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GHK DXD Chapter 11 A Sudden Evolution
🕑 Added 2025-09-27 17:34:15 +0000 UTCIssei leaned back against the cool stone of the throne room wall, exhaling softly as his eyes swept over the chaotic but strangely lively scene unfolding before him. His supposed harem, the strange, mismatched family the Gacha had assembled, was gathered in small knots of conversation.
Nyaruko, Kaguya, Evangeline, and Priscilla—the older summons who had been with him longer—took the lead in addressing the newcomers.
Nyaruko practically bounced as she introduced herself again, crowbar twirling lazily in her hand. “So yeah, I’m Nyaruko, the cutest alien cosmic horror you’ll ever meet! And also Darling’s number one wife—don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise!” She winked dramatically at Run, who immediately bristled.
Kaguya’s crimson eyes narrowed as she gave her introduction like an imperial decree. “I am Kaguya, a princess of divine heritage. I hold the highest station among you all, so understand that in matters of authority, I am not to be questioned and I am the true wife, don’t listen to Nyaruko and her lies.”
Nyaruko could be seen showing her tongue with Kaguya scoffing at her childish behavior.
Evangeline sat casually upon the throne, legs crossed, her voice carrying a cool, aristocratic sharpness. “Evangeline A.K. McDowell. Vampire. Do not expect warmth, but do not mistake me for your enemy either.”
Priscilla, by contrast, bowed her head with a calm dignity that carried a weight of its own. “Priscilla. A half-dragon in flesh. I protect what is mine, and if you call Issei your husband, then you are now under my protection as well.”
The newer summons—Shiraori with her unreadable crimson eyes, Henrietta with her regal posture, Lala holding her head at her side like it was nothing, Furina puffing herself up with bravado, Run smirking smugly, Karura glaring with sharp focus, and Yukina still hugging her sleeves shyly—listened closely.
When the last of the introductions quieted down, a hush fell over the throne room.
Priscilla was the first to speak, her golden-green eyes calm but her voice carrying the weight of truth. “You should all know where you stand now. This castle was once a church used by our enemies that we have taken for ourselves. Evangeline reforged it into this fortress, and it now sits at the outskirts of Issei’s hometown.”
Lala tilted her head, her scarf fluttering as she balanced her head against her shoulder. “A hometown? So this place isn’t just some summoned dimension?”
“No.” Evangeline’s smirk curved, her crimson eyes gleaming in the torchlight. “It lies in the mortal world. A city of humans who know nothing of us. They go about their lives blind to what lurks in shadow. The supernatural is real here—but it must remain hidden.”
Shiraori blinked, her eerie eyes glimmering faintly, her thoughts scattering like threads of a web. ‘A world where monsters hide from mortals. Strange.’
Henrietta’s brows furrowed delicately. “Then… ordinary humans are unaware? Only a chosen few know?”
Kaguya looked at the rest and her tone was clipped and authoritative. “Correct. Only a select few humans are aware of the supernatural. The majority remain blissfully ignorant, as their fragile lives would shatter under the truth. But among those few are mages, hybrids… and Sacred Gear hosts.”
That drew the newcomers’ attention. Even Furina, who until now had been inspecting her nails with practiced disinterest, perked up at the term. “Sacred Gear?”
Raynare, standing near the wall with Kalawarna, finally stepped forward. Her violet eyes glimmered faintly with old bitterness. “Sacred Gears are gifts—tools placed within humans by an important God. Weapons, powers, and miracles hidden in human souls.”
Kalawarna added smoothly, folding her hands in front of her apron. “Some are trivial, some are dangerous, and a rare few… could topple kingdoms.” Her eyes flicked toward Issei meaningfully.
All eyes followed with Issei rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, feeling the heat of their gazes. “Y-Yeah… I’m one of those humans. I’ve got a Sacred Gear called the Twice Critical.” He raised his left hand, and with a flash of crimson light, the familiar gauntlet materialized, gleaming like dragon’s scale.
But something was different as gasps rippled through the old summons and the maids.
Nyaruko leaned closer, tilting her head curiously. “Darling… wait a sec. Wasn’t it just a red glove before? When did it turn into… that?”
Kaguya’s red eyes narrowed, her tone cool and imperious. “Indeed. The last time you displayed your weapon, it appeared less… refined. Now it resembles a true weapon."
Evangeline's interest piqued despite herself. “Hoh? So the boy’s toy evolved while no one was paying attention.”
Priscilla stepped closer, her golden-green gaze steady on the crimson metal. “I sense more draconic power… but there is another presence mingled within it. A spirit, perhaps?”
Issei blinked as he didn’t understand their reaction, his mouth opening and closing as he looked down at his arm. For the first time, he noticed it too. The Boosted Gear wasn’t the red glove he was used to summoning—it stretched all the way up his forearm now, forged scales glinting like tempered armor. The dragon eye embedded in the back pulsed faintly, as if alive.
“W-Wait, what?! Since when did this happen?!” He yelped, holding his arm up, turning it back and forth as if it would suddenly explain itself. “This… this isn’t how it used to look!”
