"So, can you tell me why you're following me?" Kojou asked, glancing at the blonde girl and the Japanese man who had been dragged along by her as they trailed behind him.
"I apologize for my rudeness, but I cannot leave an unidentified Heretic God unsupervised," the blonde girl replied sternly. "As for this person, he wishes to return the Grimoire to Lucretia Zola-sama. I couldn't let him go alone while carrying such a dangerous Grimoire, so I brought him with me."
"Like I said before, I'm not a Heretic God," Kojou said wearily—no matter how much he explained, this girl refused to believe him. "So there's no need for you to follow me."
"Even if you say that, the power you displayed was undoubtedly that of a Heretic God," Erica replied with a troubled expression. "And I, Erica Blandelli, cannot turn a blind eye to this as a Great Knight."
"You said your name was Erica, right?" Kojou continued after seeing Erica's nod. "Honestly, I don't mind you tagging along, but in return, you'll need to secure lodging for me for the next few days."
Truthfully, Kojou only knew that Heretic Gods would be fighting on this island, which was why he'd been sent here. But he didn't know when the battle would start or who would be fighting whom—the Guild hadn't provided him with such details.
"Certainly," Erica agreed readily upon hearing Kojou would permit her surveillance. "But first, we'll visit Lucretia Zola-sama to confirm her intentions for the Grimoire. I'll arrange your accommodations in the meantime."
"Do as you please," Kojou shrugged indifferently. As long as he finished his job here, he'd leave the island without caring for Erica's opinions. "By the way, I'd like your help creating an ID. Given your background, this shouldn't be difficult for you."
Kojou didn't know how long he'd remain in this world until he could slay two Heretic Gods, so obtaining an ID now was pragmatic. Unlike the medieval world of Konosuba, this was a modern society—he couldn't move freely without identification.
Judging by Erica's speech and her knowledge of the magical world, forging an ID for him with her connections should be trivial.
"Leave it to me. The ID will be ready by tomorrow," Erica said respectfully. She was willing to fulfill such trivial requests if it meant avoiding Kojou's wrath or a frenzied outburst. "By the way, what name should I use?"
"Akatsuki Kojou, age 16. Nationality: Japanese," Kojou replied flatly, considering updating his Guild alias—after all, a pseudonym was useless if never used.
"..." Erica stared at Kojou in silence, as if probing whether this was a fake name or if he truly wasn't a Heretic God. Only two entities in the world could summon and control Divine Beasts: Heretic Gods and Campiones. And she'd never heard of a Campione with Kojou's appearance or abilities.
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30 minutes later.
"I thought I was gonna die!!" Kojou and Godou screamed in unison after stumbling out of the car—the girl driving had zero talent for it.
"Arianna's flaws as a maid are her inability to drive or cook," Erica remarked casually, elegantly flipping her hair back.
"Doesn't that disqualify her as a maid?" Kojou deadpanned. It seemed Erica and Arianna got along well, which explained why Erica kept her despite her shortcomings.
"..." Godou said nothing but clearly agreed with Kojou's statement.
"New faces..." A voice unfamiliar to the group suddenly spoke. "Who are you?"
"A talking cat...?" Kojou blinked repeatedly. He hadn't expected that.
"We have something to deliver to you from Kusanagi Ichirou," Erica said respectfully to the cat. "Lucretia Zola-sama."
'I see… So this cat is being controlled by the woman named Lucretia Zola,' Kojou deduced.
"Ichirou… I see. Come in," the cat nodded after scrutinizing Godou, as if recognizing him.
The group followed the cat into a grand European-style palace. Though its garden seemed neglected, the interior was immaculate.
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"Sorry, sorry! But when you can use magic for everything, you inevitably grow lazy," said a beautiful woman with brown hair, purple eyes, and a beauty mark under her right eye that accentuated her charm.
Gulp.
Seeing the woman, who was barely dressed, Kojou could only swallow hard and turn away to drink his own blood—his Vampiric Impulses were already raging.
"So, you said you have something from Ichirou?" Zola asked, rising from her pose. Though she addressed Godou and Erica, her eyes never left Kojou.
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