Chapter 4
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Chapter 4:
Finding where Issei Hyoudou lived was easy enough. I saw him and his two 'friends' running home together screaming about a porn game they were going to play. Just like me, the people on the street didn't even bat an eye at their behavior.
I never had any meaningful interaction with him, especially with his reputation at school. Him and his two friends, whose names I couldn't care to remember, they were known as the perverted trio. They often did things like peeping on the kendo club changing clothes.
Bold as hell on their part. Maybe the lack of true disciplinary action emboldened their efforts further? I really am curious how to the two devil heiresses stopped any outsiders from meddling. I mean, it would only take one of the girls there to complain to the right person, their parent or something for shit to hit the fan. A large portion of the school came from wealthy and powerful backgrounds, there was only so much mental manipulations could do before something slips through the cracks.
But I digress.
I think most people were well aware of this trio's tastes at this point. It's not that I'm a prude or anything, I'm a healthy young man, and like most my age, girls probably take up at least half my thoughts on average, I just don't go around shouting about my proclivities in public. It's not even that I have an issue with their tastes or 'dreams'. Issei for example wants a harem, good for him I wish him all the luck. Hell, he isn't even objectively ugly, if anything he would be in the upper percentile of looks, but the way he acts just makes people disgusted.
Is there really a need to act like a creep?
Maybe I'm just still a bit angry that he never gets in trouble or has to face the consequences of his actions. I can take a few guesses why everything was turning up for his benefit. No doubt the two devil heirs at the school had been either turning a blind eye or actively dissuading any form of punishment. Of course, potentially recruiting an idiot with a powerful dragon in his soul was more important.
I briefly wondered how many 'pieces' it would take to reincarnate Issei without his sacred gear.
I didn't know how to feel about the whole system that Devils use to reincarnate other species into their own. I've always been an advocate for humanity, even if my previous life I stood on humanities side against what went bump in the night.
Literal chess pieces that turn other species into Devils, aptly named 'Evil Pieces'. It was comical to think about, only made funnier by the fact that they were a masterwork of magical engineering.
A king and their 'peerage' of chess pieces.
My thoughts briefly drifted towards Sona then to the other Devil heir at the school. I never had any contact with her, not that I'm complaining.
Rias Gremory, my.....aunt. I'm curious why she never bothered to even meet me, I guess she didn't want to get involved in whatever issues sprang up because of my presence. I can more or less understand the situation she was in; my existence was probably a sore point between several parties and involved some political fallout if things escalated. And if my perception of this world-line was correct, she had her own worries to deal with.
Now that I think about it, I think I caught some of her 'peerage' watching me sometimes. Not that I knew about them previously, but hindsight and all that. I guess she was responsible for 'babysitting' me, along with the Sitri Heiress.
Speaking of babysitting, I noticed a small bat-like creature hiding under a corner of Issei's roof. I guess he's already being scouted, do they know about his 'dragon'? I could roughly guess that was one of their familiars.
Well, first come first serve.
I held a hand on my sword for a moment before letting go, I decided against killing the familiar. It didn't have any combat power and I'm not heartless.
Reaching into my hat, I pulled out the stack of talismans. I only had a bit of knowledge, barely more than a novice so I couldn't create but a few different types. Looking through the stack, I withdrew the one I wanted and with quick toss, I supplied the required mana and the paper glowed, flying towards the little creature.
A simple binding, more like a paralysis. I don't know how this will affect something being fed a stream of magical energy from a Devil, at best I probably had only a few minutes before someone came to investigate.
It may seem obvious to do something like this at night but.....I would rather do it with 'witnesses' so to speak. Also, I don't think anyone will question some strange noises with these three in one room together.
Oh gods, I hope they don't subscribe to the philosophy of giving each other a 'hand'.
***
"Dude right there, if you make your way through her route, you can unlock the harem ending."
"No way, I've done her route like a hundred times. She always gets pissed and breaks up with me when I get more girls."
"You need to fill her H-meter before the second act."
