were most likely old-school propeller planes. They seemed to be private aircraft owned by Magus Craft.
“Sheesh, that bitch. She calls me all the way back here, and it turns out she wants me to play tour guide for a field trip.”
Standing beside the propeller planes, waiting for Kojou and Yukina, was a long-haired man in a leather jacket. He was fairly tall, and thanks to being overly thin, he had a bit of the look of a model, but his apparently slothful personality was what immediately stood out. An air of thorough disappointment seemed to hang all around the man.
As Yukina and Kojou walked over to the runway, the man gave them a light wave.
“Oh, well… Welcome, guests! I am Lowe Kirishima. I’m something of an errand boy for Beatrice. Well, nice to meet you.”
As Kojou shook the hand Kirishima offered and Yukina traded glances with him, Kirishima made a leering smile as he stared at the guitar case on her back.
“Hmph, I see. Seems you’re not just a couple of students… Well, you get all kinds here in the Demon Sanctuary, huh?”
“Ha-ha…”
As Kojou glossed things over with a vague smile, Kojou’s eyes stopped when they passed over the bracelet Kirishima wore on his wrist. He, like Beatrice, was a demon. He was probably an L-type…a beast man.”
Kojou and Yukina had boarded the plane and were waiting inside when Kirishima called out from the pilot seat. “Well, time to get this girl ready for takeoff.”
After they sat down in the seats behind him, he handed a vinyl sheet bag to Kojou.
“Here you go. Barf bag.”
“Eh?”
For a moment, Kojou was bewildered at why he’d be handed this before even taking off, but he immediately got it as soon as he glanced at the adjacent Yukina’s face. The exceedingly brooding look on Yukina’s face, the way she gripped her hands together as if in prayer—she was in a near-panic, as if her usual calm, composed air was an illusion. No doubt not even facing the Lotharingian Armed Apostle or the aristocrat from the Warlord’s Empire had thrown her off to this degree.
“H-Himeragi? Are you all right?” Now uneasy himself, Kojou asked without thinking.
But Yukina raised a reassuring face as she replied. “Of course. There is no problem whatsoever.”
“Er, well, your face turned as white as a sheet…”
“You’re just imagining it.”
Her reply was crisp, but her voice was frail. As Kojou kept thinking,
She can fight in midair like she’s walking a tightrope without a net, so there’s no way, right?
he asked…
“…You wouldn’t be afraid of airplanes, would you?”
“Absolutely not! I-I am a Sword Shaman of the Lion King Agency, after all.”
As Yukina’s childish excuse made Kojou think,
I made better lies in kindergarten
, he stifled the strained smile that threatened to leak out. It was cute that Yukina had an unexpected weakness like this, but he didn’t feel like making fun of her when she was so desperately hiding it.
Yukina, who had been coerced into and given no option but living as a Sword Shaman for the Lion King Agency, was not permitted to display weakness before others. After all, such behavior would lose her the only place she had in the world. No doubt that was why Yukina had always pushed herself and behaved decisively since she’d been a little girl.
She couldn’t sound weak even in front of trusted friends and allies. Kojou had known a similar type of isolation once before. He’d probably been wrapped in the same emotions when he was on the basketball court.
Finally, Kojou got tired of the isolation and quit basketball. Someone like him had no right to laugh at Yukina.
“Actually, Nagisa’s bad with airplanes, too. …Actually, she’s bad with any kind of vehicle. She gets sick right away.”
“I told you, it’s not as if I have a hard time with airplanes…”
Yukina objected to Kojou’s blunt utterance with pouty lips.
Right about then, the airplane they were on began to accelerate down the runway
“Sheesh, that bitch. She calls me all the way back here, and it turns out she wants me to play tour guide for a field trip.”
Standing beside the propeller planes, waiting for Kojou and Yukina, was a long-haired man in a leather jacket. He was fairly tall, and thanks to being overly thin, he had a bit of the look of a model, but his apparently slothful personality was what immediately stood out. An air of thorough disappointment seemed to hang all around the man.
As Yukina and Kojou walked over to the runway, the man gave them a light wave.
“Oh, well… Welcome, guests! I am Lowe Kirishima. I’m something of an errand boy for Beatrice. Well, nice to meet you.”
As Kojou shook the hand Kirishima offered and Yukina traded glances with him, Kirishima made a leering smile as he stared at the guitar case on her back.
“Hmph, I see. Seems you’re not just a couple of students… Well, you get all kinds here in the Demon Sanctuary, huh?”
“Ha-ha…”
As Kojou glossed things over with a vague smile, Kojou’s eyes stopped when they passed over the bracelet Kirishima wore on his wrist. He, like Beatrice, was a demon. He was probably an L-type…a beast man.”
Kojou and Yukina had boarded the plane and were waiting inside when Kirishima called out from the pilot seat. “Well, time to get this girl ready for takeoff.”
After they sat down in the seats behind him, he handed a vinyl sheet bag to Kojou.
“Here you go. Barf bag.”
“Eh?”
For a moment, Kojou was bewildered at why he’d be handed this before even taking off, but he immediately got it as soon as he glanced at the adjacent Yukina’s face. The exceedingly brooding look on Yukina’s face, the way she gripped her hands together as if in prayer—she was in a near-panic, as if her usual calm, composed air was an illusion. No doubt not even facing the Lotharingian Armed Apostle or the aristocrat from the Warlord’s Empire had thrown her off to this degree.
“H-Himeragi? Are you all right?” Now uneasy himself, Kojou asked without thinking.
But Yukina raised a reassuring face as she replied. “Of course. There is no problem whatsoever.”
“Er, well, your face turned as white as a sheet…”
“You’re just imagining it.”
Her reply was crisp, but her voice was frail. As Kojou kept thinking,
She can fight in midair like she’s walking a tightrope without a net, so there’s no way, right?
he asked…
“…You wouldn’t be afraid of airplanes, would you?”
“Absolutely not! I-I am a Sword Shaman of the Lion King Agency, after all.”
As Yukina’s childish excuse made Kojou think,
I made better lies in kindergarten
, he stifled the strained smile that threatened to leak out. It was cute that Yukina had an unexpected weakness like this, but he didn’t feel like making fun of her when she was so desperately hiding it.
Yukina, who had been coerced into and given no option but living as a Sword Shaman for the Lion King Agency, was not permitted to display weakness before others. After all, such behavior would lose her the only place she had in the world. No doubt that was why Yukina had always pushed herself and behaved decisively since she’d been a little girl.
She couldn’t sound weak even in front of trusted friends and allies. Kojou had known a similar type of isolation once before. He’d probably been wrapped in the same emotions when he was on the basketball court.
Finally, Kojou got tired of the isolation and quit basketball. Someone like him had no right to laugh at Yukina.
“Actually, Nagisa’s bad with airplanes, too. …Actually, she’s bad with any kind of vehicle. She gets sick right away.”
“I told you, it’s not as if I have a hard time with airplanes…”
Yukina objected to Kojou’s blunt utterance with pouty lips.
Right about then, the airplane they were on began to accelerate down the runway
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