Bro, I'm not an Undead!-Chapter 1487: The ’Business’ Proposal

At once, Nigerra's pupils turned into arrows.

Fulgardt laughed.

"This girl that took on your legacy… I suspect she had green hair?"

"It's as you say," Nigerra said.

"You're that gang of women that brat had stowed in his memory, are you? I see. Go on. What is it that Yuyui made an expert of your caliber see?"

What Nigerra had said earlier was beginning to make sense to Fulgardt. In fact, he derived the meaning behind her words at once, but he wanted to hear her say it.

Nigerra cleared her throat.

"My Order has always looked down on men. There was no particular animosity really, but most of us were gifted with talents that exceeded those of most men. We never would have known it with the way the world worked before you rose. When you did, we were able to exploit the depths of our potential to acquire these powers we stow in our eyes."

"But of course, as you may know, we fell. And yet, even as we did, we never ceased thrashing on men, casting their words and flesh to fire. That was our purpose. That is our purpose."

With how calm Nigerra was as she said all this, one might have thought she was describing the state of the sky. It was even more impressive that she expressed her dislike of men in front of two male Divine beings.

But Rias and Fulgardt listened without the slightest shift in their expressions.

"I looked down on that girl, Yuyui, for allowing herself to grow under a man. She seemed to rejoice in the fact, and I could have spat in her face. I assumed her powers would get stunted eventually. But she proved quite powerful, even without exploiting the power of all twelve of the eyes our legacy gives. I questioned why that was the case," Nigerra continued. She flicked a blade of grass by her open toe.

"Apparently, it's possible to discover different interpretations of strength through the words and actions of men rather than their direct tutelage. A woman can derive an outlook that men miss because she sees through a different, better lens."

Fulgardt scoffed.

"That is common sense, not some profound revelation," he remarked.

Nigerra grinned.

"For you perhaps, but not for me. I've only ever had this company of women for companionship. We enlightened and condemned each other. There was no room for wider circles or allies. To us, this is a profound revelation."

"Hmmm," hummed the Immoral. "Then is that what you are hoping to get from me? You say that I enabled you, after all."

"You did," said Nigerra. "In that time when the world looked down on women, crushing our talents and straining its lusts on us, your movement tore down social norms and allowed us to go crazy – as we were always meant to. Because of that, you owe it to us to listen to what we have to offer, and what we want in turn."

Fulgardt's eyes turned cold.

"And that is…?"

"We will offer you three of our special eyes, primed for immediate use without stubborn restrictions, like Class."

Fulgardt went silent for a few moments.

An offer of those special ones, was it?

He would be lying if he said that they would be useless to him. Those eyes weren't ordinary, he knew. Whatever means were used to make them, gifted them potency encroaching upon the Divine.

The means, Fulgardt guessed, was a lot of sacrifices.

In his hands, the eyes would become a whole lot more potent, especially if he applied Fundamental Barter, along with other means of augmentation tied to [Just Light].

It wasn't the sweetest offer he'd ever heard from a mortal, though. Would he accept?

"What do you want in exchange?" It was Rias who asked. The young man's large eyes burned with a red flame of Undeath. Fulgardt turned to him, amused.

The Immoral knew that the boy had already guessed what Nigerra would ask for. He had worked with people who had wanted the same thing before he died. Or rather before a part of him was killed by the Null Life brat.

There was only one thing mortals who saw a bigger, more twisted view of the world than most would want.

"In exchange, we want off Aigas when you leave. Whatever world you cast us on after that is of no concern to us."

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[Author's Note]

And Pherdanta's POV begins!