"That's impossible!"
"I'll show you; you need to seduce her mom first."
An item of power created by the God from the bible to give humanity a form of protection from the supernatural. They usually seal powerful entities inside so the host can make use of their abilites. Honestly, their strength was comparable to that of Noble Phantasms. They are part of a 'system' that follows newly born souls and reincarnates with them.
This one in particular, the Boosted Gear. It was one of several 'Longinus' series, meaning they were potential god killers. A powerful item that could be devastating in the right hands. It housed the soul of Y Ddraig Goch, the Welsh Dragon.
[Hello.]
I paused, hearing the foreign voice in my head.
"Hello."
[This is new.]
"For me as well." I realized who the voice belonged to immediately.
[You got some interesting things in here.]
"Thanks?" I cleared my throat. "So, uh...didn't expect you to wake up already thought I would have to do something about that later?"
[Taking me out of my host was enough of a shock to wake me up prematurely.]
"Ah, you saw that." I hope he isn't angry....
[I haven't decided yet.]
Oh, you can hear me. Of course you can, you're in my soul.
[Well, you are interesting. Though, I don't particularly like being stolen from my rightful host.]
"That's...understandable. But there was a good chance you would have been nicked by a fallen angel with abandonment issues if I hadn't come along."
I could sense him doing the equivalent of narrowing his eyes. [Do you think I didn't look through your memories? There was also a fairly high chance my host would have gone on to become someone powerful and even defeat my rival.]
"Oppai Dragon." I countered.
I could physically hear him wince.
[Touché]
"Do you dislike me as your host?" I asked, I didn't really know his preferences.
[You wouldn't be the worst one I've had. The opposite actually, you have a lot of potential.] He conceded. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up again. [I am curious about what you're going to do from here, if nothing else your life will be a fun drama.]
I couldn't help but frown, I was about to retort but he cut me off. [Don't get all mopey on me, let me finish. Whatever you did, you jiggled me around enough that some restraints are a bit loosened].
That doesn't sound good, all I got was a snort in response as he continued. [I'm unsealed from my fake Twice-critical state, but I can force myself back down to those restrictions. I'll give you a trial period.]
Well, this is going better than I was expecting, I'll take it. "Okay, I can work with that."
I felt a bit of reassurance, even if I wasn't as strong as I would like right now, being able to double my abilities at a moments notice was a huge boon.
[I'm going to sleep, you didn't awaken me correctly so I'm still tired. Do something impressive and I'll undo the seals]
I could feel him give me the 'shoo' motion in my soul as his voice disappeared. Once a dragon always a dragon, not much I could do about his attitude. The fact that he didn't just go 'fuck you' and shut himself away was a big enough deal.
Well, it still had more work to do, better get going.
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Chapter 4:
Finding where Issei Hyoudou lived was easy enough. I saw him and his two 'friends' running home together screaming about a porn game they were going to play. Just like me, the people on the street didn't even bat an eye at their behavior.
I never had any meaningful interaction with him, especially with his reputation at school. Him and his two friends, whose names I couldn't care to remember, they were known as the perverted trio. They often did things like peeping on the kendo club changing clothes.
Bold as hell on their part. Maybe the lack of true disciplinary action emboldened their efforts further? I really am curious how to the two devil heiresses stopped any outsiders from meddling. I mean, it would only take one of the girls there to complain to the right person, their parent or something for shit to hit the fan. A large portion of the school came from wealthy and powerful backgrounds, there was only so much mental manipulations could do before something slips through the cracks.
But I digress.
I think most people were well aware of this trio's tastes at this point. It's not that I'm a prude or anything, I'm a healthy young man, and like most my age, girls probably take up at least half my thoughts on average, I just don't go around shouting about my proclivities in public. It's not even that I have an issue with their tastes or 'dreams'. Issei for example wants a harem, good for him I wish him all the luck. Hell, he isn't even objectively ugly, if anything he would be in the upper percentile of looks, but the way he acts just makes people disgusted.