The girls pressed in closer, their voices overlapping.
“Darling, don’t tell me you didn’t notice?” Nyaruko demanded.
“You are truly hopeless,” Kaguya sighed, her voice dripping with exasperation.
“Pfft, of course he didn’t notice,” Evangeline cackled, her eyes glittering with amusement. “The idiot stumbles into power the way drunks stumble into ditches.”
Priscilla’s tone stayed even, though her eyes sharpened. “Issei. Think. Did anything unusual happen before? Anything that could have altered your Sacred Gear?”
Issei’s brow furrowed as he scratched the back of his head with his free hand. “Unusual…? Well, I mean… yeah, a lot of unusual stuff happens to me, but… I don’t—”
The newer girls stirred with confusion. Run blinked, her pink eyes sparkling as she poked at the air toward the gauntlet. “Darling’s hand looks even cooler now!”
“It manifests physically. A gauntlet fused with your body… how intriguing.” Lala tilted her head with her hands. “But did the armor change… is this an ability of your Sacred Gear, Issei?”
Henrietta crossed her arms, her blue eyes studied him. “No. Their surprise proves otherwise.”
Yukina clutched her sleeves nervously, her voice soft. “…So… it wasn’t like that before? Then… what made it change?”
While the girls argued and questioned, two figures stood off to the side in tense silence, Raynare and Kalawarna. Unlike the others, their expressions weren’t just curious—they were shocked. Eyes widened, lips pressed tightly together, their bodies stiff as if they were staring at something both terrifying and awe-inspiring.
Evangeline’s sharp eyes caught it immediately. The vampire leaned forward on the throne, her voice carrying like a whip. “You two. Why do you look as though you’ve just seen death itself? Speak.”
Both maids flinched under her gaze. Raynare exchanged a glance with Kalawarna before stepping forward, lowering her head respectfully. “Forgive us, Lady Evangeline. It’s just… we recognize what the Master possesses.”
Kalawarna added quickly, her voice steady despite the weight in her eyes. “That is no ordinary Sacred Gear. What you see is the Boosted Gear, one of the Thirteen Longinus. Artifacts so powerful, they were designed to slay gods themselves.”
The throne room fell into stunned silence.
Issei’s eyes bulged, his mouth opening and closing. “W-Wait… WHAT?!”
Raynare nodded gravely, continuing. “The Boosted Gear hosts the soul of one of the Two Heavenly Dragons—Ddraig, the Red Dragon Emperor. Its wielder is given his power and the title of Sekiryuutei, the Welsh Dragon. A force feared across all factions.”
Kalawarna’s voice grew quieter, but no less sharp. “With each activation, the gauntlet doubles the user’s power every ten seconds. And with its true potential… it can rival even gods. That is the weight of the weapon you bear, Master.”
The words echoed through the chamber, striking every ear with a different chord.
Issei stood frozen, staring at his own arm as if it had betrayed him. ‘S-Slay gods? Sekiryuutei?! That’s… that’s way too much! I’m just some pervy high schooler! How the hell am I supposed to live up to THAT?’
The reactions of the harem were immediate and intense.
Kaguya’s crimson eyes gleamed with renewed fire, a proud smile spread across her lips. “So… my husband is the bearer of a divine weapon feared by gods. Hmph. Then my standing as his wife is elevated beyond reproach. None shall dare insult me now.”
Evangeline chuckled darkly, her fangs glinting as her smirk widened. “Oh, this is delicious. The boy who summoned me turned out to be the host of the Red Dragon Emperor himself? Truly, you are the most amusing husband I could ask for.” Her blue eyes turned bloody red glittered with hunger—not for blood, but for the spectacle of his potential.
Priscilla’s golden-green eyes softened, a rare smile tugging at her lips. “So… you carry the soul of a dragon. Then our bond is closer than I thought, Issei. This would mean that we are two dragons, perhaps this was fate.”
Karura’s golden pupils flared with excitement, her lips curving into a wolfish grin. “Hah! Even stronger than I imagined. With such power in your blood, our children will be formidable. The stronger the father, the stronger the offspring.”
“W-Wait—don’t just jump to children again!” Issei yelped, his face flaming red.
Furina, meanwhile, practically vibrated with glee. “So you’re… not just an ordinary human after all. You’re touched by a god’s hand.” Then her lips quivered as she added with mock grandeur, “Of course, my husband would have to be extraordinary.” She spread her arms wide, ribbons flaring as her mismatched eyes sparkled. “Magnifique! My husband, the slayer of gods, rival to divine beings, the legendary Sekiryuutei himself! At last, someone truly worthy of standing alongside Furina De Fontaine!” She laughed dramatically, striking a pose as if awaiting applause.
Run leaned against Issei’s side, her pink eyes glittering mischievously. “Hehe, see? I knew my husband was extraordinary. Now there’s no doubt—I’ll make sure I’m the number one wife to the strongest man alive.”
