On a bright morning in Tempest, the group finally saw their mission through to completion.
Satria, Rimuru, Fran, Koneko, Kurumi, and Morgan gathered to escort the two guests from the Dimensional Chat—Robin and Ruby—before they returned home to their respective worlds.
Fran, Koneko, and Ruby had grown close during their time together. Their bond was genuine, the kind of friendship that needed no long explanation—just shared laughter, shared meals, and shared battles.
The mission rewards were also distributed. Kurumi, Robin, and Ruby, who had officially taken part in the battle, each received 30,000 coins and a surprise box.
Satria, despite having dealt the finishing blow to the boss himself, received… absolutely nothing. The man threw a tantrum like a child denied candy, only to be promptly scolded by his wives, who weren't about to let him embarrass himself in front of guests.
"So… this is the part where you give us a proper send-off speech, isn't it?" Robin asked, half-teasing, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
"You both fought to defend Tempest and its people. You'll always be welcome here," Rimuru said warmly.
"You sure you don't want to stay a bit longer?" Satria added, folding his arms. "Heroes need breaks too. You can't just keep running around saving the world every single day."
Robin shook his head, smiling faintly. "Tempting, but I can't. People back home need me. The longer I'm gone, the more chaos will pile up. My world won't exactly wait patiently for its protector."
Ruby looked torn, her expression shifting between joy and guilt. "I love it here! The food, the people, the weapons—you guys are amazing! But… I can't just vanish from my world either. Yang, Weiss, Blake… they'd all worry sick if I disappeared for too long."
"I see... Ah, I almost forgot." Satria nodded, then snapped his fingers. A glowing object appeared in his hand—a dark-red scythe with luminous green etchings running along the shaft. The crescent-shaped blade shimmered like pure light, and the bottom of the weapon ended in a rifle muzzle. "Here... Your upgrades weapon, Ruby Rose. Three modes: melee, ranged, and hybrid. Melee mode swings the beam blade forward, ranged mode folds the blade back into plasma rifle form, and hybrid mode lets you unleash flying crescent energy waves while the blade stays active. But one thing makes it truly yours: only you can activate it—your biometrics are the key."
Ruby's eyes sparkled like a child staring at her new Crescent Rose. "Wooooahhh! Are you serious?! This is… this is incredible!"
Satria puffed his chest proudly. "Yup! Your reward, crafted with love and sweat by Batman JR, Tempest's engineers, and I together. Suited for a heroine of righteousness!"
Robin pinched the bridge of his nose. "…Did you really have to announce it like that?"
Ruby's head snapped toward him, cheeks red. "Wait—you helped make this?!" She grabbed Robin's hand, her excitement completely overwhelming him.
Satria grinned. "He sacrificed sleep to make that happen for you. What a gentleman, huh?" He winked knowingly.
"W-What? I just… thought you'd use it well," Robin muttered, caught off guard. "That's all."
Ruby hugged him tightly. "Thank you! I promise—I'll use it to protect everyone and never disappoint you!"
Satria, watching with a smug sage-like expression, turned to Rimuru. "Ah, youth… isn't it beautiful? Makes me nostalgic."
"Don't act like some ancient master, you duckling," Rimuru pouted, cheeks puffing up as she turned away.
Before the guests departed, Ruby turned to Fran and Koneko, eyes glistening.
Fran hugged her first, tail flicking happily. "I'll miss you, Ruby. Please come back and play with us whenever you want. You'll always have a friend here in Tempest."
Koneko smirked softly, her arms folded. "Yeah. Don't think this means you can just run off and forget us. Come back—and next time, bring those teammates of yours. I want to see if they can keep up with us."
Ruby's eyes brimmed with joy as she hugged them both. "I will! Thank you… you guys really made me feel at home here."
Robin, standing a few steps behind, smiled at the sight. "Good… that's how it should be."
Suddenly—
"Wait!"
