The Wisdom Dragon - a Highschool DxD Story

Ice Cold Blood

"I swear, Vali...it better be worth my fucking time chasing your sorry ass..."

Why hello there! You might be wondering what in the holy fuck I'm doing in the middle of nowhere – actually, I think I'm in Norway, or Iceland, or somewhere in between, flying to the meeting point with the Norse forces to at least hold the Chaos Brigade to a standstill.

Containing the terrorists will prove beneficial to a future inter-pantheon alliance. To not have problems, I went to Sona before departing and asked her to give me my king piece. Guess I have a peerage now, or at least that's the future goal...kinda want to kick Hyoudou's ass in a Rating Game tho.

But let's kick back and give some context on how we got to this point. Walith, wanna do the honors?

Child...*sigh*

Flashback

"Rossweisse?"

"We need your help!"

"Let me guess, Chaos Brigade?"

"You can bet on it! Baldur-sama and Heimdall-sama barely escaped an ambush by Cao Cao and his goons, not to mention Loki-sama switched sides and broke inside Asgard's prison!"

"The fucker did WHAT? Is Kuroka safe?"

Unbeknownst to the Three Factions, I had given Kuroka a place to stay under Baldur's protection, something the god accepted to repay me for liberating him from his curse.

In exchange, she became an undercover agent, and the documents regarding her status were kept secret in a cell in Asgard's prison only she and I had access to. If Loki busted in, then Kuroka was busted herself.

I won't delve into the benefits and details of our cooperative relationship, to keep it as far from R-18 as possible.

"About that. We kinda lost contact with-"

"Say no more. We Three Factions have our hands tied, but I'm the Wisdom Emperor of Dragons, I'll work around it."

"Are you sure you can?"

Talking from behind a stash of sake bottles, Azazel voiced his opinion. "I mean, you're, officially speaking, a low-class Devil under one of the most prestigious Devil Clans of the Underworld."

"Gabriele? Are you with someone?"

"Nobody of importance, just some feathery cunt who bumped his head one too many times."

"OI!"

"Don't worry Rossie. I'll be there in a couple of days, tell Brunhilde and Goll I said hi."

"BAKA! Don't call me like that!"

"Like what?"

"Ahh! I can hear the smirk on your face!"

"See ya, Rossie."

"Hmph!" Click.

"You gotta catch them all, or what?"

"You shush, dickface. Gotta go to Sona, can you call Ajuka for me?"

"Yeah, I'll see. Also, fuck you."

"Right back at ya."

Flashback End

So we set everything and now I'm an high-class devil, king piece of a still empty peerage, bout to kick ass in this – I was going to say God-forsaken place, but God's dead anyway.

Gee, never a quiet moment.

As I was contemplating on my life choices which led me to this very same moment, Walith spoke again.