Yarden coughed and had to immediately cup his mouth to stop flames from spilling out.
He failed. The sheer amount that spread out over his hand spread out in a wave large enough to consume a person whole.
It was a good thing he was flying through the air with his newly obtained wings, otherwise some poor bastard would have probably gotten burnt out of existence by dragon fire.
Or rather, Holy Dragon fire.
This really was as difficult as he thought it would. Even with him being a true blue Scotsman.
'You decided to go ahead and sacrifice your heart and lungs to me,' Vritra snorted, 'Not exactly as simple as an arm, not when one pumps blood containing divinity through your body and the other generates dragon fire.'
Yarden grimaced as he soared through the air towards Kuoh Academy the very next day after becoming a devil and meeting Irina and Xenovia. 'It seemed like a good idea at the time.' he replied.
It wasn't like anyone would be able to see when two of his organs went from dragon aspect to full on dragon.
As it was. He would have probably been better just giving up his arm and just covering it up so nobody noticed. For now, he had to deal with not only the power of his holy flames being enhanced by his new growth in power and enhanced by dragon fire, but the fact that dragons were magic incarnate and as such, even simply breathing wrong was enough to trigger an eruption of fire from within his chest.
At the very least, working on the devil side of magic to get a grasp of it through the night helped deal with it a bit. It was much easier to manage the less magic power he had.
Even if it took absolutely ages to drain his reserve of magic power now with how absurd it had grown. It had jumped up quite a lot further beyond that of his magic power from when he was initially turned into Serafall's Queen.
Thankfully, he remembered enough of how Akeno taught Issei and Asia how to use Devil Magic that it was simple enough to get a hang of it. It really was very easy.
There seemed to be a misnomer on saying it was magic of imagination though. From what he gathered, it was more of a magic that could form spells over time taking the form of a spell in the mind.
That did not mean one could just casually create new spells on a whim or wave their hand and conjure every element or warp reality.
Technically, it really was imagination magic. If only to a much more minor degree than the name and explanation Akeno gave Issei and Asia implied.
Even working all night, he was unable to do anything truly flashy with the devils magic he had gained beyond forming his raw magic the same way Issei and Asia learned initially.
Not that it was a bad thing. Being able to fire a beam of raw energy was badass in of itself.
He couldn't wait until Vritra was done recreating his signature abilities. Once he did, with Absorption Line he'd be able to drain the excess magic power out of himself and into another.
Granted, he didn't have anyone to do it with currently. But that would change, fast. At least if he had anything to say about it.
'It won't take long, I'm focusing fully on Absorption line and at this rate it will only take a few days,' Vritra replied, 'Though if you get close enough to this Saji Genshirou and I take back my fragment, it should have the full template of the spell and I may be able to finish it by tonight, especially with the power increase I will gain from reclaiming my lost power.'
Yeah, yeah. Yarden mentally waved the dark dragon king off. That was the reason why he was heading to Kuoh Academy. He'd left Grian back at the hotel, so the huge and hefty holy power wouldn't throb all over the other devils at the school.
That way, he should be able to kick around at the school for the day and wait. If he remembered right, Irina and Xenovia would meet with Rias and her peerage the day after meeting Sona. They would fight Issei and Kiba, win and go on their way and Issei alongside Koneko would drag along Saji to find them and then request to help them in return for destroying one of the Excalibur shards.
He was an old hand at using his power, so he knew how to suppress it to keep out of sight. And even if he didn't, he doubted any of them would really have too much problems with the queen of a Satan kicking around their turf for a bit.
And if he was lucky, he could just 'bump' into Saji and they could get a hold of the part of Vritra's soul within his Sacred Gear without much issue and early in the day and shave off some extra time on getting Absorption Line for himself.
Not long later he found himself soaring above the huge, once female only Japanese School and let his wings retract into his back.
He fell over a hundred feet out of the air to land casually on the roof of the school, atop the balls of his feet, absorbing most of his impact with his feet to stop from damaging the roof at all.