In less than a blink, Satria blurred out of sight. In a whirlwind of speed, he zipped through fruit stands, orchards, and markets. Apples, bananas, mangoes, grapes, even a dragon fruit somehow ended up in his arms. By the time anyone blinked, he reappeared in front of Ruby and Robin, arms overloaded like a hyperactive delivery man.
"Ta-dah!" he said proudly, dumping the entire pile into rattan fruit basket before passing it to their hands.
Then, with a mischievous grin, he let the faint glow of Kalijaga's power seep into his fingertips. Every fruit shimmered, transforming into pure gold—each piece stamped with his flamboyant signature.
"Here! Souvenirs from me. Do whatever you want with it!"
The two stood there, stunned.
Robin's jaw dropped. "WHAT THE HELL, DUDE?! You can do something like this too?! Do you even realize your power could collapse the economy of an entire world overnight?!"
Ruby tilted her head, sheepishly scratching her cheek. "That bad? I mean… gold doesn't compete with Dust or Lien back home. But… it would look really cool as decorations in my room, hehe."
Morgan, however, hid a sly smirk. 'This stupid husband of mine… a walking treasure chest. If I don't dig deeper into his secrets, I'll regret it for life.'
Rimuru pinched her nose. "After everything I've seen, nothing surprises me anymore. And now I really understand why you refused to back our currency with gold."
"Exactly!" Satria puffed his chest proudly. "Gold is too mainstream! We have hydropower, solar arrays, fusion reactors, magic reactors, green hydrogen, even cosmic reactors soon—why settle for shiny rocks when energy itself can be wealth?! MUHAHAHA!"
Robin facepalmed. "Man… if you said stuff like that in front of an international forum in my world, you'd be labeled a lunatic and hunted down as a global threat."
Satria shrugged. "Entire world? More like… the elites of the world. Greedy bastards who'd sell the future for a few extra coins."
Robin froze for a moment—then smiled faintly, a rare softness in his expression. "You're insane… but not wrong. And after seeing you, I get it now. Your methods are extremely reckless, but your heart's in the right place. You're a good man, Satria Tempest."
Ruby nodded, eyes sparkling. "Yup! I agree with him."
And then—
A soft glow began to envelop both her and Robin, the familiar light of the dimensional system pulling them home. The others instinctively stepped back, watching as the radiance grew brighter.
Ruby waved with both hands, grinning from ear to ear. "I'll be back! That's a promise!"
Robin smirked, giving a short nod. "Until next time."
With a final flash of light, the two vanished—leaving behind warm memories, and the lingering hope of reunion.
Kurumi tilted her head, golden clock-eyes spinning lazily. "So… what now?"
Rimuru groaned, her instincts already screaming in dread. "Ugh… about that…"
Before she could finish, a flash of light shimmered. Raphael appeared at her side, clipboard in hand and dressed in a crisp black business suit.
"Report: Today's schedule is as follows, Master. Establishing a controlled embassy zone outside the capital walls. Welcoming new trade delegations and setting peaceful exchange protocols. Introducing a work visa system. Ensuring food, water, energy, and medical stability for the citizens. Diplomacy meeting with King Gazel Dwargo. And finally—welcoming the True Ice Dragon, Velzard."
Rimuru's face turned pale. "Great… I can already feel the migraine." Then she turned, ready to drag her husband into the diplomatic hell with her—only to freeze. "Dear… what the hell are you wearing?!"
Satria now stood tall and smug in a Kuoh Academy uniform, blazer neat and tie straight. He dramatically checked a fake wristwatch. "I am deeply sorry, my beloved wife, but alas… I have class today. As a diligent high school student, it is my duty to learn from the great teachers of Kuoh Academy and broaden my horizons!"
Rimuru's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You think I'm stupid?! What could they possibly teach you?!"
Satria tapped his chin thoughtfully, then struck a "serious researcher" pose. "Ehhhmmm… something like… yes! The Far Eastern Magic Napping Society of Summer Love! Yes, that's it! A very serious subject requiring immediate field research!"
