The morning after, Rias and her companions rose from their slumber, their hearts lightened by Issei's return yet heavy with the knowledge that he no longer wished to share a roof with them.
Meanwhile, in a distant dimension, Issei awoke in his vast bed, reminiscent of the one his harem used to sleep on in his former home. His thoughts, however, remained his secret. Issei had synchronised the dimension's time dilation with Earth's flow to conserve time.
Stretching languidly, he mused, "I finally understand why Rias sleeps naked; it's incredibly relaxing. Unfortunately, I can't do the same, not with this conspicuous mark on my left arm that needs to be concealed."
Issei was confident that his knowledge wouldn't deter the others. "Knowing them won't change a thing. They'll keep trying to sneak into my bed, no matter how many times I switch rooms or secure the door," he stated, his fingers cracking his neck and spine as he rose.
After a refreshing shower and a change into his school uniform, Issei descended to the modern kitchen in his castle, a stark contrast to its Romanian/Dark Academia-esque exterior.
[Ability Used: Rift]
Finishing breakfast, he brushed his teeth and opened a rift to the outside world, emerging on the empty rooftop of the school building.
Glancing toward the school gate, he saw the ORC members arriving simultaneously. Issei asserted, "I arrived here first," as if it were a competition, observing them entering the clubhouse.
Perplexed by his early arrival, he mused, "I don't understand why I arrived so early. There's no need for me to travel at all. I could easily get away with being just under a minute late."
Waiting for the bell to ring, signalling the start of the first period, Issei yawned in weariness. "Finally, I'm exhausted. Did I manage to get sufficient rest?" he pondered, questioning himself assertively. The memory of waking up in the night to experiment with his new Spider-Arms weapon crossed his mind, eliciting a self-deprecating remark, "Well, that was a rather foolish decision."
Throughout the day, he attended classes, avoiding other devils while maintaining a façade of normalcy. Eventually, the interval arrived, and the students dispersed to spend time with their friends, except for Issei, who remained solitary.
X
On the rooftops, Issei observed the scene below where Matsuda and Motohama were receiving a thrashing from the Kendo girls, their expressions caught between agony and bizarre enjoyment. A soft voice, warm and kind, broke the momentary silence.
"You should consider wearing a smile more often; your smile is truly delightful," the voice belonging to Ravel came from behind him.
Issei, recognising her presence without looking, smiled confidently. "Hey, Ravel. It's been quite some time," he greeted, finally turning to face her.
--
Name: Ravel Phenex
Race: Devil
Affiliation: Underworld
Rank: High-Class
Relationship: Friend
Type: Tank (Paladin)
Stats:
Vitality: 30
Strength: 20
Agility: 40
Intelligence: 50
Senses: 30
Dexterity: 40
Luck: 20
Overall Power Level: 32
Abilities: Immortality, Hell Fire
Gear: None
--
Ravel regarded him with genuine admiration, her words filled with sincerity. "I must say, I find your new look rather impressive – a marked improvement from the previous one."
Issei's thoughts churned as he contemplated the complexities of his emotions. His mind wrestled with conflicting feelings, understanding that Ravel was intertwined with the complications between him, Rias, and Lady Phenex. Yet, he realised his resentment should not be directed at her.
"Why are you gawking? I know I might be easy on the eyes, but there's no need to blatantly ogle me like that!" Ravel's cheeks tinted with embarrassment as she spoke, her composure momentarily faltering.
Approaching Ravel, Issei stood tall, towering over her. Playfully, he placed a hand on her head, ruffling her hair affectionately. "How have you been?" he inquired, his touch causing her to blush.
"I've been managing quite well, I suppose," Ravel replied, her voice tinged with a hint of shyness.
Curiosity piqued, Issei questioned, "How'd you know I'd be up here?"
"I've been observing your movements since I noticed you departing from the classroom. Given your commanding presence among the other students, it was rather effortless to keep an eye on you," Ravel explained, her eyes meeting his with determination.
Issei teased, "I'm surprised a short stake like you was able to see me from your point of view."
"Hey! I'm still maturing!" Ravel retorted, her tone indignant yet playful.
Noticing Ravel's Kuoh Academy uniform, Issei inquired, "You get enrolled here?"
"Yeah, a while ago," she confirmed. "Last week, I actually dropped by to meet you, but it seemed like you were nowhere to be found throughout the entire week. However, I got wind from my sources that you've made your appearance here."
"Sources, as in Rias and the rest?" Issei questioned.
Ravel nodded. "Yeah, I'm living with them in their residence."
"They told me yesterday that you weren't living at the residence anymore," Issei disclosed.
"Yeah, I'm living on my lonesome now," he replied.
Ravel's expression softened with regret. "It's likely my fault, isn't it? If I hadn't arrived, Mother probably wouldn't have reached out, causing all this turmoil between you and Rias."
Placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, Issei spoke sincerely, "Ravel, it's alright; I don't hold you responsible for what transpired with me." Her relieved smile warmed his heart.
"So your sole motivation for attending school is to see me, huh?" Issei teased.
"Silence! I am of noble blood, and additional learning is hardly a necessity for me! So, pray tell, why are you absent? What explanation do you have?!" Ravel retorted, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Issei chuckled, his hand ruffling her hair again, causing her to shake slightly. "Ravel, let me ask you something."
"What is it?" she inquired.
"Why aren't you intimidated by me?" Issei wondered aloud.
"I must admit, there's a part of me that believed you harboured no ill feelings toward me deep down," Ravel confessed.
"Some individuals still harbour animosity and trepidation towards me, and rightfully so," Issei acknowledged. "I suppose it leans more toward your incredible kindness and gentleness, which you continued to show even after discovering my connection to Riser."
"Riser, did he say anything about me?" Ravel hesitated before revealing the information.
"It's not quite that simple; he tends to react rather noticeably whenever your name comes up in conversation," she replied, her eyes filled with curiosity.
In the quiet of the school corridor, Issei's mind whirred with thoughts. "I guess my intimidation worked a bit too well," he mused aloud, a hint of confusion in his voice. Ravel's sharp eyes noticed his peculiar attire - a turtleneck compression shirt beneath his school uniform.
Curiosity piqued, Ravel couldn't help but wonder, "He was wearing a turtleneck on the day of the Rating Match and on the day of his Trial. Does he just fancy them? I'm sure he won't mind me asking."
