83 Chapter 83: Dragon Attack

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I was not going to lie, but riding on Tiamat's back was quite a comfortable experience. The scales were hard yet did not hurt my butt as much as I expected them to. If I was a braver, — or dumber — man, I would've complimented her soft scales. The dragon flew across the sky with breakneck speed, each of her wing flaps pushing away the clouds for miles on end. Even Vritra commented how different she flew compared to him.

Lacking any subtlety or grace he showed in his life, literally paving a path across the sky visible to anyone. It did not help that each wing flap was as loud as a jet engine. Even my ears turned numb at the beginning, thankfully she reached a high enough altitude that allowed her to temporarily glide for most of the way. 

"Imbecility at its worst, a high and mighty dragon like me reduced to a mode of transportation. If Ddraig were to see me like this or even Albion, both would have cackled at my expense. The mighty Tiamat… mother of dragons and strongest Dragon King no less." She grumbled under breath for the past hour, sour over how he called her over an emergency she believed to have been a great battle between me and some opponent powerful enough that it forced me to summon her. "Now I have two brats on my back thinking they order me around for a stupid mission to find that greek smithing goddess, who's probably dead by now." 

"He's a guy, y'know."

"Whatever."

Yup, she was definitely sour on many levels, I was surprised how we were still alive and not burned to a crisp, or torn to pieces or just dead in general. Yep, "we" as I was not alone on this trip. 

"Hahahaha! She's certainly quite scary, don't you think so?" By my side was none other than Rias famous cousin, someone who is known throughout the underworld as being one of — if not — the strongest Devil in their generation. "This is my first time riding on a dragon's back, it feels so very different from riding a Nemean lion! I wonder if Tiannin will accept me riding on his back if I ask him?" 

I doubted ANY dragon for the most part enjoyed having people on their backs use them as a mode of transportation. Unless you were sweet Asia, fat chance. They were creatures of great pride. They would sooner kill you before you ever finish the question, then ever consider the thought of letting someone ride them. I was convinced Asia could turn out to be an existence as terrifying as Sirzechs if she managed to harness that power of cuteness and sincerity of hers.

She could possibly end up being the final boss if we were not careful. 

Anywho, he certainly was quite happy and excited to be here, talking through the entire journey nonstop about various topics which I stopped paying attention to a while ago. It was super awkward nonetheless to sit next to him the entire time without talking much aside saying yes and nodding to his words from time to time. Friendly, smiling every time, laughing for no reason and calling me a friend when we barely knew each other… Was this the first real ryaju I met in my life here? If I hadn't known about Kiba's past life and the trauma he went through, then he would have become a close second candidate. 

"Ah, where are my manners? My name is Sairaorg Bael, you must be Hikigaya Hachiman! I heard a lot about you from my cousin, she told me so many stories about you that today's meeting made me very excited! Even Madgaran talks about you, especially the stunt you pulled back during the Rating Game between Rias and Riser." Well he certainly was quite informed. But then again, that event was broadcasted for most of the Underworld to see, including important figures of the Underworld so him seeing it made sense. It would have been quite weird if the oldest heir of the Bael clan had no idea of what happened back then. 

"You already introduced yourself to me, a couple of times actually." I said dryly, keeping my attention in front where there wasn't much to see but it certainly beat having eye contact with this fellow. "Can I ask… why are you here? Not that I don't appreciate your help even if we just meet, but this mission was supposed to be mostly solo on my end. I kinda expected someone like you to have more important things to do than accompanying me on this  quest from another pantheon." 

"Hahaha! I can understand your confusion, Hikigaya." He guffawed, patting me on the back. Unfortunately, it felt like a direct impact from a sledge hammer with how much he put into it!

"Oof!" I nearly went flying over my seat and was only able to not fall off the speeding dragon due to grabbing onto one of Tiamat's scales. Seeing his mistake, Sairaorg swiftly came to pull me back up 

"Sorry about that, I tend to forget to hold back enough when I'm in a jovial mood. Hope I didn't break anything by accident?" 

"... Are you a Super Devil or something? Just how strong are you?" Like I knew the guy was powerful, but nearly having my body sent hurtling through the air made me wonder how outrageous he was. Rias was right about him, he made Koneko look like a frail girl! 

"Hahahaha! I guess you can call me that, but I'm nowhere near the likes of the Maous." I wasn't even trying to compare him to those people! And yes, I knew the title of a Super Devil now only belonged to Sirzechs, but I couldn't help myself from making the comparison.  "And to answer your question, well, I should thank you first."