"You… hehehehe, D-san was right…" Rimuru's right hand curled into a trembling fist. Demon Lord Aura practically leaked behind her. "Do you really want me to teach you some lessons so you'll finally behave like a good boy?"
"Oi! Oi! That's domestic violence, you know! Calm down, dear—!" Satria raised his hands defensively before smirking playfully. "By the way… have I told you? You look cuter than usual today~"
Rimuru blushed before catching herself. "Don't try to sweet-talk your way out of this—!"
"Wait, wait! Look up in the sky! What's that Pokémon?!" Satria suddenly pointed with dramatic urgency.
Everyone instinctively glanced upward. Rimuru squinted. "…I don't see—"
The moment their eyes shifted, Satria moved. "Come, Koneko! We're gonna be late for class!"
"Huh—?! W-Wait!!" Koneko squeaked as he effortlessly bridal-carried her, vanishing into a spatial rift before anyone could react.
"OI!!! Get back here, you little—!" Rimuru shouted after him, her voice echoing across Tempest. She deflated moments later, rubbing her temples. "Sigh… I swear, one day he's going to give me wrinkles…"
Fran stepped forward, calm as ever. "It's alright, Rimuru-san. He deserves a break after everything. Please, allow me to personally guide Velzard-san instead."
Rimuru blinked. "Fran-chan… you're a lifesaver. Sorry about the trouble. Today was supposed to be the day you returned to your own worlds… and now that dumbass running off again."
Kurumi chuckled behind her fan. "Fufufu~ What a naughty boy. Our husband does enjoy teasing fate itself, doesn't he?"
Morgan crossed her arms, her sharp gaze lingering where Satria had vanished. "He's a troublemaker, yes. Yet despite everything, he is a capable leader. But far too soft… it's a dangerous flaw."
Raphael adjusted her glasses with a metallic click, her voice as cold as winter steel. "Agreed. Which is why it falls upon us to eliminate any obstacle that impedes his path forward."
The wives exchanged silent looks—equal parts amused and calculating. Their troublesome husband might have slipped away to another world, but his shadow still loomed over all of them.
•
And in the distant DxD World, a certain high school student landed dramatically in front of Kuoh Academy's gates, carrying a bewildered cat-girl in his arms.
"Alright, Koneko-chan! Time for class!" he declared proudly.
Koneko muttered under her breath, deadpan as ever. "…This is going to be so much trouble."
"You're overreacting, kitty." Satria's voice suddenly dropped into a cold, serious tone. His expression sharpened. 'Did you feel that?' he asked the AI within him.
[Goldy: Affirmative. Subject detected: Human male. Codename: Shadow Monarch. Origin: Alternate Dimension.]
"Shadow Monarch?" Satria frowned. "Wait… isn't that the main character from some Korean comic?"
[Goldy: Probability high. Data analysis: Subject possesses necromancy-like authority. Growth based on system mechanics. Infinite scaling potential. Shadow extraction and control. Treasury containing every weapon, artifact, and treasure once owned by the King of Heroes.]
Satria groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Great. It's him… with extra cheese sauce."
Koneko tilted her head. "What's wrong, senpai?"
"Just stay sharp." He patted her head gently, his cold aura melting into his usual warmth. "My Emo Duck Head radar is ringing. But as long as he doesn't mess with me, I don't give a damn. Maybe he's just bored and decided to hop into another universe."
"Sounds like this person is bad news." Koneko's lips curved into a rare smile as she clung tighter to his arm. "Lucky me… I've got this Prince Charming on my side, right~?"
"You naughty kitty." Satria chuckled softly, brushing his thumb against her cheek.
On their way to class, the female students of Kuoh Academy couldn't stop whispering, their eyes full of envy at the affectionate display.
"E-eh?! Can they be that close?!"
"No way… what's her relationship with Shin-sama?!"
"Why her? It should've been me!"
"The Prince of Kuoh… with the school's mascot?! That's insane!"
