DxD: Reincarnated Trickster in Ecchi World

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With this little marathon draining all the hours of the afternoon, I eventually had to put an end to it as it was time to prepare meals for everyone.

Ingvild decided to also join me in the kitchen to help me prepare the dinner, and I discovered that while she wasn't exactly confident with her cooking skills, she was slowly learning to become much better than she was mere weeks ago.

A pleasant discovery that made for a good topic for conversation once the food was ready to be put at the table.

Quietly eating some of the sashimi that was part of my current dish, I barely quipped some bits at the discussions that ensued once I was done talking about Ingvild.

There was much happening in Kuoh Town, especially with Azazel picking Kuroka to have her 'vetted' before deciding whenever she was ready or not to join Grigori.

Baraqiel was out either wandering enough before late nighttime, or he was checking on the bar he had started to go by once every few days, which meant we weren't expecting any sudden intrusions for the time being.

Still, as dinner seemed to fly off our hands as quickly as it came to us, I ended up finding something interesting to be intrigued by as I found a curious ad spot playing on a random channel I had picked.

"You want something built? A simple house or even a multi-floor skyscraper? Then we're the men you have to call to,"

A familiar individual yelled from beyond the screen. He was wearing a yellow safety hat, and an eye patch that covered his left eye.

He was also wearing a stylish leopard-themed open jacket that gave sight onto his naked chest.

"We of Majima Construction care for our clients' needs if the costs are paid accordingly to the contract.

Especially when those clients have huge bank accounts that can cover for everything."

"I didn't think someone would've been so blunt in making an advertisement," Tiamat admitted with a surprised tone. "I thought there were rules that prevented that much… of a scene."

The dragon was referencing the fact that the one-eyed man was now punching one of his own workers for having messed up one of the tasks he was given.

"We want to guarantee absolute quality and trust. So for any complaint, we shall make sure you're properly reimbursed and with a smile on your face,"

The presenter nodded with a big grin on his face. "I, Majima Goro, can assure you that we can make things work. And this is a genuine Majima fact!"

This wasn't the first time I've seen this spot, but it was the first time I found myself dealing with it with others.

Goro was just an individual I wasn't sure how to tackle. I was now aware that Yakuza was a thing in this world too, and not just the organized crime organization.

I was talking about the series that was mostly told from the view of a certain professional brawler.

Still, I found myself groaning at this new ad, once again getting reminded that the guy was actually taking jobs outside of his turf back in Kamurocho, a 'fictional' quarter in Tokyo.

And with it, I finally got a confused look from Kunou as she noticed my reaction at the bizarre ad.

"Do you know who he is, Niichan?"

Glancing at the blonde with an awkward look, I found myself nodding at her as I really didn't mind discussing this problematic individual I wasn't planning to meet.

Despite how I would like to meet the guy's rival… the chances of making first contact with the one-eyed prick on TV left me mostly uneasy.

"That's… Majima Goro. He is an unsavory man I know only by reputation," I explained calmly, noticing that the others were also paying attention to my words.

"And I think it's best to not delve too much about him. Too much of a troublemaker and cause of numerous headaches."

"You're making him sound like he is beyond human," Tiamat pointed out, and I shrugged.

"The Mad Dog of Shirano is an oddball. Tough to kill, tough to understand… tough to get rid off from what I heard from public comments released by someone that Majima considers his rival."

"He looks… sad," Ingvild muttered quietly. "Do… Do you know if he lost someone?"

I was actually surprised at the comment, and I felt even more unhappy with the fact I knew exactly what drove that man to this degree of madness. It took me a moment to come up with a proper response and… I spoke up.

"Something along those lines," I curtly replied. "Nobody of importance died to have him turn like this."

After that, nobody inquired more about this bizarre individual, leaving me relieved as I was done with that trail of insanity that was known as Majima Goro.

The next and last bit of the night was particularly curious.

Since the visit was basically a sleepover in disguise, the procedure was the same as the few times I had Koneko spend the night here. Everyone would sleep by the living room, and Kunou would get chest-pillow privileges.

Yawning and allowing her tails free, the blonde didn't spare any words as she happily settled herself on top of myself, clearly failing to realize that someone else had planned to do something like that.

Ingvild did seem particularly upset with this circumstance, but the pure look coming from the kitsune as she found her proper spot in that setting drove a degree of cuteness to everyone's hearts.

To add an extra shade of adorable, a certain little dragon decided to make her own nest between my left shoulder and neck, pressing her cheek onto mine as she rolled up in a little cinnamon roll-like position.

Meanwhile Tiamat decided to rest on the floor, saying that the couches were 'too soft' for her back.

From the way her ward didn't seem surprised by these words, I knew that something similar to that was now common to find in their house, and that Ingvild had grown accustomed to it.

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