Straightforward as ever, she addressed Issei, her tone curious yet polite, "Issei, I must inquire—what's the reasoning behind your collection of turtleneck ensembles?"
Issei absentmindedly tugged on his turtleneck sleeve, contemplating his response. "I comprehend the notion of donning it outside the school premises. However, aren't you concerned about the student council reprimanding you for not adhering to the proper uniform?" Ravel probed further.
Issei's lips, curving into a half-smile, revealed his clever solution: "I had Azazel come up with a fabricated story to appease them and get them off my back. As for why I'm sporting them, let's say I decided to get inked."
"Inked? As in a Tattoo?!" Ravel's excitement bubbled over, her eyes shining with curiosity.
"In a way, yes," Issei replied cryptically. He glanced around cautiously before continuing, "Can you keep a secret?"
Ravel nodded enthusiastically, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Yes! Especially from Rias and the rest?"
"It's a promise," Issei assured her. With a sigh, he began to undress, revealing a tapestry of black markings on his left arm - a fierce dragon winding its way from his hand up to his shoulder, its claws on his chest, neck, and wings on his back.
Ravel's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but blush at the sight of his toned physique. "Woah! That's so hot!" she blurted out, her hand flying to her mouth as if she had said something she shouldn't have.
Issei, puzzled, asked, "What?"
"Nothing!" Ravel squeaked, turning away hastily, her cheeks flushed.
Undeterred, Issei inquired, "So what do you think?"
"Umm, why'd you get it?" Ravel asked hesitantly.
"When Ddraig got mutated, his mark grew onto my hand," Issei explained. "Indeed, you refer to yourself as the Black Dragon Emperor now, correct? Could it be due to the mutation that altered the hue of your gauntlet from red to black alongside your remarkable balance breaker?"
Issei nodded, his expression serious. "Yeah, Michael predicts Ddraig, and I have a much more interlinked bond now."
"Michael, as in the Seraph Michael?" Ravel asked in disbelief.
"Yeah," Issei confirmed. "Well, Azazel was the first to see it, then Michael, and now you?"
Ravel's thoughts raced, "Is he saying I got to see this before Rias and the rest?! Oh, my Satan!"
While Issei studied the markings on his arm, Ravel moved closer, unable to resist the temptation. Her fingers trailed delicately from his hand, up his arm, and onto his chest, her touch electric. As her hand rested on his peck, they locked eyes in intensity.
"Ravel," Issei whispered her name, a mixture of warning and invitation.
"Issei," she replied breathlessly.
Their gaze held promising unspoken words, but their connection was abruptly severed by the school bell, breaking the trance. "I should probably get to class now," Issei said, his tone filled with regret.
"Yeah, I should as well," Ravel replied, her voice slightly shaky, already retreating from the moment they shared. As Issei began to put his clothes back on, she hurried away, her heart racing with the intensity of their encounter.
[Relationship Change]
[Ravel Phenex]
[From Friends to Potential Lover]
X
Time Skip A Few Days from Now
As the school festival dawned, anticipation filled the air. All around, clubs showcased their meticulously prepared setups, the culmination of a week's worth of effort and dedication. In the days leading up to the event, members of the ORC took turns approaching Issei, expressing their remorse and understanding. Issei, in response, offered vague reassurances, urging them to 'look on the bright side.'
The ORC had adhered to their brainstormed ideas, uniting under a common theme: mythical creatures. Gasper embraced his role as a vampire, startling anyone who approached his coffin. Kiba, donned in medieval knight's armour, similarly spooked unsuspecting visitors. Issei was reluctantly cast as Frankenstein, enduring the humiliation of makeup and strange noises whenever someone neared his station. His internal monologue betrayed his desire for an escape.
Issei's partner, Ddraig, revelled in his friend's predicament, taunting him, "Hahahahaha, look at you! Such a pitiful sight!" His amusement mingled with an air of superiority.
The girls, dressed as witches, demonic nuns, and werecats, managed the games area; their presence left a mark on festival-goers, even if they weren't the most popular attraction. The swimming club reigned supreme, their allure captivating male attendees.
After the festival, Rias gathered the club members, her voice filled with pride, "Everyone! What an exquisite event we had! Although victory slipped through our fingers, the delight and camaraderie we experienced made it truly worthwhile. I am grateful for all your efforts. Tomorrow afternoon, I would be honored if you could assist with the cleanup. Your presence holds immense value for me. Is that acceptable to everyone?"
Amidst bittersweet agreement, Issei lingered at the back, his brooding demeanour unchanged. Rias, curious about his experience, approached him after the others had left.
"Issei, I'm quite curious to know how you found your first school festival experience. Did it live up to your expectations?" she inquired.
"It was alright," Issei replied nonchalantly, the conversation falling into an awkward silence. Sensing his discomfort, Rias bid him goodbye, and Issei pretended to leave.
Under the cover of night, he returned to the ORC clubhouse, his internal turmoil driving him to action. "I don't even know why I'm doing this," he mumbled. Suddenly, he blurred into motion, red particles swirling around him. Within seconds, the clubhouse transformed. Decorations vanished, trash disappeared, and furniture returned to its original arrangement. Issei's swift actions accomplished hours of work in mere moments, a testament to his hidden capabilities.
On a quiet Saturday evening, all the club members gathered to clean their respective spaces, which they begrudgingly accepted, stealing away their precious Saturday leisure. The members of ORC, except Issei, assembled at the Clubhouse, ready to tackle the cleaning duties. However, when they stepped inside, they were met with a surprising sight – the entire building had already been meticulously cleaned.
"Wow, did someone already handle our task on our behalf? A gentle fairy, perhaps?" Asia wondered aloud, her eyes wide with astonishment.
Wearing a knowing smile, Rias replied, "Yeah, I believe it was a mischievous fairy, Asia." Her voice carried amusement, but beneath the playful facade, she was well aware of the true culprit. A faint blush tinted her cheeks, her thoughts dancing with the knowledge of the person behind this thoughtful gesture.
The realisation dawned on the others, and a ripple of understanding passed through the room. Smiles broke out on most faces, while some couldn't help but giggle at the delightful surprise.