"So that's why Rias-sama and Akeno-sama's charm never worked… this is his type?!"
"Aren't we too close? Everyone is watching." Satria asks the so called Mascot of Kuoh Academy.
Koneko smirked at their reactions, pride flashing in her eyes. "Nope~ I want all these thieving cats to see who you belong to, senpai."
Satria groaned, tugging his collar. "Why do I feel like my peaceful school life just went up in flames…?" Finally, they reached the hallway where their paths split. Satria gave her a small smile. "Alright, kitty. See you after class."
Koneko took his hand, lowered her head, and pressed it to her forehead in a gentle salim. "Yes… bye, senpai."
He froze for a moment, watching her walk away, the faintest warmth tugging at his lips. "That girl…"
•
At an unknown location, a tall, black-haired man stood before a mirror, testing the limits of his new existence. Darkness bled from him in waves, devouring the light around him until the room itself seemed to cower.
"—Arise."
From the black pool at his feet, three figures rose in silence.
"Belion."
"Beru."
"Igris."
The generals knelt, their voices thundering in unison.
"We respectfully greet our liege."
A faint smirk tugged at the man's lips. "Good. Tell me—will you serve me for eternity?"
Without hesitation, their voices boomed again:
"WE WILL SERVE OUR LIEGE UNTIL ETERNITY'S END!"
He chuckled, dismissing them with a wave. "That's all I needed to hear. Return to my shadow."
One by one, they sank into the abyss beneath his feet until only silence remained. Slowly, the man turned toward the mirror. His reflection stared back with cold black eyes, faint violet fire flickering within.
Li Wei—now reborn as Sung Jin-Woo, the Shadow Monarch—tilted his head, studying the stranger in the glass.
"Hmph. Handsome as hell… at least I got an upgrade." His grin widened. "Status window, open."
A translucent screen flickered to life.
Name: Sung Jin-Woo
Class: Shadow Monarch
Title: Reincarnation of Ashborn
HP: 93,300
MP: 155,720
Strength: 324
Agility: 340
Perception: 321
Stamina: 320
Intelligence: 340
Physical Damage Reduction: 65%
Magical Damage Reduction: 44%
His eyes gleamed as shadows writhed eagerly at his feet. "Finally… my dream come true. This world will know my greatness." His grin twisted darker. "And after that… maybe it's time to visit my waifus and build my harem troupe. Rias… Akeno… Yasaka… and so many more."
He laughed, low and cold—an echo that seemed to stain the air itself.
In the Underworld…
A tremor shook the realm. Even the Satans paused, instincts sharpening.
Ajuka's brows furrowed. "This presence… unfamiliar, yet terrifying. Who dares release such power?"
Serafall fidgeted nervously. "Could it be... The Black Flash?"
Sirzechs's face darkened. "No. This is something else. Something dangerous. If left unchecked, it could shatter the balance."
Falbium exhaled slowly. "It came from the human world. We need answers—and fast."
In Heaven…
Gabriel clutched her chest, light rippling from her wings. "Brother… did you feel that?"
Michael's expression hardened, rare concern in his voice. "Yes. Such abyssal power should not exist in the human realm. A rival to Lord Kazuma and Black Flash… or something far worse."
On Kuoh's rooftops…
Azazel froze mid-sip of his beer, eyes narrowing toward the city. "…Not again." His gaze flicked to Satria striding into Kuoh Academy. "Don't tell me this mess is connected to you too, Shin-kun…"
Within the Old Maou Faction's lair…
A cruel grin spread across a leader's lips. "Ohhh? A new piece enters the board. With this power… even Ophis may fall. Perhaps the age of gods finally crumbles."
In the shadows of the Khaos Brigade…
Kuroka's ears twitched, a hungry smile curling her lips. "Nyaaa~ what a delicious aura. Whoever he is… maybe he's the one. A worthy mate, perhaps."