"Hm?" 

"No need to act ignorant, I got word from my… father that you were going to have a Senjutsu master try to heal my mother — Misla Bael."

"Oh, yeah," word traveled fast, it had not even been a full day since Sirzechs told me about the condition for Kuroka's case and what she needed to do after getting her crimes removed. If the girl were to fail to show any progress with healing his wife then there was a large possibility that her status as a criminal would get reinstated. It was very much unlikely, Sirzechs did mention how vicious the Bael head could be at times, though not as bad as Zekram. "You don't need to thank me about this, I'm not the one who is going to do the healing, I suck at it. Just show your gratitude to Kuroka, something tells me she is not used to gratefulness from others."

"You have my word that I will repay this kindness." He answered with a determined face, clenching his hand with a hint of frustration showing on his face. "My mother has been in a coma for years, no matter who we brought to heal her sickness… no one was capable. Even if Senjutsu fails to help her, I will be forever grateful to you and the Nekoshou for at least trying to help my mother."

I waved his words off, starting to feel a little embarrassed by this show of gratitude, "Again, don't say such words to me. Kuroka is the main star here and I'm just a simple bystander that is trying to get it to happen. Besides, I'm sure Senjutsu will show some results, as someone who has been on the receiving end of Senjutsu healing, it is a miracle I tell you. No magic or potions I've seen so far can replicate its effects on both the mind, soul and body. Phoenix tears come close but those are just for physical injuries rather than illnesses."

Sairaorg nodded his head in agreement, already knowing the drawbacks of Phoenix tears. 

"Indeed, at one point in the past, my father had my mother drink Pheonix tears every day for a month, but there was no success. We figured her root cause must be something deeper and more ingrained to her soul or mind. Also, don't be so humble, if you were not there to convince the Maous to talk to my father and suggest to him that Nekoshou can help my mother, then I doubt any of this would have happened."

"Unlikely, I am not a pivitor driving force behind this. At some point, someone would have done the same thing as me, whether it be Rias, Koneko or even the Maous themselves. I have known most of them for many years and despite her fear, Koneko still loved her sister very much — so sooner or later she would have tried to find her and then proceeded to uncover the truth. I just accelerated the process you can say, nothing more and nothing less." 

Heck, if by taking into consideration every event that happened so far, a crazy but plausible course of action played in my mind. If I wasn't here then Rias would have most likely either gone for Saji or Issei. Either of them, despite their eccentric nature — especially for Issei with his pervertedness and obsessions for large breasts— were actually genuinely caring people. Maybe one of them could have gotten close to Koneko and helped her come out of her shell, perhaps even have the Nekoshou speak about her past and so on. They probably would have seen the inconsistency between Kuroka's action as a big sister and the image people gave her as a bloodthirsty criminal.

'Wait, Saji has siblings and cares for them. Maybe he would have suspected something from the beginning if given the chance.' 

Then after a few adventures, power ups, and the power of friendship, this exact situation I found myself in would have happened in the end.

"Not one for compliments or kind words I see? Rias did say you had a tendency to demean yourself despite everything you have accomplished." The black haired Devil said with a helpless smile, rubbing his chin while thinking about something.

Just what did that girl say to him!?

"Anyways, from what I've gathered so far, Olympus experienced a surprise attack out of nowhere. Some of them stated that the invaders could've been the Khaos Brigade." I almost tensed up when he mentioned Ophis's group. He spoke it with familiarity, as if he already knew about them from the beginning. I continued to keep my perfect poker face and let him talk. 

"I'm not sure if you know about this organization, but they have been causing countless incidents across the human and Supernatural world." Of course I knew them, I literally took their leader to the beach a few days ago to relax! I began contemplating my decision to reveal Ophis's existence by my side, Venelana and Shuri all had seen her but no one knew her true identity given she hid her presence and looked nothing more than an innocent child. The last time anyone had seen her, she looked like an old man. 

"I'm sorta familiar with them, my first encounter with one of their members nearly killed me many years ago." 

Confused by my words, the man thought deeply for a few seconds before realization dawned on his face. "Oh, is it the Paris incident?" He stated rather than questioned, probably fully aware of the details. 

