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"....."
A heavy silence filled the air as Mika and the White Dragon Emperor stared at each other.
"Forget it," the White Dragon Emperor said, turning to leave. "My mission was to stop Kokabiel. If I fight you because of him, wouldn't I be no better 'warmonger' than he is?"
Rias and her peerage breathed a sigh of relief. A confrontation with the White Dragon Emperor was something they wanted to avoid. He was incredibly dangerous.
Just as he was about to depart, a voice, filled with challenge, called out.
"Ignoring me, are you—White one?" It was Issei, Boosted Gear glowing on his left hand. They realized it was Ddraig—the Red Dragon Emperor's spirit—speaking through him.
"So you're awake, Red one," the White Dragon Emperor replied, the gem on his armor glowing—Albion, the White Dragon's spirit, responding.
'The two Dragons are communicating,' Rias realized.
"To think we'd meet again under such circumstances."
"Well, our paths are destined to cross eventually. Such—interruptions are inevitable."
"However, white one, your hostility seems less intense than before."
"And yours as well, Red one."
"It seems we both have other interests now."
"Indeed. I'm going to enjoy myself for a bit. A little—recreation. Farewell, Ddraig."
"Indeed. Such diversions can be entertaining. Until next time, Albion."
With their exchange concluded, the two Dragons fell silent.
The White Dragon Emperor turned to leave—then ascended into the sky, vanishing from sight.
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"It seems Issei's rival has joined the Fallen Angels," Rias remarked, observing his departure. "I need to inform my brother immediately."
"I'll handle that," Grayfia said, materializing beside them.
"Grayfia! When did you arrive?" Rias asked, startled.
"Just now." She turned to Mika. "Excellent work, Mika. Your strength rivals that of an Ultimate-class now. I believe your future is limitless." She nodded and vanished.
Mika smiled at her praise, but his earlier excitement had faded. He had just sensed a power far surpassing Kokabiel's—a power that wasn't uncommon in this world...
"This world is dangerous. I can't afford to be careless," he thought, his expression turning serious.
Rias and her peerage, however, were still celebrating their victory over Kokabiel.
Just then, the Student Council arrived.
"Thank you, Mika," Sona said. "Without you, we would have been in serious trouble."
"It was my duty," Mika replied with a wave of his hand.
Sona smiled and turned to Rias. "You all fought hard. We'll handle the rest." She was referring to the cleanup.
Mika and Kokabiel's battle had nearly destroyed Kuoh Academy. Sona and her peerage would restore it.
For Devils with their unique abilities, it was a relatively simple task. However, given the extent of the damage, it would still take time and effort.
"Let's head back and get some rest," Rias said, leading her peerage away. They were all exhausted after the night's battle. After exchanging farewells, they left the academy.
——
With Kokabiel's defeat, life at the Occult Research Club returned to normal, though with one notable addition: Xenovia.
Having lost her faith after learning of God's death—she had joined Rias's peerage, becoming a reincarnated Devil.
Rias was delighted. Xenovia was no average Holy Sword wielder. She was a natural-born wielder of Durandal, a blade on par with Excalibur. Such a talented individual was a valuable asset. She bestowed upon Xenovia a Knight piece.
However, despite her new position, Xenovia continued to live at Mika's apartment, working as a maid. She claimed she wanted to experience a new life. Neither Mika nor Rias objected.
They all welcomed her warmly.
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"Another celebration!" The familiar scene unfolded within the Occult Research Club.
Mika—watching them celebrate, smiled.
"Such a happy life—Unfortunately, I'll be leaving soon. And who knows when I'll return?" He shook his head, recalling the upcoming events.
He knew that the Devils, Angels, and Fallen Angels were on the verge of a truce. And during that crucial meeting, a major incident would occur, involving Satan-class beings.
Without Satan-class power—he would be of little use. Furthermore, this incident would trigger a series of events, leading to the emergence of even more powerful beings and greater threats.
He needed more power to protect those he cared about.
