The Governor-General of the Fallen Angels did not keep him waiting long. Two days later, he wrote to Silence with the time and date when they would meet with a possible magic teacher for a more detailed conversation. The meeting place turned out to be one of the most popular cities in Germany, Munich. The couple decided to combine business with pleasure, so immediately after the meeting they planned to have their usual day off.
At the appointed hour, they went to the reserved restaurant, where they were already waiting at the table. The leader of the fallen waved at them with his usual smile, while the man next to him looked at the unusual guests with curiosity.
— I didn't expect the rumors to be true, — the stranger looked at the pair of dragons with admiration. — The Infinity Dragon God has acquired a man. Besides, this chosen one will want to learn magic from me.
— I am Silence Ouroboros, — the young man introduced himself, looking at the magician with interest. His hair, slicked with gel, had a red and blue tint, like his eyes. The man's general appearance was slightly brutal, but at the same time intelligent. — And I just asked Azazel to find me a good teacher, so I have no idea who you are.
— Hahaha! Where are my manners? — He made a half-bow with joy. — The founder and director of Grau Zauberer, Mephisto Feles. You can also call me Mephistopheles.
— Wow! That famous demon? — Sai was pleasantly surprised. — My teacher once mentioned you. A devil at the level of the Demon Lords, but not involved in politics, and also the former dragon king Tannin is your figure.
— Haha! It seems I am very popular, but do you already have a teacher?
— Yes, but he teaches me physical combat and the "etiquette" of dragons. Haha! - the guy said with a grin, not hiding his amusement, seeing the interest of Azazel and the old demon. — Crom Cruach spoke highly of your skills while trashing Tannin.
— Amazing! — Mephistopheles grinned widely, — An Evil Dragon as a trainer. I'm already tempted to agree to teach you, but first I must ask a few questions. Why do you want to learn magic? And why do you think you have the ability to do so?
— The answer is simple, — he quickly glanced at Ophis and received a nod, before activating his gaze. — Thanks to this.
— The eyes of all things, — the demon whispered, looking at the complex magical symbol with shock. — How long has it been since I saw them.
— So this is not fiction, — Azazel, as a scientist, did not believe in such a myth, but the evidence is right before his eyes. The Fallen One chuckled at such a pun. — So this is what those fanatics were studying.
— You know about this? — the dragon was slightly surprised.
— Yes, I was the one who came up with this name, — Mephisto muttered nostalgically. — Your ancestor, the Archivist, the first known owner of these eyes, summoned me to learn how to control them. However, unfortunately, this was impossible, so he tried to seal them, but having failed, he simply tore out the eyes.
— What is the reason? — the fallen one really wanted to know. — If at least some of the myths are true, then it is foolish to refuse such power.
— Ha! Naturally, such powerful power has its price, — the mage looked at the young man in front of him with even greater interest. — The gaze of all existence is a wonderful supernatural anomaly that can only be passed on to the descendants of the Archivist. These eyes see the very essence of an object, and it does not matter whether it is magic or the true nature of a creature. However, this is where their curse lies. Seeing the very flows of magic and other energy phenomena occurring in the world, the wearer's perception changes. Even not fully awakened eyes have an effect. A person begins to not only see all the unimaginable processes of the world forces, but also hear them.
— This damn noise, — Silence muttered. — It drives you crazy.
— Exactly! — the man confirmed. — The human mind cannot cope with such a load. Sooner or later, a person either goes crazy and commits suicide, or tears out his own eyes. Even turning into a demon could not help. It only slightly delays the inevitable. That is why I have a question, how did you cope with this problem?
— I did not quite cope, — Sai frowned, remembering all the cacophony that he sometimes had to hear. — My dragon aura allows me to block it, — the young man smiled and looked warmly towards his beloved. — That is why I am called Silence Ouroboros.
— My silence, — Ophis confidently confirmed, clinging to him. — And only mine.
— Well, then everything became clear to me, — Mephistopheles broke the pink atmosphere of the dragons. — You are not going to spend all your time studying magic, are you?
— Yes. Usually I train with Crom every day, but I can devote part of the day to magic.
— We are not going to change our usual routine with days off every week! — the girl stated categorically. — And we will spend the night in our own house.