Yukina’s hands tightened against her sleeves, her crimson eyes wide with awe. “…So… you’re not only kind… but also that strong? I… I don’t know how to compare…” Her cheeks flushed as she lowered her gaze shyly.
Even Lala, normally unreadable in her gloom, tilted her head with genuine curiosity. “A gauntlet that slays gods, carrying the soul of a dragon… how poetic.”
Shiraori remained in the corner, her spider-like gaze flickering faintly. Her thoughts webbed out into silence. ‘The Red Dragon Emperor… the Sekiryuutei. A king and a lord of power. A worthy husband indeed.’
But Evangeline then scoffed, lounging deeper into the throne. “Don’t inflate his ego. He’s still an idiot boy who dreams about breasts half the time.”
“HEY!” Issei shouted, face burning as a few of the girls snickered.
Yukina clutched her sleeves tighter, her crimson eyes darting shyly toward him. “…Even so… it means he is special. Not just anyone could… carry such a burden.”
Henrietta lowered her gaze, her voice soft with worry. “If that is true… then what dangers does this world hold? If there are tools strong enough to topple kingdoms, then surely there are enemies waiting in kind.”
Priscilla’s golden eyes narrowed, her voice calm but edged. “Indeed. This world is layered in mysteries. Fallen angels, devils, angels, yokai, dragons, gods… countless species spread across hidden realms and dimensions.”
Karura snorted softly. “Good. Then plenty of strong enemies for me to test myself against.”
Run puffed out her chest. “And plenty of chances for me to prove I’m Issei’s number one!”
Furina flicked her hair back dramatically, though her thoughts were quieter than her tone. ‘So this is the stage I’ve been cast onto. A hidden world of gods and monsters. Perhaps… this is where my performance will finally be mine alone.’
Shiraori’s many-pupiled eyes glowed faintly as she remained still. Her inner voice hummed. ‘So many creatures… I will need a nest. A safe place to weave… and to watch.’
Issei lowered his gauntlet, letting it dissolve back into light. He scratched his cheek awkwardly, giving the group his trademark nervous grin. “S-So yeah… that’s the situation. We live here, in this castle, right on the edge of my hometown. To most people out there, we can’t let the truth slip. They wouldn’t understand.”
Henrietta, after listening carefully with her hands folded in front of her, eventually turned toward the two women standing quietly by the wall. They were dressed in maid uniforms, their eyes calm, but there was a weight in their posture—one used to servitude. “And… those two?” she asked politely, tilting her head.
Kaguya answered before anyone else. She pointed her finger toward the pair. “Raynare and Kalawarna. Unlike us, they are not summons. They are natives of this world—fallen angels, and were once our enemies. After their defeat, they were bound to serve us, relegated to handling our chores and daily needs. So understand this: you will always hold power and authority over them. Their place is beneath us.”
Both Raynare and Kalawarna bowed low at that moment, their heads lowered, their voices calm and steady. “We serve the Master and his family,” Raynare said softly.
Kalawarna added, her voice polite but clipped, “It is our duty to provide for your needs. Whatever they may be.”
The new girls exchanged glances at the display. Run’s smirk faltered just slightly, Yukina’s crimson eyes widened in pity, and Karura’s sharp gaze narrowed with suspicion.
Issei immediately stepped forward, waving his arms frantically. “H-Hey, hold on! Don’t take that the wrong way!” He rubbed the back of his neck, his voice firming with unusual seriousness. “Yeah, Raynare and Kalawarna work as maids here, but that doesn’t mean you should treat them badly or lord over them. They’re people too. They’ve made mistakes, but they’re trying to move forward. So… please, just get along with them, okay?”
The room went quiet for a moment. The contrast between Kaguya’s imperious declaration and Issei’s earnest words hung heavy in the air.
Henrietta was the first to nod softly. “I see… I happy to know that the servants are being shown kindness,”
Run crossed her arms, smirking faintly again. “Well, if Darling says so, then I’ll play nice.”
Yukina, blushing faintly, clutched her sleeves tighter. “…I-I understand. They must have suffered too… I won’t treat them cruelly.”
Karura snorted, folding her arms. “If they’re strong, then fine. If they’re weak… they should at least be useful. But… I’ll listen to my husband.”
Furina, flipping her hair dramatically, scoffed. “Hmph. Servants, attendants, retainers… I am used to such structures. But if the ‘husband’ decrees kindness, then I shall humor it.”
Shiraori said nothing, her eyes flickering between the maids and Issei. Inside, her thoughts scattered. ‘He asks us to be kind. Strange… but perhaps… right.’
Priscilla gave the faintest smile at Issei’s words, her golden-green eyes softening. “Well spoken.”
Raynare and Kalawarna glanced at one another, surprise flickering in their eyes before they bowed again, this time lower. “Thank you, Master,” they said in unison.
Issei stretched his arms once. ‘Man… my life just keeps getting weirder. But one problem at a time…’
He clapped his hands together, drawing the attention of the room. “Alright, listen up. I need to step out for a bit. The student council president requested a meeting. While I’m gone, I want the older girls to show the newcomers around—get them familiar with the castle layout. Bedrooms, dining hall, training rooms, baths—the works.”
