"DXD: Transfer Student"Chapter 161: Trouble Brews Again
Rias drew a deep breath and rose to her feet.
Draconis squeezed her hand—a subtle signal: relax, you've got this.
It wasn't all on her, anyway. Sona Sitri would be reporting alongside her. As long as they laid out the facts, they'd be fine.
Rias steadied herself and began, recounting the fallen angel attack in measured, clear tones.
Sona chimed in, adding details where needed. The three faction leaders listened, each with their own reactions—some sighing, some frowning, some quietly thoughtful.
"That's the full account," Rias finished, her voice steady but her relief obvious. "Everything my peerage and I experienced."
She'd done her part. But the room's tension only deepened.
"Thank you, Rias."
Sirzechs nodded, then turned to Azazel, the fallen angel governor.
"Your thoughts, Azazel? After hearing her report, what does the fallen angel camp have to say?"
All eyes shifted to the black-haired governor.
Azazel grinned, fearless. "Kokabiel—one of our top operatives—went rogue. Acted without orders, not just from me but from the entire central committee. I sent the White Dragon Emperor to clean up his mess."
Serafall Leviathan scoffed. "That's all? He nearly leveled the city. My sister almost got killed."
Azazel shrugged, palms up. "He's been sentenced to eternal freezing in the deepest pit of hell. Not coming back. You should have the full report in your archives."
Michael sighed. "You always keep things so perfunctory. But tell me, do you personally want to avoid further conflict?"
Azazel's answer was blunt. "I hate war. Kokabiel's always ragged on me for it—you know that as well as I do."
Sirzechs and the others relaxed, if only a little.
Draconis watched Azazel, bemused. The fallen angels were infamous for chaos and excess—worse than devils, in some ways. Yet their leader was… a professional slacker.
Sirzechs pressed on. "Then why have you spent decades collecting Sacred Gear wielders, Azazel?"
Michael chimed in, "I thought you were building an army. When you recruited the White Dragon Emperor, we were all on edge."
Azazel rolled his eyes. "Research, that's all. We long-lived monsters need hobbies, don't we? If you're worried, I'll send you my data."
He sounded genuinely aggrieved. "I never planned to start a war. I'm happy with how things are—and I stay out of human politics. Honestly, my reputation's the worst among us, isn't it?"
"Obviously," Sirzechs said.
"Absolutely!" Serafall agreed.
Michael and both Maou nodded in perfect sync.
Draconis couldn't help but smirk. Trust issues, much?
Azazel looked bored, picking at his ear. "Tch… You're all as much trouble as God and the old Lucifer. Fine, let's sign this peace treaty already. That's what you wanted, right? I'm in."
His agreement drew visible relief from the room.
Everyone had expected the fallen angels to be the toughest nut to crack. Kokabiel's rampage had cast doubt on Azazel's intentions—was it really just a rogue act, or something more sinister?
But Azazel's stance seemed genuine.
With all three sides in agreement, the peace treaty was set. Next up: signatures, divine and demonic seals, the whole ceremony.
Draconis watched the leaders move into position, but he couldn't relax.
Something felt off. He couldn't put his finger on it, but his Sacred Gear—the Aegis of Benevolence—was on edge, as if sensing a threat.
He trusted its instincts, so he stayed alert.
After all, secrecy only went so far. With so much drama leading up to this, some leak was inevitable. If any troublemakers were going to crash the party, now was the time.
Draconis scanned the room—the Maou, the Archangel, Azazel. No one seemed out of sorts.
He glanced at Michael's angelic companion, then at Vali, the White Dragon Emperor.
Vali, sensing Draconis's gaze, looked up and met his eyes. He smiled, just a little.
Draconis nodded back, mind racing.
Was he just being paranoid?
The three leaders extended their hands. The contract lay before them, waiting for their marks.
And then—
A sudden, unnatural power swept through the room. The air shimmered, then fractured like glass.
Space itself shattered.
Draconis, already on guard, reacted instantly. Holy and demonic power fused in a flash. The Aegis appeared, golden light erupting to shield everyone present.
The protection of the Virtuous Monarch.
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