Bikou let out a low whistle. "That's one hell of a debut. Straight outta the human world, too. This'll stir the pot."
Valiana's eyes narrowed. 'No… this doesn't feel like Hubby. He hides his strength so well. This one flaunts it.'
'This is not your mate,' Albion rumbled within her. 'Your husband conceals his light. This one… brandishes the abyss.'
Valiana smirked. "Good. Strong opponents are always welcome."
Kuroka suddenly rose, tail swishing. "I'm going hunting, nya. I want to see this man myself." With a flicker, she vanished.
Arthur glanced at Valiana. "What should we do? You sound like you know more than you're saying."
Valiana chuckled, scarf whipping in the wind. "I don't know who he is. But I intend to find out. Let's the hunt begin."
In Takamagahara…
Amaterasu's divine flames dimmed. "This shadow… it threatens to devour even the sun."
Susanoo grinned like a wolf. "Hah! Finally, something worth swinging my blade at."
In the Hero Faction hideout…
Georg's staff shook as he sensed the surge. "This… rivals the Evil Dragons themselves!"
Heracles cracked his fists. "Good. Another wall to break."
Cao Cao's spear gleamed with hungry anticipation. "A new power rises in the human world. If we are to stand as heroes… then sooner or later, we must challenge him."
Back in his lair…
Sung Jin-Woo smirked, unconcerned with the chaos rippling across the realms. Shadows curled tighter, licking at the floor like a hungry tide.
"Perfect." His violet eyes flared as his laughter rumbled once more. "This world will soon learn the meaning of one word—"
He stepped forward, darkness swallowing the light behind him.
"—Monarch."
•
Satria slid into his seat with casual grace, drawing immediate stares from Issei, Asia, and Xenovia.
"Shin-san, good morning!" Asia beamed.
"Yo," Xenovia added with a nod.
Issei leaned forward. "Sup, man."
Satria leaned back, hands behind his head. "I'm good, thank you for asking." His smile was easy, but his eyes flickered briefly, scanning the classroom like a hawk before settling down.
Issei squinted. "I see you hanging out with Koneko-chan. You two look close now! Is Kiyohime-san okay with that?"
Satria chuckled, voice smooth and nonchalant. "It was a difficult fight, to be honest. I nearly died a dozen times just to defeat the last boss… but as a wise man said, every struggle bears fruit."
Issei burst out laughing. "Hahahaha! That's so you, Shin-san."
The mood eased—until Satria pulled a strange device from his bag. At first glance, it looked like a regular notebook… until he unfolded it to reveal a miniature board crammed with figurines, gears, and glowing rune-lines.
Asia tilted her head. "Ano… what is that?"
Satria pushed up glasses he didn't need, tone grave. "Research."
The figurines moved on their own, reenacting a battle between what looked suspiciously like a Dark Lord and a giant robot bristling with cannons. Runes lit up as the robot fired a glowing "plasma spear," only for it to bounce off the Dark Lord's armour.
"Plasma output too low… alloy insufficient for containment field…" Satria muttered, scribbling notes furiously.
Xenovia frowned. "Are you playing with toys during class? Are you a child?"
"Correction," Satria replied smoothly, never looking up. "I'm building a solutions."
Issei twitched. "Oi, hold on! Ddraig just told me there's bad news! Like, seriously bad."
Without a glance, Satria flipped a switch. The robot figurine sprouted rocket wings and slammed into the Dark Lord midair. "Fascinating… lift ratio still inefficient. Needs optimization."
"Shin-san!" Issei slapped his desk. "I'm serious! Ddraig says it's like a Maou-level threat!"
Asia fidgeted nervously. "U-Um… shouldn't we at least listen?"
Xenovia crossed her arms. "If the Red Dragon Emperor himself is worried, then—"
"Relax." Satria finally looked up, resting his chin on one hand with a calm, irritatingly confident grin. "If it's that dangerous, someone else will make the first move. The Union between the Biblical Factions, and the Shinto Faction is enough to kick this thing's ass... Probably?"
