While news of Kokabiel's mad plot—his theft of the Holy Swords, his attempt to annihilate Kuoh Town, and his brazen bid to kill the sisters of the Devil Kings—spread like wildfire, another rumor ignited even greater shock: a Fallen Angel cadre had been crushed by a mere human.
The three realms reeled.
For all their power, the Underworld, Heaven, and the Fallen Angels had never expected such chaos. The higher-ups pieced together what had really happened during Rias's Rating Game: her sudden mastery of the Holy Sword, the mysterious edge her peerage displayed. The conclusion? Nangong Shuo—the very human now at Rias's side—was no ordinary bystander. He was the true wielder of the Star Holy Sword.
And now, every major faction had their eyes locked on him.
In the Underworld's grand palace, the Four Devil Kings convened in a rare emergency session.
Sirzechs Lucifer.
Serafall Leviathan.
Ajuka Beelzebub.
Falbium Asmodeus.
They sat in a circle, tension thick in the air, dissecting the events in Kuoh Town.
Sirzechs laid out the truth: Rias's fiancé was none other than Nangong Shuo, the mysterious youth behind her peerage's transformation. He recounted the real story of the Rating Game, from Shuo's behind-the-scenes training to Rias's sudden leap in power.
Ajuka stared, dumbfounded. "Wait, you're telling us Rias reached that level in just seven days under this kid's guidance?"
Sirzechs allowed himself a small, knowing smile. "That's exactly what happened. I was as surprised as you."
Serafall, always the doting sister, pouted. "Wow, little Rias-chan really found herself a powerhouse boyfriend! No wonder she's gotten so strong. Poor Sona, though—she must be feeling left behind!"
Her mood shifted in an instant, icy fury flashing across her face. "And Kokabiel—how dare he hurt Sona-chan! Next time I see Azazel, that old crow's getting an earful!"
The others exchanged weary glances. Serafall's "sister complex" was legendary.
Falbium rumbled, "Let's focus. The three-way summit is coming up. This incident changes everything."
Meanwhile, in the Fallen Angels' headquarters, Azazel looked down at the corpse Vali had delivered, his expression a mixture of exasperation and resignation.
"Sigh… I can already hear the grilling I'll get at the summit." He turned to Vali, curiosity sparking in his eyes. "So, after seeing that human up close again, what's your impression?"
Vali's lips curled in a thin smile. "He's fascinating. When I first met him, he was barely at Mid-Class Devil level. Now he's Satan-class. Frankly, I can't wait for our fight."
Azazel grinned, a glint of anticipation in his gaze. "If you're this interested, I guess I'll have to meet him myself."
While gods and kings debated his fate, Nangong Shuo was fighting a different battle—being dragged on a shopping spree by a horde of girls.
Down the bustling streets, they drew stares from all sides. Men shot Shuo daggers of envy—surrounded by beautiful girls, the luckiest "riajuu" alive. Women eyed the girls with open admiration. Shuo, for his part, was running on fumes. Being flanked by energetic beauties was a dream come true—until you realized what shopping with girls really meant.
What started as a simple trip to buy clothes for Xenovia and Irina soon spiraled into chaos. Before he knew it, they'd stormed into a lingerie boutique.
Shuo hesitated at the entrance, but with all his women inside, he steeled himself. Someone had to "protect" them. (Definitely not because he was a pervert. Absolutely not.)
Inside, Shuo was floored. So many styles, colors, and—was that even legal? He'd clearly been missing out.
As the girls browsed, Xenovia suddenly thrust a glossy catalog of racy panties under his nose.
"Shuo, which of these do you like?" she asked, face utterly serious.
He blinked. "Uh… Xenovia, what are you—?"
Irina, cheeks blazing, snatched at the catalog. "Hey! Why are you showing him that stuff all of a sudden?"
Xenovia answered, perfectly deadpan, "I'm just trying to understand my future husband's preferences. If he sees underwear he likes, there's a higher chance of a 'panty-peek' incident. That brings men and women closer, which increases the odds of us having a child together."
A beat of stunned silence.
Everyone facepalmed. "That's… not how that works, Xenovia!"
They scattered, each girl searching for her own style, leaving Shuo's mind reeling.
Just as he tried to regain his composure, Xenovia grabbed his arm and dragged him into a fitting room.
"Xenovia, you're not seriously planning to make a baby in here, are you?" Shuo joked, though her reputation made him wary.
She looked at him, eyes bright. "You want to?"
He choked. Xenovia pressed on, her voice unwavering. "Now that God is gone, I want a child of my own. I'm satisfied with you, Shuo. Please, let's have a baby."
She wrapped her arms around him, her body clad only in delicate lingerie, skin pale and flawless. Shuo, who hadn't tasted intimacy in ages, felt his resolve snap.
He quietly cast a soundproofing spell, his hand sliding to her waist, the other tilting her chin. Xenovia's cheeks burned crimson, but she didn't pull away.
Shuo leaned in and kissed her.
Half an hour later, they emerged, hand in hand.
"Let's go, or the others will start looking for us," Shuo whispered.
Xenovia nodded, her face still flushed.
They found Rias and the others searching the aisles.
"Shuo, where did you and Xenovia disappear to? We've been looking everywhere," Rias said, her tone equal parts annoyed and suspicious.
Shuo scratched his head, grinning sheepishly. "Just helping Xenovia pick out some underwear. Sorry!"
Rias rolled her eyes but let it go. With their selections made, the group finally headed home.
Back at the house, Koneko found her way to Shuo's room, eyeing him with a mixture of jealousy and accusation.
"Pervert-senpai, you totally did it with Xenovia, didn't you?"
Shuo laughed. "Sharp as ever, Koneko-chan. You sensed the change in Xenovia's scent, huh?"
Before she could protest, he swept her into his arms.
"Mmph! Pervert-senpai, you—"
She tried to wriggle free, but Shuo silenced her with a gentle kiss. When he finally let go, Koneko slumped against his chest, breathless and dazed.
Curled up in his embrace, she whispered, "Nangong-senpai… do you really like me?"
Shuo's gaze softened. "Koneko-chan, I've always liked you. Haven't you noticed?"
He stroked her silver hair, voice low and sincere.
"But I…"
"Koneko, no matter what your past holds, I'll always be here for you. Will you tell me your story?"
Koneko fell silent. After a long pause, she nodded.
She was a rare Nekomata, orphaned young, raised with her sister Kuroka. Adopted by the Naberius family, she'd watched her sister's power spiral out of control, their master killed in the chaos. Branded as criminals, hunted by devils, Koneko had only survived because Rias intervened at the last moment, saving her from execution and bringing her into her peerage.
She feared the power inside her, resented her sister, and longed for closure.
But now, wrapped in Shuo's arms, she felt—for the first time—a little less alone.
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