He made his way over to the railing to lean over and look over the school yard, and as he did he lifted his arm to look at the watch on his wrist, pure Scottish platinum of course, "Eleven in the morning," Yarden sneered in disgust. What true Scotsman got up at this ungodly time when having no school or work to go to? "It'll do I suppose."
He pushed up off of the railing and made his way over to the door, grasping the handle and pulling.
It did not budge. He tried again, and once again it did not budge. It seemed someone had locked it.
Yarden snorted, as if a mere door could impede the path of the first son of Scotland. He tightened his grip and pulled.
The entire door frame came out right out of its frame and he held it aloft in the air as if it were a feather, "...Oops?" he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
He only meant to pull out the doorknob to unlock it.
He stared at it for a moment before casually tossing it over his head into the air where it crashed into the concrete floor of the school roof, "Well, it's what it deserves." he shrugged and made his way inside to find something to do to pass the time.
It was a mere Japanese Door after all. Things may have been different if it were of a more sturdy, Scottish descent.
He paused as he made it to the stairs inside, 'Now that I think about it, the door and frame held up pretty well, the wall didn't didn't though.' he mused.
Perhaps the door had some Scottish in it after all?
He turned and before he made his way down the stairs, Yarden gave the door a simple nod of respect.
Yarden made his way down the stairs and into the hallways. As he did though, he paused.
Faintly, he could an absolutely miniscule demonic aura making its way around the corner.
A moment later, a averagely built brown haired boy with brown hair walked around the corner, a whistle on his lips.
Issei Hyoudou.
Man was his power pitiful. It was so pitiful he couldn't even sense it amongst this school until he was literally less than fifty feet away from him.
Weakest Red Dragon Emperor in history indeed.
Yarden put him out of mind. He had no interest in the Boob Dragon Emperor. 'Poor, poor Ddraig.' Vritra sighed.
It was an inevitable fate. If Ddraig was the Scottish Dragon, things may have been different. But he was merely the Welsh Dragon.
Well, at least he wasn't the dragon of England like Albion. A horrible fate awaited that fool.
Surprisingly, Vritra did not chime in.
Yarden continued his way down the hall and passed by Issei with nary a glance. He was absolutely useless to him. And he was useless when it came to using his abilities, so he didn't notice a single thing odd about him.
Weirdly even, considering he was just wearing a pair of shorts and a hoodie tank top.
Well, he was probably just in his little world fantasizing about boobs like a complete Japanese Virgin instead of motorboating them like a true Scottish Chad.
"Oi, you stop there," green light flared in his peripheral vision, "Don't think I didn't notice you, I feel a familiar presence coming from you, and you're far too strong to be some student here."
Ah right, he forgot. Ddraig covered Issei's ineptitudes for him.
"Ddraig!?" Issei spluttered as Yarden turned around. The brown haired boy was staring at the back of his right hand, a glowing green crest having formed there and where Ddraig's voice echoed out of.
"What do you want Welsh Dragon?" Yarden frowned at the older brown haired teens hand, "I'm busy here, I don't have time to hang around you and your weak host."
He actually did. But again, he had zero interest in Issei. Less than zero actually. He didn't specifically have anything against the guy. He just found everything about him mind numbingly stupid.
And that was coming from someone that could be classified at least partly insane. He was Scottish enough to admit it.
"Hey, hey that's harsh dude! I'm not that weak!" Issei spluttered, and went ignored.
"Don't worry, I have no interest in picking a fight and losing this host of mine so early, sometimes a fool like this is a nice change of pace," Ddraig replied easily, "I was just wondering why I could feel the full presence of Vritra when I know for a fact that tricky guy was split into four pieces so he couldn't break out of his Sacred Gear. He was sealed even before me."
Yarden didn't bother responding, instead he left Vritra do it for him. A pitch black crest appeared on his own hand, "Ddraig, it has been a long time, has it not? I was so very surprised to hear the Christian God managed to seal you and Albion as well," Vritra greeted the Red Dragon Emperor, "As for why I have awakened, let us say due to a mishap and the vast power of another dragon alongside the fact my own host has managed to obtain two of my Sacred Gear's, I have awakened and soon will be more powerful than ever."