And that power couldn't be found in this world.
"To survive in this world, to protect those I care about, I need to reach at least the Satan class—Super Devil—or even Dragon God-class." He looked at his celebrating companions.
He would become stronger.
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"Is this the New world?" Mika looked around at the ruined—desolate landscape, an ancient Greek-style structure, crumbling and overgrown with weeds.
The ground was scarred and uneven—a testament to some past battle.
"..." He usually appeared near the protagonist, but this place seemed deserted.
Just as his confusion grew, his memories returned.
"This world...." He pressed his hand to his forehead, a strange smile playing on his lips. The starry expanse within his mind had revealed his new identity:
Mika—a young man from Japan who had traveled to Greece, seeking to become a Saint.
He was in the world of Saint Seiya.
"Saint Seiya… I'm quite lucky this time," he chuckled.
He knew this world was even more dangerous than High School DxD.
The [Gold Saints]—capable of moving at the speed of light, possessed Planet-Destroying power.
Such strength surpassed even the Gods and Satans of the High School DxD world.
And that was just the entry level for [Seventh Sense Saints].
"Unlike other power systems, the power of [Cosmo] is purely for combat.
Therefore—Saints can often defeat opponents far above their level."
"And that…is precisely what I need." He clenched his fists.
The world of Saint Seiya was ideal for training. It was far...far dangerous than the world of High School DxD.
Its dangers were always world-ending threats: Poseidon flooding the Earth, Hades dragging humanity to the Underworld.
And against such threats—there was always someone stronger to protect them, namely—Athena.
Besides the Gods—the other powerful beings in this world, the Saints—rarely targeted ordinary humans.
Their battles were against each other.
Therefore, as long as he avoided trouble—Mika would be relatively safe. If the sky fell, Athena would hold it up.
He offered a silent prayer to the goddess. "May the Goddess protect me."
Looking around at the desolate landscape—he realized what day it was: the day Seiya and Cassios would battle for the [Pegasus Cloth].
That was why the other Saints-in-training were absent; they were watching the duel. After all, for them, acquiring a [Cloth] was paramount.
It was the symbol of a true Saint.
He headed towards the arena. Such a spectacle couldn't be missed.
——
He reached the arena just as the battle was about to begin. Seiya and Cassios stood facing each other, ready to fight for the [Pegasus Cloth].
They had each won nine battles; the victor of this final duel would claim the Cloth and become a true [Saint].
"To become a Saint…" Mika murmured, looking at the crowd. They were all powerful warriors from around the world, their physical abilities pushed to the peak of human potential.
In the outside world, their strength would have brought them wealth and status. But here, in Sanctuary, they were mere candidates.
Due to Sanctuary's reputation, countless warriors flocked there, making the competition fierce.
Unlike Hyoga and Shiryu, who would acquire their Cloths through different means, those in Sanctuary had to fight for them.
Perhaps this was because there were so many candidates for the Pegasus Cloth.
In this world—everyone had a guardian constellation, and the only Cloth one could truly wield was the one corresponding to their constellation.
Otherwise, it wouldn't recognize them. Both Seiya and Cassios were candidates for Pegasus. And only one could claim the Cloth.
"I wonder…what Cloth is meant for me?" Mika suddenly thought.
If he wanted to gain power in this world, he would eventually have to walk the path of a Saint. But he wasn't sure if he even had a guardian constellation.
In this world, the source of power was [Cosmo]—the latent cosmic energy within every human. The universe had been born from a Big Bang billions of years ago, and every human was, in essence—a microcosm of that event.
True Saints could channel this [Cosmo], unleashing superhuman powers. Therefore, it wasn't the Cloth that determined a Saint's strength—but their [Cosmo].
While it was unique to this world, Mika wasn't concerned. Based on his experiences, he would naturally acquire the ability to wield it upon arriving.
He already had the potential.
However, he wasn't sure if he had a guardian constellation. If he did, it should have been part of his new identity. But he knew nothing about it.
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