"Jeanne. She's the current holder of Blades Blacksmith and is a formidable opponent. I'd still put her slightly above Kiba given the latter just discovered his Balance Breaker while she had years to refine her Sacred Gear. I'm confident at taking her on, but one wrong move and I'll get beheaded or have my heart pierced… again. She's definitely the greatest sword user I have ever met so far." It was not an exaggeration, power wise, I outclassed the girl by far in my Balance Breaker form, there was just no contest even if she went all out — I was certain of it. As for her ability to use the blade, I would not even put Xenovia on her level, the blue haired girl was around Kiba's level. 

But the blonde's skill with the sword, speed and fighting capabilities were above my own, especially her instincts. During the fight with Kokabiel, I relied on Vritra to do most of the heavy lifting as he was a far better fighter than me and had centuries of battle experience. No amount of training I had so far would have me equal to a creature with thousands of years of knowledge and experience. 

Sairaorg let out a small whistle, "That's quite an enemy, not everyday you find someone that good with my weapon in general. Most of the powerhouses in the Underworld rely solely on their magic casting abilities or their clan's natural gifts."

"Okita Souji." I reminded him about Sirzechs's Knight who was a legend himself. I had seen him in pictures and videos where he trained Kiba. Without needing to know much, I was certain that he was one of the most lethal and powerful Devils out there using a sword. 

"Hahaha, true, my peerage also has a few close quarters combatants, I myself am one — not out of choice mind you."

Right… Being born without being able to use the Power of Destruction in a clan like Bael was no different than being born crippled, one could argue that it is even worse. On top of that, having little to no demonic power… I could not imagine the amount of trials and tribulations this man had to go through in his youth, as a toddler who was born in a cruel world where the strong devoured the weak. As heir to the clan serving as nothing but a figure head, which only garnered more scorn and humiliation from the Devils. 

Understanding my silence over his words, he patted my shoulders much gentler than before and made sure to not hurt me. "There is no need to pity me, my friend. I'm sure you are aware of my situation but there is no need to look too deep into it. I was born without powers and became a stain to the family. That is a fact that can't be denied."

"It was not something you could control." I argued, making Sairaorg glance at me with an unreadable expression. 

Finally, he shrugged.

"I can understand where you are coming from, but having the Power of Destruction is not just a powerful ability, but also a symbol of pride that represents the Bael clan. Having my level of demonic power, which is nearly nonexistent, further tarnishes that name."

I sighed, unable to refute his words, it was how the world worked in the end. I myself could not put myself in his shoes any longer as my previously meager amount of power and my general reserves have grown to a ridiculous degree compared to the past. 

Wanting to change the subject, I asked him something else. "I heard from Rias that you know how to use Touki?" I was struggling with this for years and could not rely on my nature to make it grow naturally over time like Koneko, as she was a Nekoshou. 

"Of course!" He raised his fists before having an ethereal white glow cover his hands. "I'm by no means a master of the technique but I try my best to use it." 

"Woah… it looks so different from Koneko's." I could almost feel its weight, like a dense cloud of energy and power waving around in the air so seamlessly. Goosebumps littered my body and I even grew tense just by being near it. I dare say that not even Kuroka's Senjutsu and Touki made me feel so small. I tried to replicate the little progress I made with Touki, but barely a sliver of aura emerged from my hands before disappearing completely. 

The Bael heir frowned, though following that his expression changed drastically. 

"How about this, after this mission is over, I invite you and anyone you want to my place so we can train together. No, I have a better idea, I can teach you how to use Touki!" He exclaimed loudly.

Completely taken by surprise from his proposal, I sat there speechless. With "Why?" being the only word that came out of my mouth. Again, we just met and barely conversed for at most a few hours and the entire time he was doing the talking! I could not understand his thought process.

"What do you mean by 'why'? Take this as another way of repaying you for helping my mother." 

"But we have not even started the process and there is a chance th—" 

He cut me off with a raised tone.

"And! This is also for taking care of Rias. Out of the entire family members, she was one of the few who's been nice to me from the beginning. Other than saving her from the arranged marriage with Riser, you also made her smile more. She is happier and that's all I care about. You're a good man, Hachiman."

No wonder this guy was so popular in the Underworld. Not only was he powerful, but his charisma was off the charts! If I was a girl then I'd be blushing right now… I was already on the verge of that with his compliments. "Thanks… I appreciate that." 

"Hoh, never would I have imagined seeing a Devil with that amount of Ki. I would have mistaken you for a Youkai." Tiamat decided to join the conversation and spoke with her loud rumbling voice. "The number of Devils that have reached such a level are nonexistent for they all relied on Demonic energy or their clan's powers. So to see one of your kind think outside the box and use Touki, I am very much impressed. I wonder how powerful you would have become if magic was to be the path chosen." 

