DxD: I'm Surrounded by Big Sister Devils!

The coincidence was like something out of a cliché scene: a high school girl rushing to school with toast in her mouth, only to be sent flying to another world by a sudden truck.

Although Fukuki hadn't sent anyone to another world, the attire of the blonde girl before him made him question whether he had somehow crossed over himself.

Unlike the provocative, eye-catching nun outfits often designed in modern anime, this one was a textbook example of orthodox modesty.

It was extremely loose, extremely conservative, and didn't reveal her figure in the slightest.

In fact, Fukuki thought her outfit seemed overly heavy for the weather.

Are there still cosplayers this committed nowadays?

No, now wasn't the time to dwell on that...

Realizing his thoughts were wandering too far, Fukuki refocused and squatted down, extending a hand to the girl sitting on the ground.

"Hello, are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine… I'm sorry…"

Surprisingly, though she had dazzling blonde hair typical of a Westerner, the nun spoke in fluent Japanese, her voice soft and slightly timid.

It was only then that Fukuki realized she was just a 16- or 17-year-old girl. Her large, emerald-green eyes, slightly downturned at the corners, gave her a gentle and delicate appearance.

"Here, let me help you up."

Taking her small, instinctively offered hand, Fukuki gently pulled her to her feet. He also picked up the fallen headscarf from the ground and handed it to her.

"Here."

"Thank you…"

The nun accepted it politely, her soft voice filled with gratitude. She dusted off the scarf, which had gotten a bit dirty when it fell, and carefully put it back on her head. Then, with a warm smile, she bowed slightly.

"Sorry about earlier. I was walking too fast. I'm a new nun assigned to a nearby church. My name is Asia Argento. Please, just call me Asia. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Keikain Fukuki ."

As he curiously studied the girl, Fukuki realized she wasn't a cosplayer but an actual nun.

But that name…

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Two minutes later, the two were walking side by side down the sidewalk, chatting as they went.

"Asia, are you a foreigner?"

"Yes, I am. My hometown is in Northern Europe. I just arrived in Japan this morning and was on my way to the church to report in."

"Northern Europe, huh…"

Fukuki didn't comment on her response, though inwardly he couldn't help but wonder.

After all, her blonde hair, emerald eyes, and even her name said it all. But seriously, traveling halfway across the globe from Northern Europe to Japan just to spread doctrine? Are modern-day nuns always this hardcore?

While he was silently grumbling to himself, Asia tilted her head, noticing the pause in their conversation, and asked cautiously, "Fukuki-san, have you been to Northern Europe before?"

"Huh? Oh, no," Fukuki shook his head.

"I'm just curious about why Asia-san would travel such a long way from Northern Europe to become a nun here. Generally speaking, Japan has more Buddhist influence because of its historical ties to the Tang Dynasty of ancient China. Christianity doesn't have as many followers here. Or… is it that the churches in Northern Europe have too much competition and they're sending people to remote regions for work experience?"

"N-not at all!"

The innocent nun, clearly unfamiliar with terms like "work competition," waved her hands in mild panic. Then, as if regretting her initial reaction, her voice softened, and she cast her gaze down, her small feet shuffling awkwardly on the pavement.

"Well… there are various reasons, I suppose…"

Ah, I see.

Fukuki wasn't one to embody the typical clueless male protagonist trope often seen in light novels. Although his words sometimes leaned toward brutally straightforward, his perceptiveness wasn't lacking.

Just her traveling from Northern Europe to Japan to become a nun, coupled with her evasive attitude when discussing her reasons, was enough for him to suspect there was more to her story.

Still, he didn't press further. Everyone has their secrets, and it wasn't his place to pry.

Asia, seemingly sensing the awkwardness, quickly changed the topic. "By the way, Fukuki-san, judging from your outfit, are you heading to school now?"

"Yeah. My school's straight down this road," he replied, nodding toward the traffic light up ahead that spanned the east-west intersection.

As in many areas of Japan, schools were conveniently clustered near residential zones. It was a lot like Beika Town's famous Teitan educational institutions, which offered schooling from kindergarten to university in one stretch.

Similarly, Kuoh Academy wasn't just a high school. It also had middle and elementary school branches nearby. As a result, the streets were bustling with kids of all ages, their backpacks bobbing as they walked together.

Turning northward, Fukuki gestured toward a white church on a distant hillside several streets away.

"That should be the church you're heading to. It's the only one in this area. Once you reach the intersection up ahead, take a left and follow that street. You'll see it soon enough."

"Oh, I see it! Thank you so much, Fukuki-san!" Asia beamed, her smile radiating sincere gratitude, even though all he'd done was point out directions.

Shrugging, Fukuki brushed it off nonchalantly. "It's nothing. Anyway, let's part ways at the intersection ahead—"

Before he could finish, a loud bang echoed behind them, followed by the wailing cry of a child.

Huh?

Fukuki turned his head in confusion and immediately understood the situation.

It was a boy, dressed in Kuoh Elementary's uniform, who had been hopping back and forth over the low barrier separating the sidewalk from the bike lane. Apparently, his antics had resulted in a stumble, and he fell hard onto the pavement, now sitting there bawling.

Honestly, it was nothing serious—a skinned knee, maybe some blood. At worst, a slow reaction to treatment might mean the wound would already stop bleeding on its own. The crying? Probably more out of fright than actual pain.

But Asia had already stopped in her tracks. Seeing the situation, she ran over, crouching beside the boy to inspect his injury.

From under her flowing habit, she extended both hands, hovering them over the boy's scraped knee. A faint green light emanated from her palms as she murmured gently.

"It's okay. It doesn't hurt anymore. Be strong, okay?"

Like magic, the green light enveloped the boy's wound, and under its glow, the bleeding stopped, the torn skin rapidly regenerating until it completely healed.

Wait a second. Miss Nun, are you sure you're not secretly casting Avada Kedavra?