— Ha! How demanding students are these days, — the demon chuckled, usually it is he who sets the conditions for applicants, and not the other way around. — However, I am very interested in seeing the true potential of these eyes. If you allow me to study them, then I am ready to personally devote several hours a day to your training.
— As long as it does not harm me, I agree.
— That's great, student, — the devil smiled triumphantly. — Contact me as soon as you are ready to begin classes.
— Okay, but we still have things to do today, — the couple got up from the table. — Until tomorrow.
Having left the restaurant, they teleported to another city in Germany, where one of the most popular rock bands in the world was going to hold a concert. The dragons planned to record a live performance to show Hitori later, as well as get a couple of souvenirs from the performers for their favorite.
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POV Hikigaya Hachiman
At what point did my life go downhill? Was it in elementary school, where a group of noisy and stupid kids began to avoid me and call me all sorts of insulting nicknames, ignoring me or shifting all the blame onto the outcast? Or middle school, where the situation had not changed at all, but age and hormones did their dark work. Blinded by the external beauty of the girl and having imagined myself in all sorts of ways, I made my first and last confession, after which I wanted to hide somewhere in a corner and never show myself again. However, it was impossible to dodge going to school and I had to endure all these looks focused on my wonderful person.
Although, as for me, the leader is still the high school. The time for visiting it is only approaching its half, and the actions and emotions experienced have accumulated higher than ever. Motivated Hachiman on the first day of admission decided to go to the ceremony an hour before it began, scrolling through the scenarios of his acquaintance with new people in his head, and, perhaps, just perhaps, friends.
How naive I was. On the way to school, a dachshund ran out onto the roadway, having escaped from its careless owner. The animal ran right into the path of a black expensive car. Deciding to play the hero, I pulled the dog out, but even having braked in time, the driver could not avoid an accident. Instead of the dog, I collided with the hood of the foreign car.
I had to spend the next six months in the hospital for rehabilitation. After another two weeks at home to adapt, I returned to school. Needless to say, by that time all the teenagers had already recognized each other, dividing into small groups. In the established school hierarchy, there was no place for such an unfamiliar and lonely person as me. If I were an extrovert, with their eternal supply of energy, I would definitely easily join the team, but I do not belong to this annoying and noisy type of people.
School days flew by in a quiet and leisurely succession. The quiet life of a loner was periodically diluted by visits to our class teacher and part-time school psychologist, because of the topics of my essays. Frequent skirmishes with this undoubtedly beautiful, but cruel woman, almost ten years older than me, brought variety. On one of these occasions, she forced me to join the school volunteer club. From that moment on, Hachiman's life again became more chaotic. Fulfilling the constant requests of students, in the company of the ice queen and the hyperactive and stupid classmate who appeared a little later, brought many difficulties to my life as a loner.
The first month of summer arrived in such a "cheerful" pace. In light of Yuigahama's upcoming birthday, our club leader decided to buy her a present, but, due to doubts about her own taste, dragged me into the matter as well. It was at this moment that I accidentally encountered, in the literal sense of the word, an inexplicable phenomenon. Seeing the culprit who accidentally pushed me, I was surprised to recognize my classmate in her. The withdrawn and uncommunicative Hitori Goto at school was completely different from the girl in front of me. Dressed in bright and fashionable clothes, she did not look like the socially awkward classmate who fell into a stupor from rare conversations with other people. Before I could say a word, a young man slightly older than us approached her from behind. Judging by the way he easily called Goto by name and her calm reaction to it, they are very close to each other. I was even glad for the quick appearance of my rude companion. She managed to save me from the murderous gaze of this scary guy. The appearance of another girl helped to correct the situation, but left me alone with this impressive guy, who looked at me with some kind of amusement. The trick he demonstrated completely threw me off track.
For the rest of the walk, I was actively trying to understand what exactly had happened before my eyes. Ignoring the new company, I just bought the first cute trinket I came across as a gift. Even after two days, I couldn't figure out that trick. Well, he didn't show me magic, did he? The most I'll believe in is martial arts techniques, just like in manga.
Everything seemed to have returned to normal, but five days after the shopping, Goto-san handed me her phone during a break.
