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"You truly believe that Archangel Michael will be in attendance?" Xenovia pressed, the former exorcist looking torn between concern and awe at the very idea, for obvious reasons.

"I wouldn’t bet against it." Azazel confirmed with a nod "With Father dead, Michael is the highest authority in Heaven at the moment and he was never one to delegate if he could avoid it. If he didn’t come himself, I’d expect him to at least send Uriel or Raphael as representatives."

"What about lady Gabriel?" Xenovia asked, only to flush at the Fallen’s quirked brow "I’m sorry, it’s just, out of all the Seraphs she was the most popular among the trainees growing up."

"Yeah, she’s always been Heaven’s Idol." Azazel agreed, a whimsical, almost longing smile on his face, as if remembering a fond memory "Still, she isn’t likely to come unless Michael himself does, and then only if one of the other Seraphs abstain in order to protect Heaven." his scoffed bitterly "Michael always was over protective of her. Damned Closet Siscon..."

’I’m guessing there’s more to this story than he’s letting on.’ Shirou noted dryly, the Faker feeling a strange sense of camaraderie with the Prince of the Hosts as he, and Vali surprisingly enough, deadpanned at Azazel from across the table.

"What’s that look for?" the Governor General demanded, glaring defiantly back at the pair, who merely rolled their eyes at his actions "Ah piss off the lot of you! You’re running late as it is."

"Crap!" Shirou swore, shovelling the rest of his food down before rising from the table alongside an equally flustered Xenovia, Vali offering a mocking wave of farewell as he continued to help himself to the spread.

"Seriously, that idiot’s too helpful for his own good." Vali scoffed with a shake of his head, though whether it was from concern or amusement was debatable "He could afford to be a little more selfish."

"You say that, but something tells me you’d be singing a different tune if he stopped cooking." Azazel snarked, earning a glare from the White Dragon Emperor, who up until recently had subsisted mostly on Take-Out or Cup Ramen when forced to cook for himself. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

While Azazel wasn’t much better in the kitchen, his penchant for treating each potential meal as a ’culinary experiment’ having driven most of his subordinates to avoid headquarters on the off-chance he was feeling adventurous, at the very least his culinary expertise extended beyond ’turn on the kettle’.

Kuoh Academy Student Council Office.

"Thanks again for the help, Emiya-Kun." Sona offered as she finished going over the paperwork on her desk along with Tsubaki "With everything that’s transpired recently I’m afraid we’ve fallen a bit behind in regards to this month’s paperwork."

"It’s fine, Sona-Kaichou." Shirou assured the heiress with an understanding smile "You and Rias have had a lot on your plates recently, and that’s not even taking into account the upcoming Peace treaty."

As overseers of the city, Rias and Sona were not only responsible for ensuring the safety of the human populace, but also for ensuring that, with the exception of their clients, humanity remained ignorant of the existence of what Shirou persisted in thinking of as the ’Moonlit World’.

In a sense, it was not unlike how Rin described her responsibilities as Second Owner of Fuyuki, though unlike the Tohsaka heiress, who had been woefully uninformed of events in town due to Kirei’s mismanagement of her resources prior to the Grail War, Sona and Rias had access to their clans’ information networks, which allowed them to step in as need be to minimize casualties and exposure to the best of their ability.

Admittedly, it wasn’t a perfect system, the fact the Grigori were able to set up shop right under their noses and that Azazel, of all people, managed to bypass the screening process to lodge requests was proof enough of that, but it worked well enough for the most part and it wasn’t as if anyone short of Falbium Asmodeus could accurately predict the Governor General’s next move.

"By the way, I noticed that Xenovia-san isn’t with you today." Sona noted in a tone that to anyone else would have come off offhand, the Sitri heiress having been decidedly slower to welcome the former Exorcist into the fold than Rias, partially out of understandable caution, given her past and current allegiances, and partially because she wasn’t as quick to trust as her fellow King to begin with.

"She’s been spending a lot of time with Argento-san at the Occult Research Club." Shirou provided dutifully as he helped move another stack of paperwork out of the way despite Momo’s protests "Apparently they got to talking and found they had quite a lot in common."

"I suppose that makes sense." Tsubaki opined, the Vice-President adjusting her spectacles with a look of concern "Situations aside, they probably gravitated towards one another out of a need for closure and comfort. It hasn’t been that long since either of them were excommunicated...among other things."

Shirou grimaced, recalling how callously Kokabiel had revealed the truth of God’s demise during the Great War. While Xenovia carried herself well now, barring the odd moment in private, according to Azazel it had taken some time for the former Exorcist to come to terms with the truth, and even then it was only after she began sparring with Shirou that she’d regained her previous vigor.

With that in mind, Shirou could only imagine how devastating the truth must have been for a gentle soul like Asia, who despite being cast out and reincarnated as a Devil remained as pious as it was possible for a Devil to be, to the point she shed actual tears at not being able to read the Bible anymore.

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