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Like this, nearly twenty minutes had passed since the two sat facing each other.
Bokue glanced at the nearly finished coffee before him, raising the cup.
"Alright, if there's nothing else I should head back..."
"Hmm?"
Hearing the voice, Serafall stopped her hand movements. She pulled her head from the just-ordered strawberry parfait, blinking her large eyes toward the young man across from her. A bit of white whipped cream still hung from her lips.
"Don't rush, don't rush! Chat a bit more. Back in the Underworld, I had no friends nearby to talk with. Sirzechs-chan is busy daily with Underworld governance. Sona-chan is studying here in the mortal realm. As for me... Keikain-kun, you should know a little, right? Though nominally doing foreign affairs minister work, actually I have absolutely no room to contribute."
Fair point, honestly.
After all, since that great war, the three factions—devils, angels, and Fallen Angels—had maintained extremely tense relations. Back then, the ending wasn't so much mutual agreement on ceasefire, but rather all three sides had nearly died out. Continuing would've caused extinction, forcing them to stop.
Afterward, though small frictions continued constantly, formal official contact between sides never happened again.
Precisely because of this, Underworld foreign affairs activities also completely stagnated.
After all, diplomacy's prerequisite was both sides having willingness to communicate. But if meeting meant red-eyed death matches, no diplomatic feasibility existed whatsoever.
"Oh right, right! Haven't finished gossiping earlier."
As if wanting to embody this gossip spirit, Serafall licked clean the parfait spoon and waved the empty spoon with shining eyes.
"So have you figured out how to announce your relationship with Venelana-obasama and Grayfia-neesan? Mmm... especially to Rias-chan and Sirzechs-chan."
"...Not yet." Bokue shook his head honestly.
"I thought so." Hearing this, Serafall cupped her cheeks with both hands, sighing lightly as expected.
"After all, such matters are truly hard to explain. Even though Sirzechs-chan and Grayfia-neesan only share pure comrade relations, Venelana-obasama's situation is... hard to imagine how Sirzechs-chan would react knowing this. At least if it were me, my brain would explode directly."
"Either way, let's take it one step at a time."
Bokue cleared his throat lightly.
"More than that, aren't you the Underworld's foreign affairs minister, Serafall?"
"Yes I am. Why?"
"Nothing, just wanted to ask—since the conference is tomorrow, has there been word from the Fallen Angel and angel sides?"
"Mmm... if you really want to know, Azazel's side did contact us."
Serafall lifted her face, staring at the ceiling overhead as she thought seriously.
"He said he'd already contacted the angel side too. Confirmed they'll arrive tomorrow. Then Azazel's side will bring one more person. As for the angels, probably only Michael will come."
"Bring one more person? Oh, you mean Vali."
Bokue nodded lightly.
As possessor of the White Dragon Emperor's Light Wings, he had some impression of him.
"Ah no, not that White Dragon Emperor kid."
Serafall tapped her forehead with her index finger, eyes closed as she struggled to remember.
"I can't quite recall who he said he'd bring. Maybe Azazel didn't even say. Anyway, besides that White Dragon Emperor kid, he'll bring one more person."
"Afraid we're setting a trap feast, so planning to bring extra bodyguards?"
"Probably... not?"
Serafall also felt somewhat uncertain.
"Well, doesn't really matter. This time both Sirzechs-chan and I came. Mmm... plus Keikain-kun. Even if angels and Fallen Angels secretly agreed to join forces, our advantage remains infinitely massive!"
"After all, angels and Fallen Angels have zero favors from Keikain-kun."
"Favors?"
Bokue raised an eyebrow, not understanding how the topic suddenly connected to favors.
Serafall reacted with an "oh" sound: "Sorry, misspoke. Not favors—lovers."
"??"
This correction seemed even stranger.
The magical girl shook her head humming as she explained: "First, our Underworld side has Rias-chan plus all Rias-chan's peerage members, plus Venelana-obasama and Grayfia-neesan. Comparatively, angels and Fallen Angels don't have even one insider close to Keikain-kun. So if fighting really breaks out, which side you'd stand on is absolutely obvious, right?"
"Oh wait..."
Serafall touched her chin, lightly hissing.
"Wait wait, what if tomorrow during the meeting they offer tributes to Keikain-kun on-site? If your sister remembers correctly, Heaven's side has someone called Gabriel—possessing flawless supreme figure and super mega huge breasts..."
"Didn't you just say Heaven's side only has Michael coming?"
Bokue reminded while facepalming.
"Hmm? Don't talk nonsense! That wasn't me saying it—that was Azazel saying it."
Serafall rapidly waved her hands, clearing relations.
"I'm just relaying what Azazel said. If Michael arrives tomorrow with other angels, I can't say for sure. Maybe that super busty Gabriel might be among them."
So are these angels or pimps...
Bokue thought speechlessly.
"Plus, what do you mean 'tributes'? I'm not some lustful demon emperor."
"Emmmm~"
Serafall slightly drew out her tone, her expression somewhat subtle.
"Alright, if there's nothing else then I'm heading back first."
No longer wasting time, feeling they'd chatted enough, Bokue drained his coffee in one gulp.
Serafall didn't voice objections, just blinked.
"Going back to continue with Venelana-obasama and them?"
"Depends on the situation."
Bokue didn't deny it. After setting down the coffee cup, he made a "see you later" gesture before vanishing directly.
The café that had some human voices from their conversation fell silent again.
Serafall still sat motionless on the sofa, her girlishly slender yet voluptuous legs crossed beneath the table. Not until confirming the young man truly left did she separate them, placing them flat on the floor.
"Whew..."
The magical girl exhaled softly. Her right hand at an angle no one could see used the motion of smoothing her skirt hem to let fingertips touch that small soft fabric.
When she returned her hand to the tabletop, under the lights crystalline traces clearly adhered to it.
"Seriously, how am I supposed to go back like this..."
Serafall muttered somewhat helplessly to herself, shaking her head.
"Originally wanted to come out for coffee to calm down. Yet after chatting this long, still in this state."
"Whatever, better return later. Gives Sona-chan more time too... Waiter! Another parfait!"
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