Is there really a need to act like a creep?
Maybe I'm just still a bit angry that he never gets in trouble or has to face the consequences of his actions. I can take a few guesses why everything was turning up for his benefit. No doubt the two devil heirs at the school had been either turning a blind eye or actively dissuading any form of punishment. Of course, potentially recruiting an idiot with a powerful dragon in his soul was more important.
I briefly wondered how many 'pieces' it would take to reincarnate Issei without his sacred gear.
I didn't know how to feel about the whole system that Devils use to reincarnate other species into their own. I've always been an advocate for humanity, even if my previous life I stood on humanities side against what went bump in the night.
Literal chess pieces that turn other species into Devils, aptly named 'Evil Pieces'. It was comical to think about, only made funnier by the fact that they were a masterwork of magical engineering.
A king and their 'peerage' of chess pieces.
My thoughts briefly drifted towards Sona then to the other Devil heir at the school. I never had any contact with her, not that I'm complaining.
Rias Gremory, my.....aunt. I'm curious why she never bothered to even meet me, I guess she didn't want to get involved in whatever issues sprang up because of my presence. I can more or less understand the situation she was in; my existence was probably a sore point between several parties and involved some political fallout if things escalated. And if my perception of this world-line was correct, she had her own worries to deal with.
Now that I think about it, I think I caught some of her 'peerage' watching me sometimes. Not that I knew about them previously, but hindsight and all that. I guess she was responsible for 'babysitting' me, along with the Sitri Heiress.
Speaking of babysitting, I noticed a small bat-like creature hiding under a corner of Issei's roof. I guess he's already being scouted, do they know about his 'dragon'? I could roughly guess that was one of their familiars.
Well, first come first serve.
I held a hand on my sword for a moment before letting go, I decided against killing the familiar. It didn't have any combat power and I'm not heartless.
Reaching into my hat, I pulled out the stack of talismans. I only had a bit of knowledge, barely more than a novice so I couldn't create but a few different types. Looking through the stack, I withdrew the one I wanted and with quick toss, I supplied the required mana and the paper glowed, flying towards the little creature.
A simple binding, more like a paralysis. I don't know how this will affect something being fed a stream of magical energy from a Devil, at best I probably had only a few minutes before someone came to investigate.
It may seem obvious to do something like this at night but.....I would rather do it with 'witnesses' so to speak. Also, I don't think anyone will question some strange noises with these three in one room together.
Oh gods, I hope they don't subscribe to the philosophy of giving each other a 'hand'.
***
"Dude right there, if you make your way through her route, you can unlock the harem ending."
"No way, I've done her route like a hundred times. She always gets pissed and breaks up with me when I get more girls."
"You need to fill her H-meter before the second act."
"That's impossible!"
"I'll show you; you need to seduce her mom first."
An item of power created by the God from the bible to give humanity a form of protection from the supernatural. They usually seal powerful entities inside so the host can make use of their abilites. Honestly, their strength was comparable to that of Noble Phantasms. They are part of a 'system' that follows newly born souls and reincarnates with them.
This one in particular, the Boosted Gear. It was one of several 'Longinus' series, meaning they were potential god killers. A powerful item that could be devastating in the right hands. It housed the soul of Y Ddraig Goch, the Welsh Dragon.
[Hello.]
I paused, hearing the foreign voice in my head.
"Hello."
[This is new.]
"For me as well." I realized who the voice belonged to immediately.
[You got some interesting things in here.]
"Thanks?" I cleared my throat. "So, uh...didn't expect you to wake up already thought I would have to do something about that later?"
[Taking me out of my host was enough of a shock to wake me up prematurely.]
"Ah, you saw that." I hope he isn't angry....
[I haven't decided yet.]
Oh, you can hear me. Of course you can, you're in my soul.
[Well, you are interesting. Though, I don't particularly like being stolen from my rightful host.]
"That's...understandable. But there was a good chance you would have been nicked by a fallen angel with abandonment issues if I hadn't come along."
