DxD: A World Where T*tties Defy Gravity [ Chapter 94: Rule Breaker! ] (Patreon)

"You gotta listen to my words, yeah... yeahh..."

Pushing open the door of the café that had opened an hour ago, Rex stepped inside, looked around, and instantly saw the person he was looking for. It wasn't exactly far, as one: Medea had a very distinctive appearance, and two: she was one of the only five customers in the place right now, so it wasn't hard to pick her out.

Medea was a beautiful young woman, appearing to be in around her early-to-mid-twenties. She had purplish-blue hair, with a braid on her left side, and lilac eyes, clad in a simple t-shirt and jeans that hugged her impressive figure. 

When one looked closer, one would see that Medea's ears were shaped similar to knives, than the normal curved human ears.

She was currently drinking from a cup, and looked up when she saw Rex coming towards her.

"Hello, Rex." She greeted the silver-haired Gremory. "You're looking as nice as usual."

"Same to you, Medea." Rex replied, as he hopped into the booth that she sat in, and looked into the eyes of his Pact Magician, who looked back, taking in his appearance.

"You know," Medea remarked, lightly. "This is just a personal thing, but I think you'd look better with your hair out of a ponytail. I mean I get having it like that in battle, but-"

"And that's the exact reason I have my hair like this all the time, Medea." Rex replied. "I'm always fighting at one point or another, be it a spar with Vasco, or a fight for my life. Like against the Old Satan Faction when Aphrodite and I retrieved that Golden Fleece of yours." 

He added, referring to the condition that Medea set for him to become her Pact Magician: retrieve the Golden Fleece the fleece of the winged ram Chrysomallos, that originally belonged to Medea's ancestor that was, back around seventy years ago, when Rex and Palutena had travelled to Mount Olympus to talk things out with Hera, in the hands of the Old Satan Faction.

"Fair enough." Medea replied. "So, did you ask to meet me here for something important, or just to catch up? I'm okay with either, to be honest."

"Good to know, because it was a bit of both." Rex replied, pulling out his phone. "Take a look a this picture I took, I think you might like it."

Rex pulled up the picture he had taken of Zeoticus after the Rating Game between Rias and Riser, and Medea looked at it. After a few seconds, she sniggered, and then laughed.

"Hahahaha...!" She laughed, smiling. "That's a sight for sore eyes if I've ever seen it."

"Yeah, I thought you might like it." Rex smiled, putting his phone away. "Given your history with my grandfather."

Medea scowled, momentarily.

"Yes, I do have history with him." She muttered, recalling how Zeoticus Gremory had tried to force himself on her, and make her his Queen by force. Medea had turned him down, and cast a few spells on him that almost rendered the current Gremory patriach entirely impotent. However, as Medea now understood it, Zeoticus was, unfortunately, free from that particular ailment.

"Alright, now let's talk for real." Rex replied. "It's come to my attention yesterday that I have been placed in a marital contract with a Devil who goes by the name of Seekvaira Agares. Since I didn't want to go through the trouble of having a Rating Game with her, like Rias did with Riser-"

"Oh, I heard about that." Medea replied. "I can imagine you'd tear any Young Devil who challenged you to shreds within minutes, if not seconds."

"Hehehe." Rex chuckled for a moment. "Anyway, since going through the whole Rating Game process with Seekvaira would be pointless as all hell, not to mention time-consuming, I decided to ask you if it was possible for you to break that contract outright."

"I see." Medea replied. "Since I'm still grateful to you for obtaining my ancestor's Golden Fleece, I think I can do this for you. Now let's see." After casting a spell to stop any humans in the café from noticing what was going on, or coming over, Medea held up her hands and began casting a scanning spell on Rex.

"...Anything?" Rex asked, after half a minute.

"Not yet." Medea replied. "Now, let's see here... here we are!" She spoke.

"What?" Rex asked.

"I found the seal on you." Medea replied. She paused for a moment, before adding "Well, it's not exactly a seal 'on' on you, per ce. More like on your magical signature. That's how Devils enforce their marital contracts, through a pair of seals on either the bodies, or magical signatures, in this case, of both parties.”

“The seals then power the enforcement of the magical contract, which is usually written on paper, for formalities sake. You wouldn't have noticed the seals on you unless you were an expert in Devil magic."

"Eh...hehe." Rex chuckled, sweatdropping slightly. "I confess I'm more of an Angel Magic kind of guy. But anyway. Can you break it?"

"Of course I can break it." Medea gave a small scoff in reply. "Should be easy as taking a nap. Now where did I put it..."

Rex' Pact Magician reached into a magic-circle, which was the gateway to a pocket-dimension of her creation, and rummaged around in it. "I was sure I put it next to my spare robe... aha!"

Having found what she was looking for, Medea pulled out of the pocket-dimension which closed behind her, with an iridescent and jagged dagger in her hand.

"Rule Breaker." Rex remarked. "You gonna use that, huh?"

"Well, it's the only thing I really can use." Medea replied, holding the dagger in one hand, and holding the other one up. "Now, I just need to bring that seal to the surface. Shouldn't take more than a little push..." Medea released a pulse of Devil Magic from her hand, that rushed through Rex' body.