Then, with zero hesitation, he returned to tinkering. The Dark Lord figurine on his board abruptly turned pitch-black, radiating writhing shadows. None of the others noticed at first—but Satria's eyes lingered, his grin fading to something thinner.
"…I think this just might work!" he muttered under his breath. Then he casually pulled out his phone, snapped a picture, and sent it straight into the family group chat on Momo Talk. "Let's see how the others interpret this."
Xenovia groaned, burying her face in her hands. "I swear, this guy's going to die of overconfidence one day…"
Asia just smiled faintly, though her eyes flickered with unease.
•
After class, Azazel summoned them to the Occult Research Club. When Satria entered—with Koneko, Issei, Asia, and Xenovia trailing after him—the room's heavy atmosphere only deepened.
Inside were already waiting Rias, Akeno, Kiba, Gasper, Ravel Phoenix, and Azazel himself.
Akeno greeted them first, her warm smile paired with a graceful glide toward the tea set. "Welcome, Shin-kun. What would you like to drink?"
"If there's coffee, I'll take that," Satria replied smoothly.
"Of course," Akeno's tone was soft, but her curious eyes lingered on him a little longer than usual.
Satria sat down beside Koneko. Without hesitation, the petite girl leaned against him, clinging to his sleeve with quiet affection. Rias's lips curved into a polite smile that looked far too strained to be genuine.
"You look healthy, Koneko-chan," Rias said evenly. Her crimson gaze flicked to Satria. "Did he treat you well?"
Koneko smirked mischievously, almost teasing. "Yes~ You don't have to worry, Buchou. We're doing fine. Hehehe." She pressed herself closer for emphasis.
Rias's smile didn't quite reach her eyes.
Azazel, of course, couldn't resist. He leaned back in his chair with a grin. "Hoho, so you've gone and built yourself a harem now, Shin-kun? Tell me—how's the jealous Snake Princess taking it? From what I've read, she doesn't seem like the sharing type."
Satria accepted the cup of coffee from Akeno with a polite nod. He blew on the surface, then smirked. "You have no idea how many times I've nearly crossed into the afterlife because of her. But alas, fate refuses to let me pass over. Wahahaha!"
Issei slammed the table dramatically. "So it's true! Shin-san actually has a harem! Damn it, I'm so jealous!"
Rias crossed her arms, sharp eyes drilling into Satria. "I don't see what's so funny. You've been disrupting the balance of things far too easily."
"Relax, Rias-chan," Azazel chuckled. "He's not stirring the pot. He is the pot."
"I prefer 'innovator,'" Satria corrected with a grin. "Sounds cooler."
Kiba chuckled softly. "And yet somehow you still act like a delinquent skipping class."
Satria only grinned wider.
The air shifted when Azazel leaned forward, his usual smile fading. Fingers laced together, he spoke seriously. "Back to business. You know why I called you here."
Satria's playful aura dimmed slightly. His eyes narrowed. "The new presence."
"Exactly." Azazel nodded. "I believe you've noticed it too."
"Aahh… yes. Hard not to."
Rias straightened in her chair, her tone sharper. "So it isn't just a passing anomaly?"
"No," Azazel said grimly. "It's persistent. Strong enough that even a God from another pantheon turned their gaze toward it. That… is concerning."
Gasper fidgeted nervously, hugging his knees. "S-something that even a God noticed…?"
Azazel turned to Satria, eyes sharp. "Do you or Lord Kazuma know anything? Is it one of them? Or an entity from beyond the Gap?"
Satria swirled the coffee lazily in his cup, as if buying time. His tone was casual, but his gaze carried weight. "Indeed… my suspicion is that it originates from another reality entirely. Far removed from this one."
Akeno tilted her head. "Another reality? As in… another world?"
"Something like that," Satria answered. He placed the cup down with a soft clink. "I don't know its purpose yet. But… I recommend you don't take extreme measures against it."