— Um, H-hikigaya-san, — the girl called me in a trembling voice. I noticed that she became more confident, but only a little. — Silence wants to talk to you. — Remembering who this unusual name belonged to, I took the extended phone.
— Hello?
— Oh, Hachiman, hello! — a familiar cheerful voice came from the speakers. — How are you?
— Not complaining. However, I don't remember us being so close to address each other by name.
— Ha-ha-ha! You weren't that brave when we met. Although it doesn't matter, it's even better this way. Did you manage to understand my "demonic fist"?
— ... No, — after a short silence, I finally answered. — Even if it was a trick, I don't have enough knowledge to figure it out.
— It wasn't a trick, but real magic, — the guy said mockingly, irritating me with his tone. — If you're interested, I can provide more information. You can find my pages with Ophis. "The Dragon of Silence" and "the Dragon of Infinity", respectively. You can get more hints there. That's all for now, good luck! And don't hurt Hitori, or you'll regret it.
This threat, said with a growling tone, made me break out in a cold sweat. However, he didn't wait for my answer and had already hung up. Having returned the phone to its owner, I plunged into thought again. In the end, curiosity overcame the rational urge to not get involved, and I found the specified profiles. If everything indicated there is true, then I am very jealous! Every week to travel the world and stay in such luxurious places.
For the sake of interest, I typed the cost of such a hotel on the Internet and realized how unfair life is. My parents need to work for a month and maybe more than one to pay for the entire trip that these two make every week. Judging by the story, they moved to live in Tokyo and there met Goto-san, who, it turns out, performs in a rock band. Hearing her performance on video - she is definitely talented. However, what interested me most was not the story of my classmate's acquaintance with the rich couple, but two seemingly humorous entries. Only after entering the date shown in the search engine, the news turned out to be real.
Did they really steal all this gold worth billions of dollars and openly lead such a lifestyle? I can't believe that no one noticed such a suspicious coincidence, but they are still at large. Lie or truth? There are only more questions. It's better to put all this aside and enjoy the holidays.
Unfortunately, life is unfair. No one gave me long to indulge in one of the deadly sins - laziness. Persistent sounds of messages came from my phone. Having looked at the first of dozens of text messages from Hiratsuka, I immediately turned off the phone to be on the safe side. There was too much of a difference between this woman's appearance and her character. Perhaps that is why she is still single.
However, later I was betrayed by someone I never expected to get a knife in the back from. Komachi, my sweet little sister, led me straight into the greedy clutches of Hiratsuka. As it turned out, the volunteer club will have a summer camp as counselors for elementary school students. Three days and two nights in nature, far from the bustling metropolis. However, I have a small question regarding our composition.
— You said that this is a club activity, — I spoke to the woman driving the car. — Then why aren't only the volunteer club members coming?
My gaze was directed at the mirror, in which two familiar figures were visible. Totsuka, whose company I was only glad of, and a possible headache. Hitori Goto, who had once again changed her style to a more "youthful" one, trying not to drown in Yuigahama's verbal streams and at least answer her something. And I don't consider the girl herself a problem, but only the mysterious couple that constantly hangs around her.
— Naturally, in addition to the three of you, I recruited volunteers, — because of the predatory smile of the teacher, I am not sure about Goto-san's voluntary joining. — I promised to correct the grades in the report card, and Hitori just had problems with History. In addition, her younger sister will be among those you will have to keep an eye on. A great coincidence, isn't it?
Not wanting to waste any more energy on talking, I simply stared out the window, watching the changing scenery. Soon we reached the village of Chiba. A small campsite in the open air. As soon as we left the car, another car parked behind us. A familiar and disliked by most of our club group emerged from the car.
— What are they doing here? — Yukinoshita hissed at Hayato's group.
— As I said before: I hired volunteers, — the woman said cheerfully. — This will be a lesson in socialization for you.
As the popular clique approached us for instructions from the teacher, a luxury car appeared on the road, approaching us at high speed. Having covered hundreds of meters in a matter of seconds, the foreign car parked next to us.
— Excuse me, are we late? — The one I did not want to see emerged from the car. Silence and Ophis stood in front of our shocked group. Although, judging by Goto-san's face, she was very happy about their presence. — I had to buy a license and a car in a big hurry.