The Delinquent's Grand Order

Get your Wyverns out of my France

Everyone took to watching both girls arguing like kids in class rather than a wyvern-infested France. The horns on the both of them signaling their nature as they bickered in a way that left the lot of them questioning how to go about stopping them.

Mozart twisted and fell to his side as Marie tried helping him up. "What's wrong, Mozart?!"

"Even the muses can't forgive this. The cacophony of noise the both of them are giving off is destroying my ears!" Mozart complained, yet the pain seemed genuine as his body shivered in on itself.

Mash looked sorry for the musician. "Being one of the greatest musicians comes with weaknesses like this," she commented, noting down this information in the possibility something similar could happen.

To save him from a fate worse than death, Keiji jumped down to meet the horned duelists. "I have no clue what the both of you are arguing about, but is this really the time? There's wyerns, an edgy Saint and her peanut gallery, not to mention you've been giving the musician an anyeruism."

"And how is it my fault?! It's this Japanese rat dragon to blame! She started it!"

Mozart screamed even more, rolling around and bending his ears against his hands to minimize the horrors he was hearing. "Beethoven must be so thankful he's deaf! Such noise can't be made to continue!" Mozart begged, needing someone to save him.

"Sacre Bleu," Jeanne muttered.

The one in the kimono laughed. "Don't you see, you delusional freak. There's no way you can sing or get at you want. It's better used as a weapon than entertainment. I'm sure it's why those wyverns all fled. That Saint with the dragon-slaying sword should be fine to deal with them."

'A Saint? That sounds like St George!' Jeanne thought, even more hopeful as he was a Heroic Spirit suitable to deal with dragons..

But the both of them persisted in ranting at one another. The futility of words making Keiji resort to an answer they both could understand: power.

The presence of a superior dragon forced them to behave, tightening under his potent strength. The air became cruel, suffocating them as even a drop of his true power was an ocean of tar from them, little way to move when submerged in it. Although focusing on the two dragons, the effects carried to the rest of them.

Artoria felt something tingle in her body as his strength poked out. 'Not only is it dense, it resonates this much. I'll ask Master when this Singularity is completed.'

Mash feeling even more resolved to be his Shielder as Keiji was proving that he was in another league of his won, gripping her shield tightly and trying to calm herself from the growing intensity while Yu felt her instincts roused even more. The mana around him already feeling like something belonging to a high-tier god, dense and covered in many layers, each one feeling heavier than the last.

"Great, that got your attention. Now can the both of you just cut it out? I know you're both dragons, but could you just get along?!" Keiji told the both of them, much preferring to talk some sense into them than throw hands. He didn't choose delinquent life, delinquent life chose him.

"W-well, I suppose if the Deerlet is asking for this, then you'll be happy to know that I can be much better than that Berserker."

Said Berserker felt a tick mark grow on her forehead. "It seems your thoughts are just as twisted as your horns," she said, turning to meet Keiji. "Ignore her. I'm Kiyohime, I'd be more than happy to have you as my Master," Kiyohime added, looking a bit more than 'happy' about the prospect of being a Servant under him.

"Hey, that's not fair! I wanted him! He's obviously the super-duper Master I've been looking for!" Elizbeth complained, with her and Kiyohime quickly falling into another argument that had Mozart more in disbelief that he stopped rolling around in pain.