Nyaruko immediately threw her hand up like an overeager student. “Ooooh, I’ll give the fun tour! Like the Library where Darling keeps his secret stash—”
Kaguya swatted her before she could finish. “You will do no such thing. The new arrivals need structure, not your degeneracy.”
Evangeline smirked from her seat, twirling a lock of blonde hair. “Hah. Structure in this madhouse? Good luck.”
Issei rolled his eyes with a weary smile. Then he turned toward the wall where Raynare and Kalawarna stood. “Kalawarna. You’re coming with me. Sona said she wanted to talk to you about what you and the other fallen were doing in Kouh”
Kalawarna blinked, her lips parting before a faint smile curved them. She bowed, her long hair slipping over her shoulders. “As you wish, Master. It will be my honor to accompany you.” Inside, her chest fluttered with a warmth she carefully hid. She stepped forward, smoothing her maid uniform, her golden eyes alight with eagerness.
But before they could move another step, Evangeline’s voice cut through the chamber like a blade. “Hold it.”
Issei froze, halfway turned toward the doors. “…Eh?”
The vampire’s crimson eyes glowed faintly as she leaned lazily against the throne. “You’re not walking into devil territory alone with just a maid at your side. That would be suicide.”
Nyaruko’s crowbar slammed against the floor, sparks flying. “Evangeline’s right! Darling’s too gullible for those shady devils—I’m coming with!”
Kaguya then gave her own input. “As am I. Husband cannot be trusted to hold his tongue without supervision. He will say something foolish, and we will all pay for it.”
Priscilla’s golden-green eyes softened, though her voice was firm. “And I will accompany you as well. Not out of doubt, Issei—but because I would not leave you unguarded in enemy territory.”
Issei groaned, rubbing his temple. ‘Of course they’d gang up on me… but man, do they all think I’m completely incapable?’
The newer summons, still gathered in a cluster, exchanged bewildered looks.
Run tilted her head, pink eyes narrowing. “Wait—devils? What are they talking about?”
Henrietta’s posture stiffened, her diplomatic calm straining. “Yes, what do you mean by devil territory?”
Kaguya turned smoothly, her crimson eyes sweeping the group. “This land—this castle, the land of Kuoh, where we live, does not belong to us. A transaction was made between the Shinto faction, the gods that govern this country Japan and the Devils. As a result, this land is legally theirs. By establishing ourselves here without permission, we are… trespassing.”
Gasps and murmurs rippled through the newcomers.
Yukina’s eyes widened in fear, her fingers clutching her sleeves. “D-Devils? As in… creatures who… steal souls and torment mortals?” Her voice shook, her breath forming the faintest shimmer of frost in the air.
Henrietta’s brows knitted with worry, her hands clasped tightly. “Then… are we in danger? If this land belongs to them, surely they will not take kindly to our intrusion.”
Karura’s golden pupils glimmered as she scoffed. “Hmph. Then why waste time with meetings? If they claim this land, let them come. We’ll defeat them and keep it.” Her hands flexed eagerly, itching for combat.
Furina flipped her ponytail dramatically, her mismatched eyes flashing. “Exactly! Why lower ourselves to their rules when we could simply outshine them? One performance of might, and they would cower.”
Nyaruko giggled, twirling her crowbar. “Ohhh, I like the way you two think.”
But Issei quickly waved his arms in protest. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on! Look, I get where you’re coming from, but fighting isn’t the answer here.”
Karura frowned, crossing her arms. “Why not? Power decides everything.”
“Because,” Issei said firmly, surprising even himself with the conviction in his voice, “we’re not here to pick fights. We’re here to live peacefully. If we start by attacking, we’ll only make enemies out of people we don’t have to. All we’re doing right now is talking. That’s it. No fighting.”
The words settled over the throne room.
Yukina’s tense shoulders loosened just slightly, her eyes softening. “…Talking is… safer.”
Henrietta exhaled a shaky breath, nodding. “You’re right. A peaceful solution must be sought, if possible.”
Karura scowled, but her lips curled faintly. “…If you say so. But if they lay a hand on you, Husband…” Her golden eyes flashed dangerously. “…I will not hesitate.”
Furina puffed up her chest, her bravado ringing. “Fine! Then I’ll let you play diplomat. But if the devils mock you, I will have my encore performance at their expense.”
Issei sweatdropped, scratching his cheek nervously. ‘Great. I’ve got a group ready to start a war, and another ready to faint at the word devil.’
“I’m coming too,” Run declared, her pink eyes gleaming with determination as she pressed against Issei’s side. “If my husband is walking into enemy territory, then I’ll be there to protect him. Besides, what if one of those women try to steal him away?”
“Eh—w-wait, Run—!” Issei sputtered, feeling her arms cling possessively.
Karura folded her arms, her golden pupils narrowing. “Count me in. If there’s a chance for a fight, I refuse to miss it. And if not… then I’ll at least see what kind of opponents lurk in this land.”