Ravel frowned, her brows knitting. "Why not? If it's a threat, shouldn't we eliminate it before it grows dangerous?"
Satria smiled thinly, but his words cut like steel.
"Because you don't hunt a storm by throwing stones at it. You'll only make it notice you."
The room went silent, the weight of his warning sinking in.
Finally, Rias spoke, voice cold and controlled. "Then what would you suggest?"
Satria leaned back, folding his arms with a relaxed smirk. "Observe. Prepare. Wait. If this entity has intent, it'll reveal itself soon enough. Rushing headfirst will only play into its hands."
Azazel hummed thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. "Infuriating… but you might be right."
Issei broke the silence, looking between everyone in panic. "Wait, wait, wait! You're saying there's a god-level monster out there and our grand plan is… to just sit here and watch it!?"
Xenovia glanced at Satria, her voice quiet but cutting. "Shin… you're hiding something, aren't you?"
Satria chuckled under his breath, eyes glinting.
"Maybe. Or maybe I just don't like spoiling the surprise."
Everyone groaned at once.
Azazel leaned back with his usual sly grin. "Shin-kun, how about joining us in the Underworld next week? Rias and Sona will be having their Rating Game."
Satria arched a brow, smirking. "Oh? Who else is invited besides me?"
"The Biblical Faction, Norse Faction, and Shinto Faction will all have representatives there," Azazel replied.
Satria whistled. "Shinto and Norse too? That's quite the guest list. And you expect me to believe they're just coming to watch two pretty chicks slap each other around?" He leaned back in his chair, teasing, his grin wide.
Rias's face went red in both anger and embarrassment. "Ch-Chicks?! Don't look down on us, Shin!"
Azazel chuckled. "Exactly why I thought this would be entertaining. But more than that—your group should come as well. The Rating Game is just the excuse. We also need to discuss strategy regarding the strange phenomenon surfacing in our world." His grin widened knowingly. "And rumor has it… the Sun Goddess herself has taken an interest in you, Shin-kun. How lucky."
Satria blinked once, then groaned as if someone had told him he'd failed a test. "Seriously? Sounds like a headache. I don't think I've done anything worth divine attention. Right, everyone?" He turned with a clueless expression, making everyone sweatdrop.
"Are you kidding me?!" Ddraig's booming voice erupted from Issei's hand. "You literally wield the power of the Sun itself—her domain—and you're saying you've done nothing extraordinary?!"
Satria leaned forward, smiling like a mischievous child. "So you're the Red Dragon, huh? Must be fun living with my boy, Issei. You're lucky to have him as your host."
"Lucky?!" Ddraig roared. "It's humiliating! Do you think I chose to be sealed in this hopeless pervert? If I had a choice, I'd have picked literally anyone else!"
"C'mon! I'm not that bad, right guys?" Issei pleaded.
The room fell silent. Akeno's sly smile, Rias's sigh, and Kiba's smirk said more than words ever could.
Satria chuckled into his hand. "Oof. That's rough, bro."
Ddraig growled. "Enough jokes! Tell me the truth—what exactly are you? A demi-god? I sense no Sacred Gear in you, no divine blessing, and yet your power is unmistakable. I've lived since before the Biblical God, and even I have never heard of this so-called Shadow Garden. Explain yourself!"
Satria shrugged, leaning back casually. "Born human. Raised human. That's undeniable fact. Just because I carry this power doesn't mean I stopped being one. Think of me as… a random guy who won the cosmic lottery." He laughed loudly. "Wahahahaha!"
Ddraig's voice thundered with frustration. "That explains nothing!"
Koneko, still holding onto Satria's sleeve, spoke softly but firmly. "Senpai is Senpai. No matter what he is… I'll always stay by his side."
Everyone paused at her unwavering words.
Azazel chuckled, rubbing his forehead. "Good grief. What a troublesome youngster… But I can't deny it." He grinned slyly. "The world's more fun with you in it, Shin-kun."
To be continued...