"DXD: Transfer Student"Chapter 158: Akeno Himejima Is the Best
Who'd have guessed Draconis would dare roast a Maou to his face?
Even Michael couldn't hold back a laugh. "Hehe, that's hilarious. I'll be sure to pass your comment along to Sirzechs. Can't wait to see his reaction."
Draconis just grinned, unfazed, eyes lingering on the Dragon Slayer sword.
Ascalon.
One of the legendary Holy Swords—no doubt about it.
He could joke about Sirzechs dumping trouble on him all day, but the truth was, Draconis liked this sword. When opportunity knocks, you don't turn it away.
He knew exactly how valuable this was. With Ascalon, he could boost his divine power the same way he'd used resonance with the King's Shield to amplify his demonic strength.
Once he had the Holy Sword, he could tap into its power, refining his divine energy through resonance—same principle, just a new source. It'd kick his training speed into overdrive.
Resonance evolution was risky, sure, but the payoff was real. Most nights, Draconis pushed himself to the limit—enduring the strain, the mental shocks, the physical damage. But it forced his power to climb ever higher. That's how he'd gotten so strong, so fast.
Now, with Ascalon, his divine power could finally catch up to his magic.
He reached out, taking the sword in hand as Michael and Akeno watched.
The blue-white flames flickered harmlessly around him—no pain, no resistance, despite his devil blood.
He lifted the blade, holding it level before his eyes. With two fingers, he traced the flat of the sword, feeling sacred energy surge into his body—his clothes fluttering as if caught in a sudden wind.
His Sacred Gear, the King's Shield, responded, flying out from within him. Draconis extended his right hand, and the Regalia Blade snapped into his grip.
Whoosh.
Dual swords in hand, he swept them through the air, the blades singing. Their tips angled to the ground, his clothes snapping in the wake. The Divine Lament Shield orbited him, slow and steady. Holy and demonic energies merged across his skin, flames of dark red and gold entwining.
He raised his head. Beneath the black fringe, his eyes flashed gold—then, as the powers settled, faded back to black.
Akeno's eyes sparkled. "Ara ara, you just keep getting more handsome."
Every time she saw him, it hit her: Draconis was unstoppable. Nothing seemed to faze him, nothing could surprise her anymore. Maybe it was his quiet confidence, the way he always seemed in control. She was hooked—completely.
With a thought, Draconis sent the Holy Sword vanishing into his body, stored alongside the King's Shield and the Black Giant Fortress.
He turned to Michael. "You mentioned other factions earlier. What did you mean?"
Michael smiled. "Aside from our three great powers, there are other mythologies out there."
"…Like what?"
"No secrets here," Michael replied. "We're the Western pantheon. But there's also the Norse gods, and the Eastern gods."
Draconis arched an eyebrow.
Norse gods. Eastern gods.
It was all starting to sound familiar. Back when he'd first heard about the Vatican, he'd wondered about the Biblical pantheon—the so-called Western system. If those gods existed, maybe Odin, Loki, and the rest did too. And here they were.
This world was tangled up with his old one in ways he was only beginning to grasp.
He fell silent, thinking. The stronger he got, the bigger the world seemed. Who knew what kind of trouble was waiting out there?
Michael smiled, catching his thoughtful look. "Well, that's enough for now. I'll leave you to it."
"See you."
Draconis watched Michael ascend, vanishing into the sky—straight back to Heaven, no doubt.
He turned to Akeno. "You helped with the ceremony, right? Thanks for that."
During the sword resonance, he'd sensed traces of her magic lingering.
Akeno leaned in, smiling. "Just hearing you say that is enough."
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, glancing around the shrine.
"You grew up here?"
She nodded, her smile gentle. "So many memories."
Draconis pressed his lips together. "That crazy guy said you're the daughter of a fallen angel big-shot."
Akeno blinked. "Why bring that up now?"
"Just figured I should know you better."
She sighed, voice soft. "You're right. I'm the daughter of Baraqiel, a fallen angel leader, and a human."
"So that's where your lightning comes from."
"Mm. My mother was a shrine maiden here. One day, she saved Baraqiel, who was wounded. They fell in love, and I was born."
As she spoke, Akeno turned away, loosening her robes. Her bare back gleamed, and wings unfurled—half devil, half fallen angel.
She stared at the black feathers, hatred flickering in her eyes.
"I hated these wings," she said quietly. "That's why I went to Rias, became a devil. But even then, I ended up with half devil, half fallen angel wings… For someone with 'polluted' blood like me, maybe it's fitting."
"…Why do you think that?" Draconis asked, brow raised. He summoned holy-demonic energy—dark red and gold flames dancing in his palm.
"Someone like me, who trains both holy and demonic powers—shouldn't I be a heretic too? I don't buy it."
Akeno met his gaze, voice trembling. "But… you hate fallen angels, don't you?"
Draconis didn't hesitate. "Yeah. I really do."
Akeno's face fell.
But Draconis's tone stayed calm. "But I like you, Akeno. Whether you're a fallen angel or not—it doesn't matter."
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