Lala tilted her head—her head actually resting against her arm as her body stood tall. “I wish to come as well. I want to see this human city with my own eyes.”
And of course, Furina twirled dramatically, ribbons fluttering. “As if I would stay behind! Fontaine’s greatest star cannot be hidden away in a dusty castle. I’ll accompany you, husband, partly to guard you, but mostly because I demand a tour of your dreary little town!”
Issei scratched his head as the group grew larger and louder. ‘At this rate I’ll show up to the meeting with a parade behind me…’
But their expressions—Run’s fierce loyalty, Karura’s thrill for combat, Lala’s genuine curiosity, Furina’s eagerness to perform—told him they weren’t going to change their minds. With a heavy sigh, he raised both hands. “Alright, fine! You can all come. Just… don’t cause trouble, okay? This is a talk, not a battle.”
His words got a collective murmur of half-hearted agreement.
But then his eyes landed on Lala. Her pale blue skin and the head she held delicately against her chest made his stomach drop.
“…Uh. Problem,” Issei muttered.
Nyaruko leaned in with a mischievous grin. “What’s the problem, Darling? Embarrassed to be seen walking around with a headless girlfriend? I think it’s kinda metal.”
Issei waved his arms frantically. “No, no, no—you don’t get it! The town’s full of normal humans. If they see a girl carrying her head around, they’ll freak out and we’ll have every cop in the city chasing us!”
The throne room quieted for a moment before several of the newcomers blinked, realizing he was right.
“Then… what do we do?” Lala asked calmly, tilting her head so far to the side it nearly slipped from her grip.
Issei turned toward the wall. “Raynare.”
The fallen angel straightened, violet eyes flickering in surprise. “Yes, Master?”
“Teach Lala the same transformation spell you taught Priscilla,” Issei said firmly. “We’re going outside, and the supernatural has to stay hidden. I don’t want the entire city in a panic over this.”
Lala’s golden eyes lit up faintly. “Transformation… spell?”
Raynare nodded smoothly, though there was a small, amused smile at the corners of her lips. “Very well. It’s a basic glamour—simple enough to conceal her traits and present her as human. Come, Lady Lala. We’ll practice.”
The group gave them space. Lala followed Raynare to the center of the room, setting her head carefully on her shoulders again. Raynare guided her through the motions, her hands moving gracefully as she wove faint traces of light into the air. “Focus your will on your appearance. Picture yourself as you wish to be seen by human eyes. The magic will do the rest.”
Lala copied the gestures, a faint glow surrounding her pale frame. Her form shimmered—and then her skin flushed into a natural tone, her golden eyes stayed the same, and her head settled naturally against her shoulders.
The girls gasped.
Lala blinked down at her hands, stunned. “I… look human?”
Raynare folded her hands neatly. “The glamour is simple, but effective. As long as you don’t draw unnecessary attention, no one will question you.”
Issei exhaled in relief. “Thank God… or, uh, maybe not God, but—you get it.”
Lala lifted her hands to her cheeks, her lips curling into a faint, almost childlike smile. “This is… wonderful. I never thought I would wear the skin of a regular human. To think, I am capable of magic as well…”
Furina clapped dramatically, her voice full of amusement. “Splendid! Even the headless ghoul can don a mask for the mortal stage. How very theatrical.”
Run leaned closer, studying Lala with narrowed eyes. “…You look pretty cute like that. But don’t think it’ll win you points with Darling.”
Karura shrugged. “At least she won’t scare the townsfolk now. That’s fine by me.”
Issei rubbed the back of his neck, smiling faintly at Lala’s quiet awe. ‘She looks really normal… maybe this trip won’t be a total disaster after all.
Once Lala finished admiring her new human guise, Issei turned toward the three who had been quiet through most of the discussion: Yukina, Henrietta, and Shiraori.
“Alright,” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. “What about you three? Do you want to come along too?”
The girls shifted, each in their own way.
Shiraori tilted her head, her crimson, many-pupiled eyes blinking slowly. Then, without a word, she raised one hand, bent her fingers into odd little gestures, and mimed a slow turn before pointing toward the stairs.
Issei squinted for a moment, his lips tugging sideways. “…You want to head to your room?”
Shiraori gave a single, deliberate nod, her sleeves twitching faintly as if in agreement.
“Got it,” Issei said with a small smile. “You’ll stay here then. That’s fine.” He knew her strange gestures well enough by now to catch her meaning—she had no interest in striding into devil territory.
Henrietta folded her hands neatly in front of her, her posture graceful but her teal eyes unsettled. “Forgive me, Issei… but I think it best I remain here. I know little of this world, and I fear my presence would only complicate matters. I am no warrior.”
Yukina clutched her sleeves, her crimson eyes lowering as her voice trembled. “…I… I don’t want to go. The word ‘devil’ alone… it frightens me. And… I wouldn’t be of any help if things turned violent.” Frost shimmered faintly at her feet as her emotions leaked out.
