The hallway buzzed with morning chatter as Silas walked toward Class 3-B, located on the third floor.
Kuoh Academy separated students by grade—the first years occupied the lower floor, second years the middle, and third years the top.
Seniors walked with a certain confidence, aware this was their final stretch before adulthood.
Sunlight streamed in through the wide corridor windows, casting long golden lines across the polished floor.
Lockers clicked shut. Shoes squeaked faintly. A teacher's distant voice echoed from another classroom.
Students moved past him in clusters—laughing, arguing, some half-awake and rubbing their eyes while others already energized for the day. The atmosphere was normal.
Ordinary.
Yet to Silas, it all felt faint.
Muted.
The conversations blurred into background noise. Heartbeats, footsteps, breathing—he could sense it all, yet none of it stirred him. It was like watching life through glass.
'This really is it,' he thought. 'The world of High School DxD.'
He stopped in front of the sliding classroom door. A small metal plate beside it read:
3-B
Through the narrow glass panel, he could see students already seated. The classroom was lively—boys talking loudly in the back, a group of girls gathered neatly by the windows, sunlight catching in their hair. A couple students were reviewing notes. Others were already scrolling through their phones under their desks.
A typical senior classroom.
'Alright… seems nice,' he thought. 'Rias and Akeno haven't arrived yet though.' His gaze drifted subtly down the hallway, instinctively scanning. 'Honestly… I wonder if the story has even begun yet.'
Silas pushed the door open then paused at the entrance of the his class, every hair on the back of his neck stood up.
His senses were immediately alarmed. He snapped his head left.
Two girls gliding up the gentle slope of the sidewalk toward him like they owned gravity itself.
Rias Gremory walked on the left, crimson hair catching the late-morning sun like liquid fire, each strand shimmering with that impossible anime gloss. Her uniform skirt swayed just high enough to tease thigh with every step, the white blouse stretched taut across a chest that—despite the bra—still bounced with soft, hypnotic weight.
Right beside her, Akeno Himejima matched her pace perfectly. Long black ponytail swaying like a metronome of sin, gentle smile already curling her lips as if she knew exactly what kind of chaos her presence caused. Her own blouse looked painted on, the swell of her breasts rising and falling in perfect time with her breathing, each subtle shift sending another tiny earthquake through the fabric. The bra was clearly working overtime and still losing the war.
Silas blinked once.
' Well I don't blame Issei for tweaking all the time anymore ' he thought.
Around them the student around screamed at their sight. A group of girls walking past froze mid-step. One dropped her phone. It clattered on the pavement. She didn't even notice.
"Ahh! Rias-san!"
"Akeno-san! Good morning!" another squealed, hands clasped under her chin like she was witnessing a miracle.
"They're so pretty…"
"I want to be you!"
"Don't you mean be like you!"
"Shut up!"
The fangirl cluster erupted into hushed, frantic whispers, cheeks flushing, eyes sparkling. A couple of guys across nearly walked into a wall. One actually did, then tried to play it off by adjusting his tie like nothing happened.
Rias didn't even glance their way. Her turquoise eyes were already locked on Silas.
Akeno tilted her head slightly, that trademark teasing smile widening just a fraction. A single violet spark seemed to dance in her gaze.
The sheer presence rolling off both of them pressed against his skin like warm velvet. It wasn't overwhelming or hostile, but it carried weight. Demonic power carefully restrained beneath refined elegance. Beauty, confidence, lineage, and something quietly predatory all wrapped in pristine school uniforms and composed smiles.
Silas stood still as they approached.
For a brief moment, his violet eyes met turquoise. Then they shifted to violet. There was no tension in his expression, no nervousness, no flustered reaction like the rest of the hallway.
He simply observed them the way one might observe an approaching storm—calm, curious, mildly entertained.
Then he smiled faintly and turned, sliding the classroom door open and stepping inside as if nothing had happened.
Behind him, the two girls slowed slightly.
They did not speak aloud.
They didn't need to.
"Is he the boy?" Rias asked mentally, her face remaining serene as students around her gushed and whispered.
"Yes," Akeno replied, her gentle smile unchanged. "Sona's description fits perfectly. And… I feel what she felt."
Rias's eyes sharpened ever so slightly. "You sense it too."
Akeno's gaze lingered on the classroom door. "Or rather… I don't. There's no demonic aura. No sacred energy. No magic signature at all. It's like staring into empty space."
Rias hummed softly in thought. "And this comes right when we were preparing to deal with the boy from 2-B."
Akeno chuckled lightly. "Don't worry. We have time. I don't think he'll be attacked anytime soon."
"Let's hope not," Rias replied. "I've been looking for a Pawn."
To the outside world, nothing seemed unusual. The hallway remained filled with squeals and admiration.
"Rias-sama!"
"Akeno-san!"
"They're so beautiful!"
"They're glowing today!"
Students nearly tripped over themselves trying to look composed in their presence.
A boy walked straight into a pillar and pretended it was intentional. A group of girls clutched each other dramatically as if witnessing royalty.
Rias and Akeno walked past them gracefully. They were long accustomed to the attention. It amused them once. Now it was simply background noise.
When they entered their classroom, the commotion followed them inside, growing louder for several seconds before slowly settling down.
Yet both of their gazes shifted almost immediately.
Toward the back.
Silas sat quietly by the window, sunlight outlining his figure. His posture was relaxed, one arm resting casually on the desk as he looked outside, as if lost in thought. A few girls near him were clearly stealing glances, whispering softly.
He hadn't stared at them when they entered. Didn't react or even acknowledge their presence.
He had simply… existed.
Rias watched carefully. She had met countless humans. Fear. Awe. Lust. Curiosity. She could read them easily.
Silas gave her none of it.
Akeno tilted her head slightly. "He's either incredibly confident… or he genuinely doesn't care."
Rias's lips curved faintly. "No. He cares. Just not in the way others do."
Meanwhile, Silas's thoughts were far simpler.
So these are high-class devils, he mused quietly. Interesting.
A faint smirk touched his lips as he gazed out at the academy grounds.
' I can't wait to fight the strong people in this world.' He thought.
TO BE CONTINUED