Rias's eyes were open only for a moment before they were forcibly closed, the sight that she briefly saw was of a simple ceiling. The last thought's she had were of her current life that she had gotten in the swap, causing internal panic as she knew the name of the person if only in passing : Ingvild Leviathan!
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Ingvild opened her eyes, looking around in confusion even as the others around her looked on in both curiosity and slight apprehension.
"Did it work, Buchou?" A brunette boy asks, causing her to look over and focus on him momentarily. . .
As if a light flicks on Ingvild is bombarded by 'her' memories as Rias' life flows through the former Leviathan, giving them an idea on the change in circumstances.
Ingvild quickly holds up a hand with a finger raised, the universal gesture for "one moment", trying to buy herself time to decide if she took advantage of the situation or not. On one hand she was now not subject to the sleeping curse that was on her and had robbed her of what was apparently a century of time. On the other hand she may be free, but that meant the real Rias was in her own body and life, subject to the sleeping curse.
Normally it would be a no-brainer for the nice and usually friendly devil, but she also knew that if she told the group in front of her the truth that she might be 'encouraged' to reverse the spell, or find some way to get the real Rias back for her peerage.
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