"Oh my! When do you suppose he managed to find the time for such a task?" Irina chimed in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Xenovia, always serious, commented, "He? Fairies being males never crossed my mind! How curious." Her statement hung in the air, drawing puzzled looks from everyone.
In response, the others collectively facepalmed, their hands pressed to their foreheads in exasperation at Xenovia's obliviousness.
"What?" she said, genuinely clueless, her innocence both amusing and frustrating.
Gasper emerged from his room, his expression nervous as he recounted, "Last night, there was a lot of noise. I came out to see what it was; as I peeked through the doors of my room, all I saw was a blur and red particles dashing back and forth. Even with my Forbidden Balor View, I wasn't able to see what that was. And in a matter of seconds, the entire Clubhouse was cleaned."
The memory triggered a realisation among them – Issei's immunity to Forbidden Balor View.
"Hold on! I was under the impression that only ultimate-class devils possessed such immunity, and Issei as well! Who could have possibly arrived then?! Are male fairies also impervious to the effects of Forbidden Balor View?!" Xenovia inquired urgently, her voice laden with both urgency and curiosity.
Collective eye rolls followed Xenovia's inquiry, the absurdity of her question evident to everyone present.
With no work left to be done, the members of ORC headed back to their residences, leaving behind the mystery of the cleaning fairy and Xenovia's perplexing queries.
X
Monday arrived, signalling the end of the weekend and the return to the school routine. The students trickled back onto the campus, their chatter buzzing with excitement from the events of the school festival. Conversations filled the air as they discussed their experiences in various clubs, debating which ones had provided the best service and contemplating joining new ones inspired by the festival's thrill.
Having arrived early, Issei decided to grab some extra lunch before the school day began. As he approached the school gates, he found himself face to face with the members of ORC, who had also arrived at the same time. They came to him with a shared intent, as if they had something important to say.
Rias spoke first, her tone laced with gratitude, "Thank you, fairy."
Akeno echoed her sentiment, "Thank you, fairy."
Asia chimed in with her thanks, "Thank you, fairy."
Koneko, too, expressed her gratitude, "Thank you, fairy."
Kiba nodded appreciatively, "Thank you, fairy."
Irina offered her thanks as well, "Thank you, fairy."
Xenovia, however, seemed perplexed. She turned to Issei and said, "Issei, I fail to comprehend why you are referred to as a fairy, but recently, an inexplicable creature bearing a resemblance to a fairy visited the ORC clubhouse and diligently tidied the entire premises."
The collective sound of facepalms resonated through the group at Xenovia's obliviousness. Issei couldn't help but wonder, "The fuck was that all about?"
Despite the bizarre encounter, they continued walking together for a moment. Soon, Issei veered off from the group, heading to his class. In contrast, the others headed towards the clubhouse, their thoughts lingering on the mysterious fairy incident.
X
During Issei's breaks and lunchtime, he often found solace on the school rooftops, accompanied by Ravel. Over time, he had introduced her to human music, a concept she had initially met with scepticism but had gradually come to appreciate.
Issei couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, imagining Ravel's taste in music. "Knowing her, she probably likes music by boy bands," he mused.
Engrossed in the melodies streaming through Issei's earphones, Ravel sang along, her voice carrying the lyrics, "The water's getting colder; let me in your ocean, swim." Issei sighed, his thoughts drifting to an amusing incident from the past.
"Now I have a bunch of boy band songs in the playlist," he thought, a hint of exasperation evident, "and every time I press shuffle while working out, the wrong song always ends up playing. Just the other day, I was doing one-handed push-ups, and suddenly, some cheesy One Direction song started blaring, throwing me off balance. I completely lost my concentration and ended up toppling over."
Undeterred by Issei's internal woes, Ravel continued to sing, her voice carrying the lyrics, "Any kind of guy you want, girl, That's the guy I'll be, Turn myself upside down (Yes I will, yes I will)." Issei watched her, noticing the genuine happiness reflected in her smile.
Although he couldn't resist smiling in response, Ravel questioned him, her voice laced with confusion, "Why are you smiling? Do I have something on my face?" She instinctively touched her face, searching for any signs of dirt.
Issei teased, his tone light, "Yeah, a smile." But his words were lost to her, drowned out by the music blaring in her ears.
"What?" Ravel inquired, unable to hear him over the loud music.
"Nothing," Issei replied, shaking his head to reassure her, a chuckle escaping his lips.
As the school bell rang, signalling the end of their break, everyone returned to class, leaving the rooftop behind, the echoes of music fading in the air.
X
While Issei is in class, he receives a notification.
[Go to Norway]
Issei's mind whirred with thoughts of unexplored territories. "I've never been to Norway. I'm curious about what it's like. Whom should I assign for the task? The Giant Spider. No, that would be excessively destructive, not to mention the unwanted attention it would attract. How about the imperial ninjas? That should definitely get the job done."
With a swift motion, Issei summoned the ethereal souls of the imperial ninjas, their ghostly forms materialising around him. With purpose, he launched them into the air, their spectral figures scattering like autumn leaves in the wind, heading towards the distant shores of Norway.
"I wonder how it'll take," Issei pondered, his curiosity piqued.
Time passed, and the school day continued as normal. A notification pinged on Issei's system in the next class, again capturing his attention.
[Go to Norway]
Issei's thoughts raced in confusion, "What? Did my attack fail? This is the first time I've encountered such an outcome. No matter, I'll simply deploy a more formidable unit this time; the Elemental Swordsman should suffice."
Determined, Issei unleashed the Elemental Swordsman, directing its power towards Norway, hoping for a different result.
After a tense wait, another notification popped up, capturing his attention.
[Go to Norway]
[Don't Send Others]
[Come Physically]
Issei's mind raced with confusion and curiosity, his thoughts swirling in perplexity, "That's peculiar. Typically, it has no issue granting those who are an extension of myself the ability to accomplish tasks. So, what exactly is transpiring here?"
Determined to unravel the mystery, Issei resolved to seek guidance. His mind set on finding answers, he mused, "I'll have to talk to Azazel about this."
X
Lunchtime had arrived, and Issei had discreetly informed Ravel that he needed to see Azazel urgently. When Ravel pressed for more details, Issei mentioned it had to do with the system and hinted that Azazel would explain everything later that evening at the Clubhouse.
Inside Azazel's office, Issei got straight to the point. "Azazel, what's up?" he asked, displaying a notification on his device.