"Is that so?" Ddraig hummed, before chortling, "Well, I do have to compliment you on the strength of your host. That is some real power I can feel from him, he makes the turkey boy my host struggled so hard against look like a gnat in comparison."
Vritra chuckled right back, "Yes well, as luck would have it, I was lucky enough to regain my consciousness within the strongest host that has and ever will possess any of my Sacred Gears," the new Scottish Dragon bragged proudly, surprisingly out of character for him, "He is a hero descendant you see and has the blood of of a god running in his veins and he is now the Queen of the Satan Leviathan."
"Ehhhh!?" Issei's eyes flew wide open and the low level devil stared at Yarden in shocked surprise.
"Ah seriously?" Ddraig grumbled, "You wake up once and get a guy like that. I've been around for who knows how long, had hundreds of hosts and not one has even come close to that. I bet that old bastard cursed me or something for smacking him around."
"I prefer Vritra anyway," Yarden snorted with a shrug and crossed his arms, "No way I'd like to team up with somebody called the 'Welsh Dragon.'
"...Oh for crying out loud." Vritra groaned.
"Ah, what's wrong with me being the Welsh Dragon kid?" Ddraig asked in surprise.
"That it's not Scottish." Yarden scoffed at the obvious answer.
"...Don't mind him Ddraig, this guy just takes Patriotism to whole new levels I didn't even think were possible," Vritra sighed, "He's Scottish to the very bone, hell his literal blood has Scottish divinity. He just doesn't like that you chose Wales over Scotland, but on the bright side of things I suppose, he doesn't want to decapitate you like he does Albion."
Yarden wasn't expecting Ddraig to laugh, "Quite the host you have there, keh!" Ddraig's laughter echoed through the empty hallway, "I didn't choose to be the Welsh Dragon though kid, it was just a title some idiots latched on to me. If the other Scots are as interesting as you, I wouldn't mind being the Scottish Dragon instead."
Yarden blinked, "Huh, maybe you aren't so bad," the Scottish teen mused, "Sadly for you, Vritra is already the Scottish Dragon."
Ddraig snorted, "Since when? I thought he was with the Hindu guys?"
"Was." Yarden smirked, getting another snort of amusement from Ddraig.
"Oi, partner," Ddraig suddenly switched his attention to Issei, "You following this?"
"Kinda...I just wasn't expecting to run into a dude that was apparently on the same level as that super strong, super scary, super big boobied Grayfia lady." Issei gulped.
Yarden's smirk grew.
"You should ask this guy to tag along with you, maybe you'll learn a few things and get stronger like him, you'll need it for the White Guy," Ddraig told him, "You're off to see the priestess girl right? Take him with you."
"Ah, wait...what!?" Issei yelped, "I can''t just drag some big shot like this guy along with me. And you heard him, he has stuff to do, he won't want to come with me to meet Akeno-sa-"
"I'll come." Yarden interrupted him.
"Eh?" Issei gaped at him, "I thought you were busy?"
"I lied," Yarden shrugged, completely without shame, "I suppose I can give you a few tips. Gremory will probably be a little bit grateful to me helping out her pawn and that'll get me some good will with the Lucifer." he explained his reasons.
Also a lie.
He was sold the moment he mentioned going to see Akeno Himejima.
"Er...alright...sir?" Issei gave him a hesitant look.
"Mate, just call me Yarden, that's my name," the Scottish teen snorted, "Besides, I'm two years younger than you, how do you think that'll reflect on Gremory when the Red Dragon Emperor calls me sir?"
"Ah, Right! I can't afford to tarnish Buchou's name!" Issei yelped grasping his face and panicking for a moment. Once he calmed down he shook his head and grinned at the younger teen, "You know Yarden, you're a pretty swell guy!" Issei flashed him a thumbs up and grin.
"I am Scottish after all." Yarden nodded in agreement.
Scotland never dies!