"Heh, getting a compliment from the mother of dragons, you're making me blush, lady Tiamat. Unfortunately, my talent with magic is quite bad. I'm not that good at dealing with the countless different formulas and nearly unending chants." I nodded to his words, magic truly was a pain to master even the basics without talent or a bright mind — especially as a human. Though given Sairaorg wasn't a human, I don't know how the difficulty would vary. Everyone I knew was quite proficient with the spells they casted, heck, even Kiba learned one of my personal spells. "By the way, as the Black Dragon King, how strong are you?" 

I could feel the red flags rising when I heard the hidden excitement in his stone. The man was itching to have a duel with me. Hah, what a drag… 

"Not strong enough to beat you." I told him clearly. "Unfortunately, aside from using my Sacred Gear or having Vritra take care of the matter, my skills are quite mediocre at best. After many years of studying and research, I only managed to master three spells. Though I am familiar with rune magic, it is not to the level of an opponent I fought in the past or the one that taught me it. As for hand to hand or using a bladed weapon, I can keep up with Kiba for a minute or two at best — though I can match him with a spear. Then again, I'm pretty sure that guy has been going easy on me the entire time." 

Training Kendo with Katase and Murayama for a few months and sparring with Kiba from time to time made me good enough to defend myself against blade wielders. With further advice from Vritra I could confidently call myself a competent weapon user. Then Scáthach busted her way into my life and beat a few years worth of experience on using a spear into my brain with brute strength and foul language, with the constant threat of death with each training session.

He gave me a weird look, both visibly confused and curious. "You know, I heard so many stories about the Black Dragon King that I kinda…"

"Expected someone more impressive?" I finished his phrase, not offended in the least as he was right. "Given how my feats have been over exaggerated at times, I usually won through pure luck." 

"What about the Fallen Angel Cadre?" 

"Hmm, it's a bit complicated to explain to you and I would rather keep this information a secret. So let's just say that my Sacred Gear and Vritra were the ones who did most of the fighting." And I didn't even kill the guy, it was Ophis who pinched him out of existence. 

"I see… something tells me you're being a bit too humble." A strange glint flashed across his eyes, a grin formed on his face which sent a chill down up my spine. "How about we see your level through a fight?" He asked eagerly. 

"Humph, I would pay a large chunk of my hoard to see both Vritra and his host get pummeled for having used me as a mere ride." 

Oi, why end my life over such a small thing? No wonder Ddraig tried to avoid her. Aside from the treasure he stole, being on Tiamat's bad side was not a good idea. 

"I would rather not experience another near death experience again. I went through those quite a lot these past few years and I don't want to get tied up in a basement by my protective girlfriend for pulling such a stunt again. She doesn't even know that I'm doing this, so I'm in trouble already when I get back." 

Rias as well, those two would surely join force and lock me up somewhere to keep me safe. 

"Hahahaha! Do not worry, with me by your side, nothing will happen to you." 

"Thanks." Despite being a bonafide ryaju, the guy was a nice person. Honestly, my nervousness from this mission was quite tame in comparison to what I experienced with having Raynare as my partner — that was a nightmare. 

As we continued to talk about miscellaneous subjects, Tiamat started to slow down till she came to a halt on top of a chain of mountains in the middle of nowhere. With no vegetation or even wildlife present, this place was nearly a desert. 

"He is here, I can smell his scent. Hephaestus is lurking within this land, though it is faint, I would recognise the stench of iron and soot anywhere." 

Both Sairaorg and I peered down below, trusting Tiamat's words. "I'd say a perfect place to kidnap a god and hide him from everyone. I don't even see anyone down there, so it must be an underground facility or hidden inside the mountain itself." 

I agreed with him, just getting here took us an hour of flying on the back of a Dragon King whose speed could split the very heavens into two. By that alone made me wonder just how far and remote this place was in the underworld. No one would have been able to find this place without a hint and a pretty damn good one as well. 

"They are a tricky bunch, to have set up a base of operation here is impressive." This reminded me once again about my mission in Ireland, hopefully this wouldn't end up as another cluster fuck. "Even if we see no bounded field or sentries around these mountains, I'm sure there must be a few defensive measures of some kind."