Azazel glanced at the message before offering a sly comment, "Norway, huh? You know, the women in Norway are really..." he trailed off, only to be abruptly cut off by Issei.
"That's not the problem. We need to focus on the real issue," Issei replied, showing Azazel a second notification.
Azazel raised an eyebrow, analysing the information. "Don't send others; come physically?" he questioned.
Issei nodded grimly. "Yeah."
"Did the system get an update, and now you can't exploit the glitch anymore?" Azazel inquired, trying to grasp the situation.
Issei shook his head. "This doesn't seem similar to the duplication glitch. I've dispatched two units already, and neither have returned."
Azazel pondered the situation, trying to deduce the possibilities. "Okay, can your necromanced armies die even though they're already dead?"
"No," Issei explained. "They're beings made of energy; any damage they sustain is regenerated using my own energy as fuel."
"So, we can rule out them being hurt," Azazel concluded.
Issei hesitated before admitting, "Listen, I know I said I had a fix for not being in school right now, but..."
"I already know what you're going to say," Azazel interrupted.
"Yeah, so can you make something up for me?" Issei asked, hoping for a way out.
Azazel contemplated the request before responding, "I don't think there's a need; everyone in the ORC knows you're a free piece now. Although we did try to hide it, it seemed like Sirzechs didn't feel the desire to."
Issei nodded, accepting the situation. "That seems fair."
"But I'll only let you go under one condition," Azazel added.
Issei raised an eyebrow, curious. "What?"
"Take Rossweisse with you," Azazel insisted.
"Huh?" Issei questioned in surprise.
"Listen, I know you said you want to do things solo. But the system never said you could; you did, mainly due to not wanting to spend unnecessary time with others," Azazel pointed out. "As you know, Rossweisse is a Valkyrie from the Norse Pantheon. The Norse Pantheon has a significant influence on countries like Norway and Sweden. If anyone knows anything about Norway, it'd be Rossweisse."
Issei nodded, understanding Azazel's reasoning. However, he sensed there was more to the request. "Yeah, that makes sense, but I also sense another underlying motive," he said confidently, his intuition alert to hidden intentions.
Azazel sighed, revealing a secret concern. "During the teachers' meeting today, I sat next to her; she was holding a bottle. Being an alcohol connoisseur, I could smell the alcohol from the bottle. I think she has something bothering her, so I'd like you to take her with you just to clear her mind."
Issei weighed his thoughts carefully as he considered the plight of the loveless Valkyrie, Rossweisse. "Seems like the loveless Valkyrie is facing a challenging phase. I have no qualms about Rossweisse. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to bring her along. After all, she won't be a burden by any means."
Taking a deep breath, Issei made his decision known. "Very well, I'll take her with me," he declared.
With a determined gleam in his eyes, Azazel seized the opportunity to make another request. "That's good to hear; also, one more favour," he said earnestly.
Issei sighed, anticipating Azazel's tendency to seek more from him. "What is it this time?" he inquired wearily.
Azazel's eyes gleamed with curiosity as he approached, his tone laced with anticipation. "Can I research another one of your weapons?" he inquired, his voice tinged with excitement.
The conversation turned to the matter of Issei's unique abilities. Azazel had repeatedly requested Issei to share items obtained through his Item Extraction powers. Issei, however, was growing frustrated. "You haven't returned the last one I provided you with," he pointed out firmly.
Azazel, undeterred, retorted, "So?"
"I demand its immediate return!" Issei insisted, his tone unyielding.
Azazel attempted to justify his position, arguing, "You have so many, and you don't even use a quarter of them!"
Indignant, Issei shot back, "And why wouldn't I? I enjoy collecting them; they add an impressive touch to the walls of my armoury!"
Azazel was momentarily taken aback, surprised and secretly proud that Issei had become a collector much like himself. Internally, he mused, "I really taught him well, but still, I can't let weapons such as those collect dust for the rest of their existence!"
Attempting a compromise, Azazel offered, "How about I buy them from you?"
Issei shook his head. "No."
"Trade for some video games?" Azazel suggested.
Issei's patience waned. "No."
"Rare fishes?" Azazel persisted.
Issei's annoyance grew. "No," he said firmly.
Azazel, ever the strategist, tried another angle. "Porn?"
Issei glared. "No. How about this? I'll provide you with another one tomorrow, and you'll promptly return the one you currently possess?"
Azazel hesitated. "I mean, we're back to square one."
Issei stood his ground. "Simply get it done for now; I'll devise a solution for you at a later time."
"Fine," Azazel relented. "You'll have your weapon by tomorrow, and you're free to leave school to go to Norway."
Issei remained resolute. "We need to ensure that we provide a comprehensive explanation to the others at the clubhouse after school."
Azazel reassured him, "That should be no problem."
With their conversation concluded, Issei left Azazel's office and returned to Ravel on the rooftops. They spent time together until the bell rang, signalling the end of the day's last class.
X
After the final bell rang, students dispersed from the grounds, leaving an empty, echoing quiet behind. A group of devils, hybrids, and an angel gathered in an old school building in a secluded corner of the campus. Azazel and Issei approached the Clubhouse together; their arrival met with puzzled and concerned looks from the others. Among them, Ravel seemed less perplexed; she had sensed something was amiss, suspecting it had to do with Issei's conversation with Azazel in the office during lunchtime. Issei had promised to explain everything in the Clubhouse after school, and she had patiently waited for that moment.
Azazel took the floor inside, detailing the challenging situation Issei found himself in. Though visibly distressed, Issei remained silent, allowing Azazel to speak on his behalf. Azazel explained the system's demands on Issei and the temporary solution he had devised to keep Issei from being scattered worldwide. However, this fix was no longer effective, forcing Issei to leave again.
His expression grave, Kiba inquired, "Is it true that Issei is bound to carry out tasks worldwide due to this system?"
Xenovia pressed further, "What kind of tasks are these?"
Azazel clarified, "Mainly tasks involving combating evildoers, saving people, and the like."
Irina was astounded, "And since he returned to school, he had his deceased soldiers handle these tasks for him?"
Kiba marvelled at the extent of Issei's power, "Performing tasks is one thing, but creating an entire army for extermination and resurrection... Your power truly astounds me. How powerful have you become?"
