina bombarded Natasha with a sea of questions while Zenobia only nodded, supporting her friend in the interrogation.

--We live in a Latin American country, in which time is not important, Mario Moreno was the best and greatest Actor-Philosopher-Comedian-Poet- And everything else you can imagine made a person... and well I died at the 33 years old, Jhoam died around the age of 40... neither of us knows what his real age was, his papers were lost during the war, the only real thing is his name and his ability... he took my last name when we got married , he was Jhoam Hanzo Director and Principal Surgeon of the Mario Moreno Pediatric Hospital and I was the Deputy Director and Head of Gynecology and Obstetrics...

--You seem like something out of a medical soap opera from the United States...

--So that's why you know so much about medicine...

Irina and Zenobia gave their comments without any shame but still had a certain suspicion in their voices.

--And now that you found your “Ex?-Husband”…What do you plan to do? Do we still have a mission?

--Don't worry, Zenobia-san, we will finish the mission and I will return to the Vatican, although I am happy to have finally found “MY” Jhoam, I still have my own life and things that need to be done before meeting him to be together again. .. I can love him but I still have responsibilities and he also has his, we both live our own lives... the fact that we found each other is nothing more than a wonderful and unexpected miracle within another miracle even more improbable than the first...

--So we follow the same plan as before?

--Oh, no please... if I know Jhoam, I mean Souji as I know him, he may already be located in Valper Galilei and is just waiting for a bigger prey to appear, I already mentioned the fact that he was trained to be the perfect killer, because he becomes a kind of sadistic and relentless hedonistic machine when he is hunting, he will not hesitate even if he has to dynamit an entire building with people inside if necessary, he is like a coin, one side is warm, tender and loving and the other is a twisted, sadistic beast thirsty for blood and hungry for pleasure, it's so disturbingly wonderful~

The two bearers recoiled instinctively from the sickly smile that floated on the face lost in their friend's fantasies.

--...Hanzo-chan... (Oh~ Hanzo-chan is a sinner...)

--Ught... (Is she supposed to be a senior member of the clergy? She's perverted!)

Both carriers decided to ignore the precarious and dreamy appearance of their friend and take it as just a strong overdose of unbridled love and lust from a teenager in love.

*Steps*

--Girls~ I brought Sushi, Udon, Snacks and enough Sake to get an entire motorcycle gang drunk. Who's up?

The three women looked at the cheerful man carrying many plastic bags.