I could sense him doing the equivalent of narrowing his eyes. [Do you think I didn't look through your memories? There was also a fairly high chance my host would have gone on to become someone powerful and even defeat my rival.]
"Oppai Dragon." I countered.
I could physically hear him wince.
[Touché]
"Do you dislike me as your host?" I asked, I didn't really know his preferences.
[You wouldn't be the worst one I've had. The opposite actually, you have a lot of potential.] He conceded. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up again. [I am curious about what you're going to do from here, if nothing else your life will be a fun drama.]
I couldn't help but frown, I was about to retort but he cut me off. [Don't get all mopey on me, let me finish. Whatever you did, you jiggled me around enough that some restraints are a bit loosened].
That doesn't sound good, all I got was a snort in response as he continued. [I'm unsealed from my fake Twice-critical state, but I can force myself back down to those restrictions. I'll give you a trial period.]
Well, this is going better than I was expecting, I'll take it. "Okay, I can work with that."
I felt a bit of reassurance, even if I wasn't as strong as I would like right now, being able to double my abilities at a moments notice was a huge boon.
[I'm going to sleep, you didn't awaken me correctly so I'm still tired. Do something impressive and I'll undo the seals]
I could feel him give me the 'shoo' motion in my soul as his voice disappeared. Once a dragon always a dragon, not much I could do about his attitude. The fact that he didn't just go 'fuck you' and shut himself away was a big enough deal.
Well, it still had more work to do, better get going.
Chapter 4:Finding where Issei Hyoudou lived was easy enough. I saw him and his two 'friends' running home together screaming about a porn game they were going to play. Just like me, the people on the street didn't even bat an eye at their behavior. I never had any meaningful interaction with him, especially with his reputation at school. Him and his two friends, whose names I couldn't care to remember, they were known as the perverted trio. They often did things like peeping on the kendo club changing clothes. Bold as hell on their part. Maybe the lack of true disciplinary action emboldened their efforts further? I really am curious how to the two devil heiresses stopped any outsiders from meddling. I mean, it would only take one of the girls there to complain to the right person, their parent or something for shit to hit the fan. A large portion of the school came from wealthy and powerful backgrounds, there was only so much mental manipulations could do before something slips through the cracks. But I digress. I think most people were well aware of this trio's tastes at this point. It's not that I'm a prude or anything, I'm a healthy young man, and like most my age, girls probably take up at least half my thoughts on average, I just don't go around shouting about my proclivities in public. It's not even that I have an issue with their tastes or 'dreams'. Issei for example wants a harem, good for him I wish him all the luck. Hell, he isn't even objectively ugly, if anything he would be in the upper percentile of looks, but the way he acts just makes people disgusted. Is there really a need to act like a creep? Maybe I'm just still a bit angry that he never gets in trouble or has to face the consequences of his actions. I can take a few guesses why everything was turning up for his benefit. No doubt the two devil heirs at the school had been either turning a blind eye or actively dissuading any form of punishment. Of course, potentially recruiting an idiot with a powerful dragon in his soul was more important. I briefly wondered how many 'pieces' it would take to reincarnate Issei without his sacred gear. I didn't know how to feel about the whole system that Devils use to reincarnate other species into their own. I've always been an advocate for humanity, even if my previous life I stood on humanities side against what went bump in the night. Literal chess pieces that turn other species into Devils, aptly named 'Evil Pieces'. It was comical to think about, only made funnier by the fact that they were a masterwork of magical engineering. A king and their 'peerage' of chess pieces. My thoughts briefly drifted towards Sona then to the other Devil heir at the school. I never had any contact with her, not that I'm complaining. Rias Gremory, my.....aunt. I'm curious why she never bothered to even meet me, I guess she didn't want to get involved in whatever issues sprang up because of my presence. I can more or less understand the situation she was in; my existence was probably a sore point between several parties and involved some political fallout if things escalated. And if my perception of this world-line was correct, she had her own