Despite his turmoil, Issei's steady voice explained, "I don't merely resurrect them; I merge their souls with mine, assimilating them into my being. I incorporate them into who I am."
Koneko, her eyes narrowing in thought, mused, "Such power seems reserved for select deities."
Akeno chimed in, her voice laced with curiosity and a touch of jealousy, "Undoubtedly, such immense power comes with its drawbacks, doesn't it?"
Issei interjected, refocusing the conversation, "I have to be the one to end their lives. Otherwise, I can't bind their souls to mine. But let's not stray from the topic at hand."
Azazel reinforced Issei's point, "Indeed. We informed you to explain why Issei won't be around. He's already caught up with and surpassed his class materials; he doesn't need to catch up anymore."
Her expression determined Rias asserted, "While that approach might convince the student council, I cannot allow Issei to embark on this journey alone."
Azazel revealed their plan, "That's why we're sending Rossweisse with him."
Akeno, her tone a blend of curiosity and concern, questioned, "Why her?"
Issei clarified, "She hails from the Norse Pantheon. Her knowledge surpasses anyone else within our reach."
Rias inquired about the duration, "How long will this trip of yours take?"
Issei hesitated, uncertain, "I'm not sure, maybe a few days or perhaps a week."
A heavy silence settled over the Occult Research Club; their hearts sank at the prospect of another week without Issei, especially after his recent return. Ravel declared, her voice firm and resolute, "I am eager to accompany you as well, Issei!"
Issei's eyes softened, appreciating her concern, "I understand your worry, Ravel, but my association with the underworld has consequences. Even being near me could be seen as aggression, potentially putting you in harm's way. The higher authorities are actively seeking any opportunity to have my head on a silver platter."
Ravel felt sad; she wouldn't be able to spend time with Issei for the next few days. He was her closest companion during breaks, and their bond had grown significantly.
Rias, embracing her role as Issei's master, firmly declared, "I shall accompany you on this endeavour. As your master, it is my duty to be accountable for your actions."
Issei's snarl reverberated through the room, catching everyone off guard.
"Are you forgetting why I became a free piece?!" he retorted, his voice sharp and laced with frustration. "It's because I didn't want to waste my time with you all!"
Rias, her jealousy simmering beneath the surface, countered his outburst, her voice tinged with hurt. "Oh, you seem quite content with the idea of having either Ravel or Rossweisse accompany you but not your own master?"
Issei's mood darkened further as he declared, his words dripping with venom, "Rias, out of everyone here, you should understand why I have no desire to spend time with the rest of you. You should be well aware of the sole reason I tolerate any of you, not because I enjoy your company but due to the commitment I made to Sirzechs."
"So you're just putting up with the rest of us?!" Rias shot back, her voice breaking with frustration.
"No, I'm merely tolerating your presence," Issei sneered, his disdain palpable. "At this moment, I have an overwhelming urge to express my intense frustration and disdain towards the rest of you."
Azazel intervened, swiftly moving to halt Issei from revealing his true feelings. "Issei, that's enough," he warned his gesture commanding respect. Issei scoffed but backed off.
"Rias, are you forgetting what we talked about?" Azazel said, his tone stern. Rias sighed and took a step back, conceding defeat.
"I'll go inform Rossweisse about joining Issei," Azazel announced his voice firm. "It would've been more convenient if she were here, but it seems she's been detained in her class. Well then, I'll catch you all later, and Issei and Rias," he added, locking eyes with them both. "Behave."
Issei snorted, and Rias remained silent as Azazel left the room. Following Azazel's departure, Issei exited, with Ravel trailing behind, not wanting to be the centre of attention among the others. Outside the building, Ravel finally caught up with Issei.
"Hey, Issei, wait up!" she called out.
Issei turned around and decided to stand and wait for her. "Ravel, you've decided to come along, have you?" he asked.
"Um, you know, I didn't really want things to get all uncomfortable in there with everyone else," Ravel replied hesitantly.
"You wanna go to the arcade?" Issei suggested.
"Yeah, sure!" Ravel agreed, and together, they made their way into town and headed to the arcade.
At the occult research club, Issei's words hung heavy in the air, leaving Rias frustrated. She slammed her palms onto her desk, her anger palpable.
"Rias, please, it's-" Asia attempted to console her, but Rias cut her off sharply. "Be quiet!" she yelled, her voice cutting through the room. Everyone instinctively stepped back, startled by Rias's outburst. Asia, her eyes filled with concern, seemed on the verge of tears.
"I should have claimed him as my own, keeping him by my side!" Rias exclaimed her frustration and regret evident in her voice. Her words were charged with emotion. "If only I had exercised my authority as his king and made him mine, then none of this would have come to pass!"
The others exchanged worried glances, sensing the depth of Rias's turmoil. Akeno, in particular, couldn't help but wonder, "Oh my, does she insinuate that she's prepared to monopolise Issei and keep him all to herself, distancing him from the rest of us?"
"I can't believe he's gallivanting around with other women when I should have been his first and only choice!" Rias's frustration echoed in the room, leaving an air of tension.
The club meeting concluded on a hostile note, and the members left in sombre silence, each lost in their thoughts. As the day wore on, Ravel and Azazel made their way home, each carrying the weight of the situation. Meanwhile, Issei returned to his dimension, his heart heavy with the turmoil of the day's events.
X
The morning sun bathed the school grounds in golden light as Azazel and Issei met, their purpose clear: to fetch Rossweisse from Issei's old home. In a gesture of camaraderie, Azazel returned one of the weapons Issei had lent him for study, and Issei, in turn, handed him another.
Curiosity gleamed in Azazel's eyes as he examined the nunchaku in his hand. "What's this little gadget for, huh? Let me take a look and see what mischief it can stir up!"
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Omni Functional Nunchuku
Rarity: Epic
Classification: Multi-Utility Weapon
Stats: 6 Dexterity, 10 Agility, 8 Senses
Ability: A Nunchuku that can extend as far as the user desires, only limited to when the user can't control it at range. You can change the handles into hooks, grapples, blades, etc. The handles can be assembled to form a bow staff or a compact baton. Also, it can produce electricity the more it is moved around; the electricity is generated when the user twirls the Nunchuk around themselves.