Issei stepped closer, his expression softening. “Hey, that’s okay. You don’t have to fight if you don’t want to. Neither of you do. This isn’t your problem to solve.” He gave them a warm smile, scratching his cheek awkwardly. “I’ll take you both out into town another time. Somewhere safe. Promise where you can enjoy yourself-”
Henrietta’s shoulders eased, and she gave a graceful bow of her head. “Thank you. I’ll hold you to that promise.”
Yukina blinked in surprise, her lips parting faintly before a small, relieved smile touched her face. “…Okay. I’ll look forward to it.”
Satisfied, Issei turned toward the far wall. “Raynare.”
The angelic maid straightened, violet eyes focused on him. “Yes, Master?”
“Show them around. Make sure they know where everything is—the rooms, dining hall, baths. And… if they need anything, just take care of it.”
Raynare’s lips curved faintly, though her bow was precise and formal. “As you command. I’ll see to their needs.”
Kalawarna glanced at her counterpart with a faint smirk, then inclined her head as well. “They’ll be in good hands. Don’t worry.”
Issei gave them both a grateful nod before looking back at the gathered group of women who had chosen to join him. ‘Alright. Some will stay, some will come. I just hope dragging half a parade into this meeting doesn’t make things worse.’
He then turned toward the door again, sighing. “Alright… let’s go meet the student council president.”
Behind him, Kalawarna gave a small bow. “Yes, Master.” Her heart beat faster than usual, pride warming her chest at being chosen.
And just behind her, Nyaruko, Kaguya, Priscilla followed in step—each determined in their own way to make sure Issei survived the meeting.
The throne room fell into a low murmur as the door closed behind them, leaving some girls to absorb the reality of their bizarre new world.
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Kouh
The streets of Kuoh were calm as the sun washed the town in warm light. Issei walked at the front of the group, his hands awkwardly holding onto Nyaruko and Evangeline’s hand while his entourage of girls followed close behind with Run and Karura pouting. To passing eyes, it must have looked like a scene out of some dating sim gone haywire—one ordinary boy surrounded by an entourage of breathtaking beauties.
Kalawarna, dressed in her neat maid uniform, walked just behind Issei with practiced elegance, her yellow eyes always scanning the surroundings. To his side, Nyaruko was practically skipping along, humming to herself. Kaguya strode on the other side, a fan poised delicately in her hand, her posture regal as though she were walking through a palace courtyard instead of a Japanese suburb. Evangeline walked with her arms folded behind her back, her sharp gaze unimpressed by the simplicity of the human town.
But for the newer summons Lala, Furina, and Run. This was their first real glimpse of the outside world.
Run leaned closer to Issei, her pink eyes darting left and right with open wonder. “So this is the town you live in, Darling? It looks so… normal. Quiet, even. Not at all what I expected for a land owned by devils.”
Lala, still marveling at her human disguise, kept turning her hands over as she walked. “So many people… and no one is panicking. It feels strange. They see me as just a normal human.”
Furina’s mismatched eyes gleamed as she twirled dramatically, her voice carrying through the street. “Ah! The air is different, the light is softer… What a quaint stage! Fontaine was grand, but here… there’s a simplicity that borders on charming. Hmph. Not that it suits someone as radiant as me, but… I’ll allow it.”
Issei sweatdropped, pulling at his collar. ‘Man, she is way too flashy. Hope it isn’t to noticeable.’
But people did notice. Pedestrians slowed their steps, heads turning as whispers rippled through the crowd. Men and women alike stole glances at the group, their eyes widening in disbelief at the sheer collection of beauties walking down the street.
Priscilla was the first to speak, her golden-green eyes narrowing as she caught the stares. “Why do they keep looking at us? Have we erred in our appearance?”
Nyaruko grinned mischievously, leaning toward Issei. “Ooooh, Darling, tell her! Tell her why everyone can’t keep their eyes off us.”
Issei felt his face heat up as all eyes turned to him expectantly. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to find the right words. “…Well, uh… it’s not that you’ve done anything wrong. It’s just… you’re all so… otherworldly beautiful. Anyone would stare. Honestly, if I were them, I’d be staring too. You’re all… really super attractive. Every single one of you.”
Silence. For a moment, no one said anything. Then, the reactions came.
Priscilla’s cheeks warmed faintly, though her tone remained calm. “To call me beautiful… hm. You have a bold honesty, Issei.”
Kaguya’s fan snapped shut, her crimson eyes narrowing as she tried—and failed—to hide her flushed cheeks. “Hmph. It is only natural you would recognize my radiance. Still… your acknowledgment is… not unwelcome.”
Nyaruko squealed, throwing her arms around his neck from behind. “Kyaaa~! Darling complimented me! He really does love me most!”
Run puffed out her chest smugly, leaning against him. “As he should! After all, I’m the most stunning of them all. You said it yourself, Darling—‘every single one of you.’ But clearly, I’m number one.”