"Alright, what's our approach?" The Bael heir asked, sitting back down on Tiamat's back. "I say we find the entrance and bust inside, hitting them hard and fast. Any enemy we encounter will be surprised by the ambush and will give us a large enough opening to take them down swiftly. All that's left to do will be to find the Greek God, free him up and go back to Lucifaad."

A simple plan, though not without its flaws. 

I spoke soon after, "I'll have to disagree with you on that part, Sairaorg. We barely know anything about this base let alone what awaits us inside. We can't just rush inside without a plan, what if the enemy set up a trap just for us? Or are you prepared for a frontal assault?" With every fiber of my being, I did not want to perpetrate the same mistakes from my last mission. Sairaorg was powerful but so was the enemy. It would be idiotic to underestimate them so easily. "Let's just scout the area first and search for the entrance. I can use my magic to silence our presence and sneak inside without any issues, and make a plan in the process." 

"But if we get spotted before even getting inside, the enemy will have enough time to gather themselves and we lose the element of surprise." He continued to advocate his method of steamrolling inside with brute force. 

"We can even call for reinforcement, now that we have an exact coordinate. I can have Xenovia come along with your peerage."

"You don't think we are enough?" 

"I am confident in my strength and especially yours, but I also refuse to underestimate the enemy. We can be dealing with multiple Ultimate Class Devils here! Do you not understand how difficult it is to not only break into Olympus but also kidnap a God out of everyone right under their nose? That kind of operation requires either multiple powerful entities or one truly overpowered one with a smart planner." 

"Hahaha, you're being too paranoid, my friend. They could have used some magical device or spell to specifically trap Hephaestus." 

We continued to have this back and forth argument. Sairaorg just did not want the subtle approach but rather the opposite while I preferred to play it safe. I agreed that he had a point with what he stated but so did I. Seconds turned into minutes until half an hour passed, and we still could not come to an agreement. 

"—!"

Tiamat shook, her growl sounding more threatning than usual. 

"I have no desire to have you two continue bickering on my back for such a pointless mission. If not descision will be taken now then I will do it myself! I am a Dragon King, not a horse you can sit upon for hours without consequences!" What followed her bellow was a loud roar that rattled my body and mind — just like the first time we met in the familiar forest. 

Woosh!

Gust of wind accumulated around her jaws as a blue coloured magical energy started to form into a small concentrated bead which grew by the second. With the sound that of a high pitched jet engine, making both Sairaorg and I wince with discomfort as we held on firmly onto her back as to not get thrown off. 

"Hahaha, how many centuries has it been since I witnessed Tiamat's power? Observe, partner, for you will see the true might of a real living and breathing Dragon King!" Vritra spoke aloud, clearly thrilled at what was happening. At the corner of my eye, I saw Sairaorg who was showing an equal amount of glee with a grin that stretched across his face. 

"You all are maniacs!" 

My voice was drowned by the noise of winds howling growing stronger and stronger with the small blue bead having grown the size of a giant orb the size of a human. I could feel the heat, any longer then I'd be forced to use my Balance Breaker just to not get burned, my skin was already turning slightly red. Sairaorg showed no such changes as he continued to watch the scene with awe. 

"W-W-Wait! If you fire that then it might injure—"

In a single instant, Tiamat released the energy which turned into a gigantic pillar of light that was fired from her jaws. 

Boom!

The beam struck the mountain before expanding in a large cataclysmic explosion of pure magic and plasma that eradicated anything in its path. It expanded endlessly before engulfing everything, nothing was spared from its clutches. The image of a mushroom cloud a dozens of kilometres in height was forever scarred inside my brain.

'So this is the power of the strongest Dragon King?' It made my Absolute Delete Field look so tiny in comparison, so lackluster and weak that I wondered how terryfying the other Dragon Kings would be in comparison…

Having heard my thoughts, Vritra decided to share of his thoughts. "Do not misunderstand. Not all Dragon Kings are this powerful. Tiannin's breath attack for example is comparable to a falling meteor at full strength, but he still comes second to Tiamat. She is the strongest Dragon King for a reason, I would even say that calling her an unofficial Dragon Emperor is a better alternative."

An unofficial Dragon Emperor? That only made imagine what kind of ridiculous anime protagonist both Vali and Issei would reach sooner or later. For all I knew, Vali could already be at this level, that bastard for all his lust for battle liked to keep his powers hidden. 