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With a confident smile, Issei explained, "It's a nunchuk that extends as far as you need it to. Plus, it's capable of transforming the handles effortlessly, whether it's into a hook, a grapple, or any other form you desire. Furthermore, when the handles are joined, it transforms into a compact baton. And let's not forget about the electrifying prowess it harnesses within its core."
Azazel chuckled, teasing, "Well, looks like you've gone and spoiled everything, haven't you?"
Issei dismissed Azazel's jest with a smirk. "Hardly, there are far more things you can do with it, trust me."
His eyes alight with appreciation, Azazel replied, "That's good."
Issei's matter-of-fact tone retorted, "Frankly, I never asked for your opinion. What are your thoughts on them?"
Azazel's face broke into a grin as he praised, "Well, the ones you've graciously bestowed upon me are truly remarkable. I must say, a few of them possess such tremendous might that they rival the legendary Longinus itself. And the fact that you acquire them from the corpse of your defeated adversaries speaks volumes, for it grants you the ability to forge your own unique rendition of sacred gears. Truly fascinating, wouldn't you agree?"
In the dim light of their conversation, Issei voiced his concerns, "My own version of sacred gears, huh? Sounds dangerous."
Azazel, ever curious, inquired, "How so?"
Issei's eyes flickered with caution and determination as he explained, "My ideology is that 'one man's tool is another man's weapon.' Although I trust you to tinker with my belongings, the majority of others, not so much. Furthermore, I prefer not to shoulder the burden of responsibility when innocent people suffer as a result of utilising my own creations. Sooner or later, word will spread about this unique power of mine. Just yesterday, the ORC discovered my soul-binding abilities. I anticipate a flood of potential buyers and beggars, all of whom undoubtedly harbour concealed ulterior motives."
Azazel processed Issei's words, asking, "So you won't ever distribute these?"
"Never," Issei asserted firmly. "I'll only permit you to be aware of their existence for the time being."
Azazel chuckled, his eyes glinting with anticipation. "Well, more for me then."
Issei's tone grew sombre as he continued, delving into the intricacies of his power. "Regarding the whole Longinus scaling and whatnot, the strength of the weapon is heavily dependent on the entity it's utilised against. Let's say, for instance, if I were to employ it against a low-class devil, it would be nothing but a worthless weapon. However, if I were to channel my powers towards someone like Sirzechs, as unsettling as it may sound, you can easily fathom the sheer magnitude of power that weapon would wield."
Azazel, finding the concept fascinating and horrifying, couldn't help but laugh. "Hahaha, now that's a chilling notion. Imagine transforming anyone into a weapon after their death!"
Issei nodded, his expression grave. "It is, isn't it?"
Together, they continued their journey, making their way to the Hyoudou Residence, lost in the weight of their conversation and the ominous possibilities it held.
Approaching the Hyoudou Residence alongside Azazel, Issei observed the familiar surroundings casually, saying, "Looks about the same."
Azazel chuckled, his tone light-hearted, "Haha! You know, unlike us, ordinary folks can't just whimsically transform their houses wherever they please."
Issei couldn't help but roll his eyes at Azazel's playful comment, a mixture of annoyance and amusement flickering across his face.
Approaching the main door, Azazel unlocked it and swung it open, gesturing for Issei to enter. "You coming inside?" he asked, his tone casual.
Issei hesitated, conflicted about facing everyone inside. He shrugged in response.
Sensing Issei's hesitation, Azazel said with a faint smile, "It is your own house, after all."
Understanding Azazel's logic, Issei let out a resigned sigh and followed him inside. As he stepped in, he found the members of ORC standing there, eager to greet him with open arms.
"Welcome back, Issei!" they chorused in unison, their enthusiasm palpable.
Issei cringed internally at the forced cheerfulness of the act. Sensing his discomfort, the others decided to tone down the celebration.
Feeling mixed emotions, Issei sighed and settled onto a nearby sofa. Some of the others occupied the sofa opposite him. At the same time, a few sat on the couch beside him, ensuring ample space between them and Issei, respecting his need for personal space. On the other hand, Azazel paid no heed to such concerns and sat down next to Issei.
Azazel's voice sliced through the silence, a teasing edge in his tone as he remarked, "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? You've been quiet ever since you stepped inside," he whispered to Issei.
Issei, though quiet, responded with confidence, his words barely audible, "I didn't anticipate finding myself in this situation at such an early stage."
Azazel chuckled softly, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Haha, well, I see it as a positive development. It's a sign that you and the others can patch things up sooner rather than later," he whispered back, smirking.
"Yeah, yeah," Issei retorted sarcastically, his frustration evident in his voice.
Turning his attention to Rias, Issei inquired, "When's Rossweisse coming down?"
"She should be arriving shortly," Rias replied, her voice carrying a mix of anticipation and envy.
The staircase echoed with the sound of rolling suitcases and exaggerated footsteps. Finally, Rossweisse appeared with two large suitcases in tow. Dressed in black jeans, a white shirt, and a blue denim jacket, she exuded confidence and purpose.
"I have arrived!" Rossweisse declared, her voice resonating with determination.
As everyone marvelled at Rossweisse's beauty, jealousy permeated the air. The other girls couldn't help but feel envious that she and Issei were heading to Norway together. Some even harboured thoughts of replacing Rossweisse, their jealousy casting a shadow over the room.
Issei couldn't help but observe Rossweisse's demeanour, noticing her meticulously packed bags and the air of nonchalance surrounding her. His mind buzzed with confusion, "Why does she appear as if she's preparing for a month-long vacation? Didn't Azazel inform her about the potential conflicts and battles we might encounter during our time there?"
Turning to Azazel, Issei's voice carried an edge of authority and curiosity as he inquired, "What precisely did you say to her?" He whispered the words, their secrecy not escaping the notice of the sharp-eyed Rossweisse, who frowned slightly at their clandestine conversation.
Rossweisse, caught in a whirlwind of insecurity, wondered, "What are they talking about? Are they making fun of me?! Oh, Odin, I knew these jeans made me look fat!" Her internal cries masked the unease she felt.
With a mischievous glint, Azazel confessed, "Hehe, I casually mentioned to her that you'd be taking a trip to Norway and, of course, that you'd require her invaluable assistance during your time there." His words dripped mischief, further deepening Issei's concern.
Uttering his words in a low tone, Issei pressed further, "Did you inform her about the potential conflict that could arise in that location?"
