Nora closed her eyes in contemplation as she listened to her King explain some of the sacrifices she must now make with her new life as a devil. Never in her life had she ever wanted to hurt another being, not even the bullies of her old schools. Back then, all she had wanted to do was defend herself from further harm and ridicule. The thought of not only hurting but possibly killing someone, even someone evil enough to arguably deserve death, sounded like a decision she wasn't sure she could make. However, the only other choice open to her would be for her to die in their place. Would the threat to her own life be enough to spur her to make that choice? To end the existence of another living being? She couldn't say. Only time would tell.
"Alright, I... I guess I don't have much else of a choice," she replied. Nora still sounded reluctant, her voice filled with self-doubt and hesitance, but agreement nonetheless. Reaching out toward Tsumiki, the blond haired girl took his hand and followed him back through the portal to meet the rest of the peerage. "Oh, wait. Let me first get chan-" She began to say before being enveloped in the red light of the magic circle.
"-ged," was the first thing that the three boys would hear as Nora and Tsumiki appeared inside the club room. She hadn't expected the trip to be so... Well, instant. The newly appointed Rook had at least thought she would have time to change into something more appropriate for leaving her home. The only reason she had noticed it now in the first place was because the adrenaline pumping through her system, due to the panic her sacred gear had induced, had finally worn off. Her red, plaid pajamas that had once covered just about every inch of her body, had become tatters thanks to the brittleness power of Crystal Corruption.
Her pants that had once reached down to her ankles, now only covered about half of her thigh. The button up shirt she'd been wearing had now become sleeveless, with the body of the garment only covering her breasts and revealing her entire midriff. It could have been much worse, other female classmates of Nora's were sure to wear much more revealing clothing during non-school hours, as that would be when the academy's uniform policies would no longer be in effect. At least none of her companions could see what sort of underwear she liked to wear. Still, the newly-reincarnated devil was used to more modest and prudish outfits and was made extremely uncomfortable by where events had led to. Grasping at what remained of her top, she attempted to pull down what fabric still remained so as to block the boys' view. The only other thing she could do now was stammer and stutter a series of incomprehensible sounds as she endeavored to collect herself.