Furina blinked in surprise, her mouth opening slightly before she recovered with her usual bravado. She twirled once, ribbons fluttering. “Well, of course he’d say that. What else could he possibly say when standing beside me? Still… hearing it aloud… mmh. Not bad.”
Lala blinked innocently, her head tilting as she placed a hand against her chest. “He thinks I’m beautiful… even without my head? That’s… nice.”
Evangeline smirked, tilting her chin. “At least you’re finally learning to flatter properly, boy. You should keep it up.”
Karura crossed her arms, her golden pupils locked on him. “Hmph. So you see us as attractive. Then you’d better take responsibility. Words like that aren’t meant to be wasted.”
Kalawarna, walking just behind him, let out the faintest chuckle. “Master, you certainly know how to keep their hearts bound to you. Perhaps unintentionally… but effective nonetheless.”
Issei flushed, his face heating up as he waved his arms. “I-I wasn’t trying to make it a big deal! I was just explaining why people are staring!”
But the effect was undeniable. For a brief moment, the chaotic group of girls each carried a faint glow of happiness, their arguments and rivalries subdued by the simple, earnest words of the boy they had all been summoned to.
Issei sighed to himself, running a hand through his hair. ‘Man… sometimes telling the truth gets me into even more trouble… but at least they looked happy this time.’
The group continued down the street, the whispers of passing townsfolk fading behind them as the girls walked just a little closer to him than before.
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Kouh Academy
The walk through Kuoh had been long enough for the girls to marvel at every passing corner store, vending machine, and park, but now their eyes turned upward as they stopped at the gates of Kuoh Academy.
The sprawling campus stretched out before them, the tall main building gleaming. Wide windows reflected the sky, the immaculate paths lined with trimmed hedges and trees that swayed softly in the afternoon breeze. The school loomed with its size and elegance immediately drawing interest from the gathered harem.
Run’s pink eyes sparkled. “So this is the place, Darling? It’s huge! You really study here?”
Lala watched in wonder, her disguised human appearance hiding her usual gloom. “What a strange temple.”
Furina twirled with her usual flair, her mismatched eyes widening with genuine curiosity. “The architecture is far too plain for my taste, but… there’s something about it. A certain gravitas. So this is the academy you crawled out of.”
Priscilla’s golden-green eyes scanned the building with measured calm. “It is… impressive. For a human institution.”
Karura crossed her arms, unimpressed. “Hmph. Too big. Looks more like a fortress than a school.”
Kalawarna, walking behind Issei, noted the wide open grounds. “At least it provides space for training… though I doubt that’s what they intended.”
Issei exhaled slowly, scratching his cheek with a sheepish grin. “Yeah, well… this place isn’t just any school. It’s a school for the elite, I guess. It’s hard to get in. I had to try like hell with my studies just to pass the entrance exams. I thought I was gonna die from all the late night cramming.”
Evangeline’s smirk widened as she tilted her chin, crimson eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh? And why, pray tell, did you go through so much trouble for this place? Don’t tell me you actually enjoy studying.”
Issei stopped in his tracks, staring at her in disbelief. “…Are you serious? Do you even have to ask?” He threw his arms up dramatically. “This school used to be an all-girls school! Even now, the ratio of female to male students is crazy high! And not just that—the girls here are gorgeous! Pretty, refined, elegant—it’s like paradise for a guy like me! This place is a pervert’s dream!”
His words echoed against the walls of the courtyard.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Slowly, Issei became aware of the stares drilling into the back of his skull. He turned—and his blood ran cold.
Nyaruko’s crowbar was already materializing, her smile twitching dangerously. “Darling… you mean other girls are prettier than me?”
Kaguya’s crimson eyes burned with imperial fury, her fan trembling in her grip. “Husband… how dare you speak so casually of other women in front of us.”
Priscilla’s expression was calm, but the faint crackle of golden aura around her shoulders said otherwise. “Issei. Explain yourself.”
Run’s lips puckered into a pout, her pink eyes narrowing. “Hmph. So I’m not enough for you? I thought I already claimed you.”
Furina clutched her chest dramatically, staggering backward like she’d been stabbed. “To think! My husband—my stage partner—would praise nameless extras instead of me!”
Even Lala’s gentle golden eyes turned flat, her head tilting faintly. “You like… those girls more than me?”
Issei’s heart leapt into his throat, his entire body breaking into cold sweat. ‘Crap crap crap—wrong thing to say, Issei! Think, THINK!’
“N-No no no no! That’s not what I meant!” he blurted, waving his hands frantically. “Sure, the girls here are pretty, but they’re not as beautiful as you! Not even close! You’re all in a whole different league! The others don’t even compare!”
The words tumbled out in a rush, sweat dripping down his temple. He forced a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as the weight of nine glares bore down on him.
For a moment, silence reigned again.
Then Nyaruko slowly lowered her crowbar, her cheeks puffing as she crossed her arms. “Hmph. Fine. But don’t let me catch you staring at any of them.”
Kaguya flicked open her fan with a sharp snap, hiding the faint blush on her cheeks. “You had better remember your place, husband. Beauty such as ours is unmatched.”
