12 Holy Scotland 4

Yarden made his way down the stairs and into the hallways. As he did though, he paused.

Faintly, he could an absolutely miniscule demonic aura making its way around the corner.

A moment later, a averagely built brown haired boy with brown hair walked around the corner, a whistle on his lips.

Issei Hyoudou.

Man was his power pitiful. It was so pitiful he couldn't even sense it amongst this school until he was literally less than fifty feet away from him.

Weakest Red Dragon Emperor in history indeed.

Yarden put him out of mind. He had no interest in the Boob Dragon Emperor. 'Poor, poor Ddraig.' Vritra sighed.

It was an inevitable fate. If Ddraig was the Scottish Dragon, things may have been different. But he was merely the Welsh Dragon.

Well, at least he wasn't the dragon of England like Albion. A horrible fate awaited that fool.

Surprisingly, Vritra did not chime in.

Yarden continued his way down the hall and passed by Issei with nary a glance. He was absolutely useless to him. And he was useless when it came to using his abilities, so he didn't notice a single thing odd about him.

Weirdly even, considering he was just wearing a pair of shorts and a hoodie tank top.

Well, he was probably just in his little world fantasizing about boobs like a complete Japanese Virgin instead of motorboating them like a true Scottish Chad.

"Oi, you stop there," green light flared in his peripheral vision, "Don't think I didn't notice you, I feel a familiar presence coming from you, and you're far too strong to be some student here."

Ah right, he forgot. Ddraig covered Issei's ineptitudes for him.

"Ddraig!?" Issei spluttered as Yarden turned around. The brown haired boy was staring at the back of his right hand, a glowing green crest having formed there and where Ddraig's voice echoed out of.

"What do you want Welsh Dragon?" Yarden frowned at the older brown haired teens hand, "I'm busy here, I don't have time to hang around you and your weak host."

He actually did. But again, he had zero interest in Issei. Less than zero actually. He didn't specifically have anything against the guy. He just found everything about him mind numbingly stupid.

And that was coming from someone that could be classified at least partly insane. He was Scottish enough to admit it.

"Hey, hey that's harsh dude! I'm not that weak!" Issei spluttered, and went ignored.

"Don't worry, I have no interest in picking a fight and losing this host of mine so early, sometimes a fool like this is a nice change of pace," Ddraig replied easily, "I was just wondering why I could feel the full presence of Vritra when I know for a fact that tricky guy was split into four pieces so he couldn't break out of his Sacred Gear. He was sealed even before me."

Yarden didn't bother responding, instead he left Vritra do it for him. A pitch black crest appeared on his own hand, "Ddraig, it has been a long time, has it not? I was so very surprised to hear the Christian God managed to seal you and Albion as well," Vritra greeted the Red Dragon Emperor, "As for why I have awakened, let us say due to a mishap and the vast power of another dragon alongside the fact my own host has managed to obtain two of my Sacred Gear's, I have awakened and soon will be more powerful than ever."

"Is that so?" Ddraig hummed, before chortling, "Well, I do have to compliment you on the strength of your host. That is some real power I can feel from him, he makes the turkey boy my host struggled so hard against look like a gnat in comparison."

Vritra chuckled right back, "Yes well, as luck would have it, I was lucky enough to regain my consciousness within the strongest host that has and ever will possess any of my Sacred Gears," the new Scottish Dragon bragged proudly, surprisingly out of character for him, "He is a hero descendant you see and has the blood of of a god running in his veins and he is now the Queen of the Satan Leviathan."

"Ehhhh!?" Issei's eyes flew wide open and the low level devil stared at Yarden in shocked surprise.

"Ah seriously?" Ddraig grumbled, "You wake up once and get a guy like that. I've been around for who knows how long, had hundreds of hosts and not one has even come close to that. I bet that old bastard cursed me or something for smacking him around."

"I prefer Vritra anyway," Yarden snorted with a shrug and crossed his arms, "No way I'd like to team up with somebody called the 'Welsh Dragon.'

"...Oh for crying out loud." Vritra groaned.

"Ah, what's wrong with me being the Welsh Dragon kid?" Ddraig asked in surprise.

"That it's not Scottish." Yarden scoffed at the obvious answer.

"...Don't mind him Ddraig, this guy just takes Patriotism to whole new levels I didn't even think were possible," Vritra sighed, "He's Scottish to the very bone, hell his literal blood has Scottish divinity. He just doesn't like that you chose Wales over Scotland, but on the bright side of things I suppose, he doesn't want to decapitate you like he does Albion."

Yarden wasn't expecting Ddraig to laugh, "Quite the host you have there, keh!" Ddraig's laughter echoed through the empty hallway, "I didn't choose to be the Welsh Dragon though kid, it was just a title some idiots latched on to me. If the other Scots are as interesting as you, I wouldn't mind being the Scottish Dragon instead."

Yarden blinked, "Huh, maybe you aren't so bad," the Scottish teen mused, "Sadly for you, Vritra is already the Scottish Dragon."

Ddraig snorted, "Since when? I thought he was with the Hindu guys?"

"Was." Yarden smirked, getting another snort of amusement from Ddraig.

"Oi, partner," Ddraig suddenly switched his attention to Issei, "You following this?"

"Kinda...I just wasn't expecting to run into a dude that was apparently on the same level as that super strong, super scary, super big boobied Grayfia lady." Issei gulped.

Yarden's smirk grew.

"You should ask this guy to tag along with you, maybe you'll learn a few things and get stronger like him, you'll need it for the White Guy," Ddraig told him, "You're off to see the priestess girl right? Take him with you."

"Ah, wait...what!?" Issei yelped, "I can''t just drag some big shot like this guy along with me. And you heard him, he has stuff to do, he won't want to come with me to meet Akeno-sa-"

"I'll come." Yarden interrupted him.

"Eh?" Issei gaped at him, "I thought you were busy?"

"I lied," Yarden shrugged, completely without shame, "I suppose I can give you a few tips. Gremory will probably be a little bit grateful to me helping out her pawn and that'll get me some good will with the Lucifer." he explained his reasons.

Also a lie.

He was sold the moment he mentioned going to see Akeno Himejima.

"Er....alright...sir?" Issei gave him a hesitant look.

"Mate, just call me Yarden, that's my name," the Scottish teen snorted, "Besides, I'm two years younger than you, how do you think that'll reflect on Gremory when the Red Dragon Emperor calls me sir?"

"Ah, Right! I can't afford to tarnish Buchou's name!" Issei yelped grasping his face and panicking for a moment. Once he calmed down he shook his head and grinned at the younger teen, "You know Yarden, you're a pretty swell guy!" Issei flashed him a thumbs up and grin.

"I am Scottish after all." Yarden nodded in agreement.