Azazel's response was a simple "No."
Issei's frustration bubbled to the surface, his whisper edged with exasperation, "For fuck's sake, she thinks we're going on a holiday!" The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on him.
Azazel, seemingly unfazed, revelled in the chaos he had sown. "That's the beauty of it; let her join you in the battles and reward her later; she deserves it. You've seen how dedicated and diligent she is and how she tends to get a little whiny when under pressure," he whispered mischievously, clearly relishing the unfolding drama.
Feeling fatigued and annoyed, Issei cast a tired glance toward Rossweisse. In response, she offered a nervous smile, her eyes shut tightly, attempting to conceal her inner turmoil.
Issei stood tall, exuding confidence as he declared, "Alright, we're heading to the UK now," ready for the next thrilling adventure that awaited them.
Rossweisse, her meticulous nature evident, voiced her surprise and confusion, "But I had meticulously researched and prepared for our journey to Norway. How could this sudden change of plans be possible?"
"We are," Issei explained calmly, his voice steady, "but I can't open rifts to places I haven't been. I've personally visited the UK, so we'll rift there and efficiently catch a plane to Norway."
Rossweisse nodded in understanding, acknowledging the logic behind Issei's decision. "Indeed, that does align logically," she conceded.
Excitement bubbled in Irina's voice as she said, "Oh my goodness! Issei actually went all the way to the UK? Praise the Lord! Did he have the chance to visit my former residence there? I'm positively thrilled!"
The mention of God caused a sharp reaction in the Devil, evident from the flinch he couldn't conceal.
Apologising quickly, Irina's tone shifted, her voice laced with nervous laughter, "My apologies, everyone! It seems my excitement got the better of me."
Undeterred, Irina pressed on, her curiosity getting the best of her, "Hey, Issei! Have you paid a visit to my previous abode?" Her voice held a mix of curiosity and excitement.
His patience waning, Issei responded with a hint of frustration, "What do you think, Irina?" It was clear he had no idea where Irina lived in the UK, a fact he emphasised with a touch of irritation.
Irina's voice lowered with genuine worry as she admitted her mistake, "Oh dear, my sincere apologies! It was entirely my fault," her words tinged with regret.
Issei rolled his eyes in response to the comments thrown his way. Ravel, undeterred, approached him, her cheeks tinted with a subtle blush.
"Issei, make sure to return in one piece as soon as you can," she uttered, her voice firm yet gentle, her eyes reflecting concern.
"What's this? Royalty being concerned for a low-class commoner like myself?" Issei asserted, his smirk playful as he playfully ruffled Ravel's hair, teasing her affectionately.
"Indeed, that is correct! Consider it an order," Ravel declared, her tone hinting of authority, her demeanour slightly flushed.
The others watched with envy as Issei treated Ravel like a princess, a sight they hadn't seen since before the Rating Match. Rias looked on, her expression a mix of frustration and anger. Koneko, in particular, glared at Ravel, their rivalry fueling her resentment.
"You have my word, princess," Issei teased, his tone light, causing Rias and Koneko's anger to intensify.
Ignoring the tension, Issei moved towards Rossweisse and gently touched her shoulder. Rossweisse blushed at his touch; her cheeks tinged with embarrassment.
"It seems a man has finally laid his hands on her in such a manner, Issei; make sure you handle her delicately," Azazel chuckled mischievously, provoking a reaction from Rossweisse.
"Silence, you inebriated Crow!" she exclaimed, her face flushing with mortification.
Observing Rossweisse's response, the other girls couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, a longing for the same attention from Issei.
[Ability Used: Rift]
Despite the commotion, Issei created a rift between himself and Rossweisse. She looked on in shock, astonished by his ability, a sentiment shared by the others, excluding Azazel.
Issei grasped one of Rossweisse's suitcases with his left hand and extended his right hand toward her, silently asking her to hold it. Rossweisse hesitated before gently taking his hand, her blush deepening, further fueling the other girls' jealousy.
In the background, Azazel let out a sly whistle. Issei and Rossweisse turned to look; Issei was annoyed, and Rossweisse was embarrassed.
"Shut up already!" she retorted, her patience wearing thin.
"Hahaha! With that kind of attitude, my friend, you'll never find a man worthy of your time. But worry not, Issei, my boy, I trust you to take good care of her," Azazel said with a mischievous wink, earning a frown from Issei and a pout from Rossweisse.
"Azazel, it is evident that you and Odin share similar traits! Let us depart swiftly, for I am compelled to accompany you. Rest assured, I shall not hesitate to sever his wings from his very being!" Rossweisse declared passionately to Issei, her determination shining through.
Rolling his eyes at the theatrics, Issei stepped through the rift. Rossweisse closed her eyes, uncertain of what awaited them.
X
Opening her eyes, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar environment.
"Let's get a move on. We need to hail a Taxi, or should I say Cab, in this place, although there's that whole fake taxi debacle. Now I'm a bit perplexed," Issei remarked, his voice tinged with confusion.
Curiosity piqued, Rossweisse inquired, "What's a fake taxi?"
"Nothing," Issei replied swiftly, his response instant and somewhat evasive.
Detecting Issei's speech pattern shift, Rossweisse grew suspicious, sensing he was hiding something from her.
In his mind, Issei reflected, "Let's not confuse the person I was in a previous life with who I am in my current life now. I've evolved and grown, and it's important to focus on the present."
Spotting a passing Taxi, Issei raised his hand, signalling the driver to pull over. The vehicle came to a stop, and Issei efficiently loaded Rossweisse's bags into the trunk. Together, they climbed into the back seats of the Taxi, ready to embark on their journey.
At the airport, the Taxi took its time arriving. When it finally did, Issei carefully unloaded the suitcases, placing them on a trolley. They waited until their turn at the reception area to collect their boarding tickets.
"I want to clarify something Azazel didn't mention. I'm not going to Norway for a mere holiday," Issei stated, his tone serious and determined.
Rossweisse, laced with melancholy, inquired, "Why are you heading there?"
"The system Michael explained during my Trial tasked me with something in Norway. Normally, I'd delegate it to one of my necromanced soldiers, but my presence is required this time," Issei explained.
"Did the system specify your course of action?" Rossweisse asked, her curiosity piqued.