"Vritra, do you think…"

"That we will ever reach such a level?" Having guessed my question, he answered, "Did I ever tell you about one of my past hosts having gone toe to toe against her era's White Dragon Emperor?" 

"So she was this powerful?" 

"By sacrificing her own sanity and body, she did reach a level that allowed her to kill Albion's host along sinking a few islands. Though that does not mean a bigger firepower than Albion or Tiamat, rather she utilised each and every ability of the different gears with full mastery by pushing them beyond their limits. You can use these abilities as well but not to her level yet, time and practice will get you there." At the end I heard him chuckle, a bit unusual on his part. "Who knows, given our current case is quite different from what you may call normal — we might even grow to equal the very Dragon Emperors with sheer power alone." 

I laughed, "Yeah, let's stay realistic here for a bit. We still have a long way to go." 

"But you do not deny my claim." 

Of course not, "I trust you, Vritra, if you say you're set on accomplishing something then it's bound to happen." He did so in the past many times and who was I to say that the dragon couldn't do it again?

"Then let's aim for that, partner, together we will grow to equal the likes of Albion and Ddraig. For you have your own dream, this will be mine."

What a crazy dragon, but I promised myself to try my best for him.

"We got company." Sairaorg exclaimed, breaking me from my thoughts as I didn't expect anyone to be left alive from an attack like that! I watched as dozens dots emerge from teleportation circles and start firing spells at us. "This is a good opportunity as any to practice a bit of combat with Touki. Are you ready?" He asked, stretching his muscles and legs. 

"Hah… let's do thiiiiIIIIIS!?" Before I could finish, Sairaorg grabbed my arm and jumped out of Tiamat's back! "Are you crazy!?" I screamed at him. 

"Hahaha! We can fly so it's not a problem!" 

"That's not my point!" 

I was starting to doubt whether having him around was safer or not.

{Break}

"Katerea-sama, we have managed to accumulate over two hundred Celestial Bronze armor. But we are running out of raw materials." 

Inside a dark room, hidden hundreds of meters underground, a Devil subordinate working for the Old Satan Faction came over to one their leader's office to announce his report. Making sure to look as small as possible without saying anything offensive as to make her kill him out of anger. 

"Contact Shalba to send over the materials quick, I have had enough staying in this disgusting rut!" On the other side of the room stood a tall bespectacled woman with a voluptuous figure. She had tan skin with long brown hair tied into a bun with a headpiece holding it in place and blue-gray eyes. Wearing an extremely low-cut purple dress with high slits which exposed a large portion of her breasts and legs to anyone that looked at her.

Despite her personality, many members of the faction fell to her natural charms. Katerea Leviathan was a beauty to behold, constantly the center subject of many members who strive to garner her attention with their devotion to the cause and their strength. Unfortunately so far, no one managed to succeed and a few even died by her hand to those that were bold enough to proposition her — but no one was deterred in gaining her attention.

"As you command!" The subordinate quickly bowed before leaving the area. 

"Ugh, why did I agree to Shalba about looking over this project? I should have let someone else take over, at least then I wouldn't have to live underground like a rodent!" She muttered in anger, growing frustrated over how long she had been cooped up in this mountain. Days of overlooking the production of armors and weapons for their armies had put a strain on her patience. "Soon, Serafall. One day, I'll kill you and take the title of Maou Leviathan for myself. Then, Ophis will become the god of the new world.  The system, the laws, and the doctrine will be constructed by us." 

The image of killing that fake Leviathan brought a sense of euphoria to Katerea who dreamed about reclaiming her rightful throne that was stolen from her. Worse was how these fakers who called themselves Maous were content with ruling over the Underworld whilst leaving the humans alone. "How humiliating, my ancestors' desire was to dominate all under the banner of the Devils, to show everyone how we are the superior race. Yet here we are, turned into a cowardly race that everyone stopped fearing after the war." She said while biting her nails, feeling annoyed at that wannabe magical girl.

"When I get my hands on her, I'm going to shove that fucking wand up her a— 

Boom!

"—!"

The woman fell to the ground when the entire room started shaking violently, the roof and ground cracked as countless alarms from the magic field blarred her senses. 

"What is going on!?" She demanded, the same subordinate from before came running back with a pale face filled with terror. 

"A d-d-d-dragon! W-we're being attacked by a Dragon King!"

"What!?" 

It felt like a bucket of ice cold water was dumped on her body when she heard that. Every trace of fury and displeasure vanished and was replaced with fear. 

Just why was a dragon attacking them!?

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