Priscilla’s aura dimmed as she turned away, though her lips curved into the faintest of smiles. “Your tongue is clumsy, but your heart is in the right place.”
Run smirked, leaning closer to Issei with a gleam in her eyes. “Nice save, Darling. You’ll have to work harder to convince me, though.”
Furina exhaled dramatically, turning her nose up. “Hmph. A stumble, but you managed to recover. I’ll allow it—for now.”
Issei groaned inwardly, dragging a hand down his face as he muttered to himself. ‘Man, I almost got killed right there in front of the school. This meeting hasn’t even started yet and I’m already in trouble…’
Still, as they walked deeper into the empty campus, the girls seemed to press closer around him, each secretly pleased by his desperate reassurance.
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The student council office smelled faintly of ink and paper, the warm yellow glow of lamps illuminating stacks of forms that seemed to multiply no matter how quickly they were signed. Behind the heavy oak desk sat Sona, her posture straight, her glasses catching the light as she flipped through another report. Around her, the members of her peerage, her fellow council members, were busy shuffling papers, stamping forms, and quietly discussing details of school matters.
It was quiet, disciplined, and efficient. Until a knock rattled the door.
“Who is it?” Sona called, her tone clipped but calm.
From the other side came a familiar voice. “Uh… it’s Hyoudou Issei. I’m here like you asked.”
Sona’s eyes narrowed. She set down her pen deliberately, and the members of her peerage instinctively shifted closer behind her, forming a protective arc. The atmosphere in the room sharpened.
“…Enter,” Sona said at last.
The door creaked open, and in stepped Issei—looking nervous but trying to stand tall. And he wasn’t alone.
A flood of women trailed behind him, each distinct, each radiating some strange aura. Sona’s sharp violet gaze flicked from one face to the next. Too many new girls were added as they were not the same group she had observed the night before. Immediately her mind raced to identify them, to categorize their powers. But two of them in particular drew her attention as the concealment magic wrapped around them, faint but deliberate. Someone did not want their true nature exposed.
Her lips pressed into a thin line.
And then her gaze landed on her. The fallen angel who had tried to kill Issei not long ago—now standing in a maid’s uniform, walking and acting like a servant.
Sona’s tone snapped like ice. “You’re late.”
Issei winced, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile. “S-Sorry! Something came up… we had to, uh, deal with a few things before coming.” His laugh was awkward, but genuine. ‘Man, of all the times to show up with a crowd this big…’
Sona adjusted her glasses, unimpressed. “Your group seems to have grown.”
Before Issei could stammer an answer, Kaguya stepped smoothly in front of him, her crimson eyes narrowing with aristocratic steel. “They were occupied with other matters last night and couldn’t help us deal with the trash that attacked us last night.” Her fan snapped shut with a decisive clack, her authority filling the room.
Sona’s brows furrowed. ‘So she thinks she speaks for him? Interesting.’
Meanwhile, the new girls began whispering among themselves, their eyes roaming over Sona and her peerage.
Furina tilted her head, her mismatched eyes gleaming with intrigue. “These are devils? They look… terribly ordinary. Where are the horns, the claws, the flames of hell?”
Run leaned closer to Nyaruko, smirking. “Seriously, they just look like honor students. This is supposed to be scary?”
Karura’s golden eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms. “If these are devils, then they do not appear very strong. They don’t even feel like proper warriors. They’re not what I imagined at all.”
Even Lala blinked, as she inspected them from a different angle. “Curious. Their presence is faint, almost deliberately hidden.”
The whispers, though hushed, carried easily across the tense room.
Sona’s eye twitched. Her patience frayed, and she turned her gaze directly on Issei.
He caught it immediately, his face paling as he waved his arms frantically. “H-Hey, guys, cut it out! Don’t judge the people right in front of you! You don’t know what they’re capable of.”
The room fell quiet, all eyes shifting back to Sona.
She inhaled slowly, letting the moment stretch before she spoke again. “…Please. Sit down. We should begin our talk.”
Issei exhaled in relief, guiding his group toward the chairs provided. The new girls still murmured to themselves as they took their seats, while the older ones—Nyaruko smirking mischievously, Kaguya sitting stiff-backed like royalty, Priscilla calm as stone, and Evangeline lounging with a smirk—settled into place with practiced ease.
Sona folded her hands over her desk, her violet eyes sharp as blades.
Finally done. Tell me what you think and if I made any mistakes. What do you think this meeting will be about? Hopefully it turned all right. Like always this commission was brought to you by Deus Ex Mima. So be sure to thank him.
Comments
Miguel Armijo
Buen capítulo, quien creen que iniciaría una mini disputa y porque Nyaruko o Kaguya??
Orengeflame
Fixed. Thank You
salv369
Great chapter and the mistake I saw was "Run leaned closer to Yukina", Yukina didn't go with them. Next chapter is going to be ego vs brain with Issei trying to keep the peace and a truce or alliance is made maybe a friendly spar so both side can see each other power.