"No, just that I need to be there. I assume it will provide further guidance upon my arrival," Issei replied.
Understanding his situation, Rossweisse sighed, yearning for happiness amidst the Norwegian lands.
Feeling her sadness, Issei decided to console her. "Don't worry; after we complete the mission, we'll enjoy it as if it were a well-deserved vacation. Are you on board with that?"
Rossweisse's eyes lit up with excitement. "Indeed! I wholeheartedly agree!"
As they approached the check-in counter, Issei noticed the weight limit issue with Rossweisse's suitcases.
"Listen, those suitcases of yours? They're pushing the weight limit. Trust me; they won't let you board with them," Issei warned, his tone practical.
"Must I forsake one of them?" Rossweisse asked, genuinely concerned.
"No worries; I'll handle one under my ticket and the other on your behalf," Issei assured her.
"Thank you! And what about your belongings?" Rossweisse inquired, considerate as always.
"I keep everything in a pocket dimension, ready to be retrieved whenever necessary," Issei explained.
"Ah, I understand. Would you like me to store my belongings there too?" Rossweisse asked.
"Relax, we're in public. It'd be odd if a portal suddenly appeared and swallowed our luggage. We have to maintain credibility. Plus, I'm not keen on using my Mental Manipulation skills in a vigilant environment," Issei replied, referring to an incident from Breaking Bad that perplexed Rossweisse.
"I suppose that makes sense," Rossweisse said, her brow furrowing in confusion.
Meanwhile, Ddraig couldn't help but grumble about Issei's constant Breaking Bad references.
Finally, Issei and Rossweisse got their tickets and luggage checked. As they went through customs and waited at the departure gates, they indulged in cafeteria food, patiently anticipating their journey ahead.
Issei's words hung in the air, a curious mix of awkwardness and sincerity. "By the way, those jeans don't make you look fat, not in a bad way, at least."
Rossweisse's surprise was palpable as she exclaimed, "What?! What are you talking about?" Her voice was laced with genuine confusion, completely taken off guard.
"In the residence, you believed Azazel and I were mocking you based on your appearance. You were convinced that those jeans were unflattering and made you look overweight, am I correct?" Issei asked, probing gently.
"Yes, but how did you know?" Rossweisse inquired, a hint of nervousness in her voice, her guard momentarily lowered.
"I have a power that allows me to read thoughts," Issei revealed matter-of-factly.
"Hmph, so you take pride in your bilingual pervy attack, huh?" Rossweisse remarked, her tone a blend of amusement and mild disapproval, trying to regain her composure.
"No, it's a different one," Issei sighed, trying to clarify.
Rossweise raised an eyebrow, seeking an explanation. "Oh, and what did you mean not in a bad way?!"
Issei paused for a moment, contemplating his words. "I'm not entirely sure, but I suppose you might make a decent mother with hips like those," he casually remarked, trying to ease the tension but unintentionally causing her to blush.
"Mother?!" Rossweisse's voice cracked with surprise and embarrassment.
"Hey, don't shoot the messenger! I'm only saying what you asked of me," Issei protested, attempting to deflect her reaction.
"You should've kept it to yourself then!" Rossweisse retorted, her blush deepening.
Their banter reached an impasse, a temporary ceasefire in their squabbling. Issei, wanting to make amends, softened his tone. "It wasn't a lie, though. You're exceptionally caring, and with your nurturing qualities, I believe you would excel as a mother."
Rossweisse, touched by his sincerity, stammered, "Thank you, I guess," her cheeks now tinged with admiration rather than embarrassment.
Their conversation was interrupted as they were called and ushered onto the plane. After a while, the plane took off, heading towards Norway, leaving behind the echoes of their unexpected exchange.
During the flight, Issei and Ddraig engaged in a deep internal conversation, their thoughts intertwining like flames dancing in the wind.
"Hey, Ddraig," Issei ventured cautiously, seeking answers to his turmoil.
"What is it, partner?" Ddraig responded, his voice laced with curiosity and authority.
"Those things I said to Rossweisse," Issei hesitated, grappling with his own words.
"About her being breedable?" Ddraig questioned, understanding the essence of Issei's concerns.
"Well, not directly, but yeah," Issei confessed, his voice laced with self-reflection.
"What about it?" Ddraig prodded, his wisdom echoing through their connection.
"Why am I like that? I know I'm not a pervert anymore," Issei mused, a tinge of frustration.
"Listen well, partner," Ddraig's tone softened with understanding. "As a fiery teenager, it's only natural for your hormones to rage within you. And being a devil, those desires of yours are further intensified. It's a part of who you are, and I understand that."
"But still-" Issei began, his voice filled with uncertainty.
"You dare interrupt me!" Ddraig's stern tone cut through, demanding Issei's attention. "Listen closely, for you, too, possess the blood of dragons coursing through your veins. The desire to claim and protect what is rightfully yours, to mate and assert your dominance, is etched deep within your very essence."
"Horde, what's mine?" Issei questioned, seeking clarity amidst the chaos of his thoughts.
"Hmph! The moment I recall the occasion when you frightened away that insolent Phenex whelp who dared approach the Gremory girl," Ddraig reminisced, his voice filled with pride. "Though your interest in her has waned, your primal instincts roared, demanding that you assert your dominance and make it known that she is yours and yours alone. Such is the way your draconic vessel perceives her as a prospective mate."
"I understand. So, you're suggesting that my body perceives Rossweisse as a potential mate, too?" Issei contemplated, trying to make sense of his emotions.
"I've noticed a change in dynamics between you and the Phenex girl. It seems you've been growing rather close lately," Ddraig observed, his wisdom cutting through the confusion.
Issei, overwhelmed, pinched the bridge of his nose in agony, grappling with the complexity of his emotions. Ddraig, unyielding, continued, "Listen well, partner. There exists a vast chasm between being a mere pervert and possessing the natural fervour of one's hormones. Do not allow it to cloud your judgment. While you have indeed undergone profound mental and emotional transformations, remember that your biological essence remains unaltered."
Lost in his thoughts, Issei glanced beside him and noticed Rossweisse peacefully sleeping. He observed her head hanging awkwardly, prompting him to lean over and gently place her head on his shoulder, allowing her to sleep more comfortably. A soft smile graced his lips as he watched the movie on the screen before him, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and newfound understanding.