Chapter 312: The Moe Dragon Doesn't Wear Panties
The legendary Infinite Dragon God, whom even gods didn't want to provoke, was just casually lured over like this?
It was almost like a naive child of just a few years old, completely trusting of strangers, easily tricked with a lollipop.
Oh, he didn't even give her a lollipop—just a few words were enough to make Ophis agree to follow him.
So, Rias and the others watched in disbelief as this incredibly adorable black-haired loli before them was actually the Infinite Dragon God.
"So pitiful~"
A sympathetic voice came from Asia's lips.
When someone asked Ophis what she had been doing before, she simply replied, "Sitting on a chair, staying in the room, stating my wishes, giving them snakes."
Such a lonely life truly pained this compassionate nun, making her forget that this was the legendary terrifying existence. She reached out and comfortingly patted the Dragon God's head.
Beside her, Ravel, seeing that Asia's actions weren't resisted, nervously extended her small hand to pat the Dragon God's head as well.
Still no resistance. This excited Ravel immensely.
This was the head of the Infinite Dragon God! Being able to touch her head was such an incredible feat.
As for trying to get some information about the Khaos Brigade from this Infinite Dragon God, it seemed there was no need to hold out much hope.
Although Ophis was ostensibly the leader of the Khaos Brigade, everyone could see that she was just a mascot placed in that position.
She probably had little idea what the Khaos Brigade was doing and didn't bother with it. The only thing she wanted to participate in was agreeing to join the battle when it came to defeating the True Red Dragon God Emperor.
However, there was one thing worth noting—
"Ophis, how many snakes have you given them?"
During the previous tripartite meeting, the descendant of the first Leviathan, Katarea, and the fallen angel executive Kokabiel, who suddenly attacked, both used Ophis's snakes to explosively increase their power, becoming stronger than ordinary Maou.
So, Rias wanted to know exactly how many shares this Infinite Dragon God had given out.
"Hmm, how many was it?"
The Dragon God held her hands up before her, counting on her fingers.
This adorable behavior made Rias sigh, clearly not expecting to get a specific number from her.
"Not sure exactly, but a lot."
That was the only answer she gave.
"I remember they stored your power in small bottles, like this one. If such bottles were stacked up, Ophis, how much space do you think they would occupy? You can use magic to manifest an approximate size," Sona suddenly suggested, shaping her magic into a bottle-sized form.
"Hmm, like this then. Probably about this big," replied the worldly-innocent Dragon God, releasing magic from her hands to form a cubic block roughly four meters in size.
Though the exact quantity couldn't be determined, this size allowed for a rough estimate, making Sona gasp slightly.
This Dragon God really did casually hand out her dangerous power so freely.
"Sona, prepare photos of the key figures from various factions," Renji suddenly requested of the student council president.
"Photos? I understand. You want Ophis to identify those who might be the backers of the Khaos Brigade, right?" That was likely the plan.
Although it was the most rudimentary method, it was also the best option available at the moment.
Of course, this couldn't serve as evidence for higher authorities, but it would alert those who trusted them to be wary of these individuals.
They could also make some preparations.
Additionally, the information about Ophis defecting to their side would naturally be kept secret.
However, with more factions entering Kuoh Town, Ophis would likely be discovered if she ever left the old school building.
Fortunately, judging by Ophis's behavior, she was quiet and would obediently stay in the old school building, in the Occult Research Club.
"Hey, you don't have to push yourself so hard," Xenovia glanced at a figure still desperately trying to activate the transformation demon god card on her own—Kiyome Abe.
Her words went unanswered, as Kiyome was frantically channeling all her energy into the card.
This had been going on for nearly ten minutes, and she still hadn't accumulated enough energy. Instead, she seemed on the verge of exhaustion.
Ah, she really collapsed. In an instant, drenched in sweat, she slumped to the ground.
Incidentally, her earlier suspicion was unnecessary. The Dragon God wasn't wearing anything, not because he had stripped her, but because the Dragon God herself wasn't clothed.
"Don't... let me transform. I'll try again later," Kiyome murmured as she saw her future master raise his hand to help.
So, he lowered his hand.
But the next moment, he raised it again, and under his control, the demon god card began forcibly transforming her.
"Really, do you distrust me that much?" Kiyome complained resentfully after the forced transformation.
Though she said that, she didn't actually believe he distrusted her or feared she would leak secrets.
Rather, the situation might become more chaotic, and she could accidentally get caught up in it. If she weren't transformed by then, her power wouldn't be enough to handle sudden dangers.
In the blink of an eye, it was already late at night.
"Hmm, this one will do."
Ravel placed this Magic Formula into the right pile for usable ones.
Currently, she was sorting through a large number of powerful Magic Formula documents brought from Heaven, selecting those that appeared useful to them.
However, these formulas were mostly used by gods and normally couldn't be utilized by devils.
But King Solomon would modify them into versions that could be used by devils, humans, and youkai alike.
Indeed, he was currently helping with the modifications, so Rias, Kuroka, Lavinia and others were also assisting with testing.
Of course, some problems occurred during testing with minor injuries, but Asia was standing by to provide immediate treatment.
However, since they were testing, it would inevitably cause a commotion, so the tests were currently being conducted in a constructed alternate dimension—a space modeled after a school.
Truly worthy of the legendary God of the Bible, to have developed such unbelievable spells.
Especially the related sealing spells—each one was incredibly exaggerated.
In the blink of an eye, before anyone realized it, there was less than an hour until dawn, and the room had grown quite quiet.
Everyone had exhausted themselves testing magic and had fallen asleep, utterly drained.
"Alright, Ravel, you should go rest too."
Renji also urged this adorable twin-drill-haired girl to take a break.
Even though she hadn't participated in the testing, merely observing those spells placed a significant burden on her.
If an ordinary person were to glance at just one spell and attempt to understand it, their brain would overheat to the point of boiling, unable to bear the load, and they would die.
"Ah, I still—"
"Rest!"
She was cut off, his tone commanding.
"Okay."
Ravel straightened up like a soldier and responded.
Thus, Renji decided to finish recompiling the few spells in hand and then take a break—no need to push this body to the point of sudden death.
Of course, sudden death was a joke, but such monotonous work needed a little seasoning to balance it out.
And the seasoning had begun ten minutes ago. Someone who should have been exhausted and asleep had, at some point, slipped under his desk.
Her lips parted...