"DXD: Transfer Student"Chapter 160: The Three-Faction Summit
Back from the shrine, Rias was the first to notice something off about Akeno.
"Why are you so… cheerful?"
Akeno flashed a sly smile. "Ara ara, I was just thinking—I might beat you to having Draconis's child."
She didn't just hint—she went straight for the jugular.
Rias's forehead practically sprouted stress lines. She glared at Akeno, half exasperated, half competitive. "Didn't I tell you to keep your hands off Draconis?"
Akeno shrugged, unfazed. "Hmm? Sorry, but I don't do unfair rules."
Draconis watched their bickering with the calm of someone used to chaos. He slid his arm around Rias's waist and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Let's not sweat the small stuff. Has the time and place for the three-faction summit been nailed down yet?"
Rias shot him a look, cheeks puffed in protest, but she softened quickly—accepting reality, as always.
"It's tomorrow—Tuesday. The school's conference room. It's hush-hush; only trusted members from each faction know."
"Tomorrow already…"
Draconis's gaze dropped. "Rias, once the peace treaty's signed, will things really be safe?"
"Of course. This is the big one—the leaders of all three powers, coming together to end the fighting." Rias glanced at him, puzzled. "What's got you worried?"
"I just doubt it'll be that simple."
He wandered to the window, watching students stroll past the old school building, oblivious to the fact that their campus had once been ground zero for a war that threatened the balance of the three realms.
Xenovia, never one for subtlety, nudged Asia and Koneko. "What's he mean by that?"
Her brain was pure sword muscle—if it wasn't combat, it barely registered.
Koneko, quiet but sharp, answered, "Draconis is worried about other troublemakers stirring things up."
Rias let out a long sigh. "Honestly, I'm more worried about tomorrow's talks. If we can't reach an agreement, those other threats won't matter."
Draconis tilted his head, unconcerned. The summit was locked in; all three sides wanted peace badly enough that the treaty was basically inevitable. At worst, there'd be some squabbling over concessions, but in the end, everyone would sign.
"We'll see tomorrow," he said, eyes flashing gold for a moment.
Still, he couldn't shake the feeling—something weird was bound to happen.
…
The next morning.
Thanks to Student Council President Sona Sitri's careful planning, the old school building was cleared of students. Today's guest list was anything but ordinary: top brass from the angels, devils, and fallen angels, all under one roof.
Knock, knock, knock—
Rias rapped softly on the conference room door.
"Come in."
She led her peerage inside.
Draconis swept the room with a cool gaze. At the center sat a luxurious, custom-made table, surrounded by familiar—and formidable—faces.
The atmosphere was thick with tension; every expression was grave.
On the devil side: Rias's brother, Maou Sirzechs, and his wife, Grayfia—the Queen piece. Next to them sat another Maou, Serafall Leviathan, Sona's older sister. With her twin-tails and youthful looks, Serafall looked more like a cosplayer than a ruler of the underworld.
The angel side was led by Archangel Michael, flanked by two women: one, a classic beauty with a golden halo and white wings; the other, Irina Shidou, the Holy Sword wielder they'd met before.
Xenovia stiffened at the sight of Irina. She'd been reborn as a devil, and seeing her old comrade was… awkward. Irina's gaze was complicated—she hadn't been present for the recent chaos due to injuries, and still thought Xenovia had betrayed the Church. They'd argued before, but just before leaving, Michael had finally told her the truth: God was dead.
She'd blamed Xenovia unfairly.
Draconis's eyes finally landed on the fallen angels' delegation.
The man at their head was sharp-eyed, middle-aged, radiating energy. No need to guess—Azazel, Governor-General of the fallen angels.
Behind him, leaning against the wall with eyes closed, was a young man Draconis recognized: Vali, the White Dragon Emperor.
These were the heavyweights. Asia was visibly anxious, shrinking into herself.
Draconis squeezed her hand and gave her a reassuring smile.
He took his seat beside Rias, who gripped his hand tightly—hers was trembling.
Even the usually composed Rias was rattled. With so much riding on this meeting, nerves were inevitable.
The summit began. Sirzechs spoke first.
"It's an honor to attend this historic summit. Now that we're all here, I believe everyone knows the crucial fact: God is gone."
No one flinched. Even Grayfia, who shouldn't have known, seemed unfazed—clearly, word had gotten around.
"Let's begin…"
The leaders launched into discussion, weighing the current situation.
Since ancient times, the three factions had been locked in war. Now, peace seemed within reach.
Draconis didn't follow all the details—this was three realms' politics, and he'd never left the human world. The devils and angels had made their positions clear; everyone's attention was on the fallen angels.
Azazel, for his part, hadn't said much.
"Rias, would you tell us about your recent experiences?" Sirzechs said, inviting her to speak—signaling that the spotlight was about to shift to the fallen angels.
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