Akeno grimaced and looked slightly ashamed. She knew she'd fucked up. She'd let her anger get the better of her. She just hated them so much... Just knowing Junichiro was dating one had infuriated her. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. She really hated to admit it, but Junichiro was right. She thought her hatred was just... but, it wasn't.
There was also the difference in their hatred. She'd felt the level of hatred he had for the stray that had taken his arm from him. The power of his aura... Just remembering it sent a shiver down her spine. She was certain, completely certain, that if he let his hatred for that one stray be applied to the entire devil race, it would be a disaster.
Rias studied her Queen, seeing the thoughts flickering behind her eyes as she ruminated over what Junichiro had said. Akeno wasn't the only one who had listened to him. Kiba, still sitting in the stands with his eyes narrowed and his mind running full speed, was pondering his own hatred.
His life goal was to destroy Excalibur, the sword that cost his first family their lives. It had even, technically, led to his death before Rias had revived him. He hated that sword with every fiber of his being. Or at least... he had. Now, he wasn't so sure.
Everyone knew hate wasn't entirely logical. Yet, after hearing Junichiro ream Akeno for her pointless and misdirected hatred, he couldn't help thinking of his own. Frustratingly, the more he thought about it, the more he realized it didn't make any sense, at all. Excalibur was a piece of metal. Hell, he hadn't ever actually seen a fragment of the sword in person! He just hated the sword because of the man who ran the Holy Sword Project and his obsession with the blade.
That man... That man was the one that Kiba knew he should hate. If it wasn't for that mans obsession, he and his family never would have had to suffer. They never would have had to die. Yet, the more he thought of it, the more he realized that Excalibur could have been replaced with any other powerful Holy Sword and would have just as likely led that bastard priest to do what he did.
No, it wasn't the sword he should hate. It was the man. He would hunt that man down. Find him. Then end him forever.
Rias, still reaming out Akeno, was completely unaware of the changes going on with Kiba. If she'd been looking she might have spotted the shift in his eyes as his life goal changed to something different.
Junichiro sighed as he entered his workshop. He'd not really wanted to go off on Akeno as he had. While his relationship with Mittelt was only waiting for an official end, he still felt something for her and had to defend his choices. He didn't think anyone on any side of the Abrahamic conflict was innocent, not even the Angels, but Mittelt had always been nice to him and that was the only thing he could judge her on. Hell, he couldn't even judge her on her future actions either. In the anime all she did was insult Rias and Akeno, maybe taunt them a bit, and then died. It's not like he'd ever seen her do anything evil by her own hand.
As far as the other fallen angels went, aside from Azazel, he didn't know them. Though, he definitely felt that Barakiel was a dickbag. There was no excuse for him just abandoning Akeno like he had. Even after she became a Devil he should have done everything in his power to have a relationship with her as her father. As far as Junichiro was concerned, Barakiel was just a coward.
He wasn't in his workshop to think about his personal opinions though. He had work to do. He was going to join Rias's peerage soon and he wanted to make sure he had everything ready. To that end, he walked over to his scroll workstation and started to dig through the variety of spell scrolls. He finally found the two he'd previously prepared for now.
He'd long expected that Azazel or Mittelt might make forays into his workshop when he wasn't around. He had security, but assumed that Azazel could circumvent it without his knowledge. It was better to assume the governor general was smarter than himself and prepare accordingly. With that being the case, he hadn't bothered trying to hide these two particular scrolls in some secret compartment. He assumed that would be the first thing that would be searched for.
It's what he personally would search for.
Instead, he just put the special scrolls inside of a pile of other scrolls and left them all in the same spot. He doubted Azazel would dig through the hundred or so scrolls left out in the open and try to decipher what each individual one could do. Then the odds of him selecting the exact one Junichiro didn't want him to know about? Pretty low, one percent or less. He'd never actually counted exactly how many scrolls he'd made. Several were just test runs of different materials and how they stored magical energy.
The two he'd selected were teleportation scrolls with specific destinations already registered on them. Also something Azazel wouldn't find very interesting since the fallen could use magic to teleport already. Something Junichiro still wasn't capable of with his own magic. He just hadn't wanted to take the time to sit down and design the appropriate magic circle or do the ton of math required. Not to mention the memorization of it all.
Fuck that.
Scrolls were nice shortcuts to that crap. Wands too, though not in this particular application. The first scroll had its destination set to his old home in the junkyard while the other would bring him back home. He stored the one that designated his current home and held the one targeting the junkyard out. With a flicker of mana, the scroll activated and he vanished in a bright flash of light.