worries to deal with. Now that I think about it, I think I caught some of her 'peerage' watching me sometimes. Not that I knew about them previously, but hindsight and all that. I guess she was responsible for 'babysitting' me, along with the Sitri Heiress. Speaking of babysitting, I noticed a small bat-like creature hiding under a corner of Issei's roof. I guess he's already being scouted, do they know about his 'dragon'? I could roughly guess that was one of their familiars. Well, first come first serve. I held a hand on my sword for a moment before letting go, I decided against killing the familiar. It didn't have any combat power and I'm not heartless. Reaching into my hat, I pulled out the stack of talismans. I only had a bit of knowledge, barely more than a novice so I couldn't create but a few different types. Looking through the stack, I withdrew the one I wanted and with quick toss, I supplied the required mana and the paper glowed, flying towards the little creature. A simple binding, more like a paralysis. I don't know how this will affect something being fed a stream of magical energy from a Devil, at best I probably had only a few minutes before someone came to investigate. It may seem obvious to do something like this at night but.....I would rather do it with 'witnesses' so to speak. Also, I don't think anyone will question some strange noises with these three in one room together. Oh gods, I hope they don't subscribe to the philosophy of giving each other a 'hand'. *** "Dude right there, if you make your way through her route, you can unlock the harem ending." "No way, I've done her route like a hundred times. She always gets pissed and breaks up with me when I get more girls." "You need to fill her H-meter before the second act." "That's impossible!" "I'll show you; you need to seduce her mom first." An item of power created by the God from the bible to give humanity a form of protection from the supernatural. They usually seal powerful entities inside so the host can make use of their abilites. Honestly, their strength was comparable to that of Noble Phantasms. They are part of a 'system' that follows newly born souls and reincarnates with them. This one in particular, the Boosted Gear. It was one of several 'Longinus' series, meaning they were potential god killers. A powerful item that could be devastating in the right hands. It housed the soul of Y Ddraig Goch, the Welsh Dragon. Hello. I paused, hearing the foreign voice in my head. "Hello." This is new. "For me as well." I realized who the voice belonged to immediately. You got some interesting things in here. "Thanks?" I cleared my throat. "So, uh...didn't expect you to wake up already thought I would have to do something about that later?" Taking me out of my host was enough of a shock to wake me up prematurely. "Ah, you saw that." I hope he isn't angry.... I haven't decided yet. Oh, you can hear me. Of course you can, you're in my soul. Well, you are interesting. Though, I don't particularly like being stolen from my rightful host. "That's...understandable. But there was a good chance you would have been nicked by a fallen angel with abandonment issues if I hadn't come along." I could sense him doing the equivalent of narrowing his eyes. Do you think I didn't look through your memories? There was also a fairly high chance my host would have gone on to become someone powerful and even defeat my rival. "Oppai Dragon." I countered. I could physically hear him wince. Touche "Do you dislike me as your host?" I asked, I didn't really know his preferences. You wouldn't be the worst one I've had. The opposite actually, you have a lot of potential. He conceded. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up again. I am curious about what you're going to do from here, if nothing else your life will be a fun drama. I couldn't help but frown, I was about to retort but he cut me off. Don't get all mopey on me, let me finish. Whatever you did, you jiggled me around enough that some restraints are a bit loosened. That doesn't sound good, all I got was a snort in response as he continued. I'm unsealed from my fake Twice-critical state, but I can force myself back down to those restrictions. I'll give you a trial period. Well, this is going better than I was expecting, I'll take it. "Okay, I can work with that." I felt a bit of reassurance, even if I wasn't as strong as I would like right now, being able to double my abilities at a moments notice was a huge boon. I'm going to sleep, you didn't awaken me correctly so I'm still tired. Do something impressive and I'll undo the seals I could feel him give me the 'shoo' motion in my soul as his voice disappeared. Once a dragon always a dragon, not much I could do about his attitude. The fact that he didn't just go 'fuck you' and shut himself away was a big enough deal. Well, it still had more work to do, better get going.
