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"Wow~ what an amazing dragon,"
As enemies in the sky were all annihilated, another small figure arrived above the defensive barrier. The sudden girl's voice made Azazel and others—originally observing—instinctively turn their gazes.
That youthful short ponytail, cute girl's face, plus Saikai Academy's uniform school outfit.
No need overthinking—only Nagisa Akatsuki could arrive above the barrier at such times.
"I remember you're..."
Serafall showed a slightly surprised expression after just one glance. Simultaneously, beside her Sirzechs also seemed to recall something.
Both sides had met—yesterday afternoon at the old school building.
Though Nagisa had been sitting facing away from the living room entrance then—couldn't see her full face—due to relatively close positioning, Serafall still remembered.
So since she'd been at the old school building then, meaning also one of Keikain-kun's... harem members?
Serafall felt somewhat surprised.
They'd broken through the defensive barrier from below to ascend. When breaking through, she could clearly feel Bokue had set restrictions on the entire formation.
At minimum, without Maou-class strength, absolutely couldn't come up.
So that meant...
"Ah right, forgot my self-introduction."
Nagisa smiled while making a cute scissors gesture beside her cheek.
"I'm called Nagisa Akatsuki. Currently attending Saikai Academy Middle School Division second year—am Onii-chan's... hehe, anyway am the Fourth Primogenitor desu~"
Fourth... Primogenitor?
"This truly is exaggerated."
Azazel propped up his chin, lightly scratching his short stubble.
Honestly, he now even somewhat pitied those radicals Katerea brought over. Why not come trouble them any other time—had to pick precisely when they'd all gathered at Itogami Island.
Setting aside Bokue plus them three old guys—even relying solely on others, at minimum still had a Fourth Primogenitor above Maou-class.
Plus, that Kuroka-san—from her attitude facing them, strength possibly even exceeded Sirzechs.
Comparatively, radicals besides one former Leviathan descendant—all others without exception were just cannon fodder small fries coming to fill numbers. The type that shattered upon touch.
Simultaneously, Bokue—who'd been riding Ddraig annihilating all radicals in distant sky—now also arrived at their location.
The mountain-massive crimson heavenly dragon flapped wings stirring fierce winds, steadily stopping atop the barrier.
"Eh, didn't I tell you all to sit below? Why still follow up..."
Bokue leaped down from the dragon head, coming before everyone.
However, before finishing his words, his neck already gained an extra pendant.
"That's naturally because sensing Onii-chan's presence from the sky!"
Nagisa immediately occupied advantageous position, arms tightly wrapping around the young man's neck as she hugged him.
"After all, who told Onii-chan to make such huge commotion in the sky? Both defensive barrier and island-wide announcements—Nagisa was originally in class drawing blackboard art with Yukina-chan. Hearing outside commotion, naturally had to come look~"
"Plus, Yukina-chan was also quite curious. But because Yukina-chan can't fly up, naturally only Nagisa could substitute."
"What's there to be curious about? Didn't I say terrorist invasion..."
Bokue somewhat helplessly gently stroked the Primogenitor girl's small head in his embrace.
Words unfinished—just then, Bokue suddenly felt a certain gaze again falling upon him.
Different from previous scrutiny—this time carried slight... disdain?
Hmm??
Bokue unhesitatingly raised eyebrows, following the gaze's direction backward.
As expected—again that Fallen Angel called Baraqiel.
Tch—
What are you staring at?
Even if he Bokue didn't mind others' gazes, being openly given "cold eyebrows" repeatedly like this—wasn't that slightly excessive?
Moreover, just your face looking aged and worn, hair and beard all unkempt. Since meeting, constantly squinting eyes without saying a word. Completely the tragic silent old man image currently experiencing mid-life crisis—wife ran away, rebellious daughter won't listen, boss constantly demanding tight deadlines and heavy tasks—why am I not dead yet.
Oh wait, whether that face could even find a wife was another question. You disdain what? Just disdaining there...
Here Bokue still internally roasting the other thoroughly. Same time, Ddraig stopped behind him made sounds.
"Haven't seen you in years. Never expected still you nostalgic old faces."
"...Hmph, yeah."
Azazel folded arms across chest, looking up with smile. Behind him, pitch-black Fallen Angel wings suddenly unfurled.
"Honestly, I also didn't expect the Red Dragon Emperor killed during the Three Factions war could have a day reappearing. So does this count as completely revived?"
"Well, could say that."
Getting here, for some reason Ddraig suddenly raised his dragon head, starting to rotate left and right.
"By the way, speaking of which—my previous host told me that certain white one also came this conference. Where? How come completely invisible? Albion, where'd you hide? Hey hey? There? There?"
"Red one, you're doing this deliberately..."
Hearing the crimson heavenly dragon arrogantly spouting nonsense everywhere, Vali's Light Wings behind him ultimately couldn't restrain themselves—actively lighting up.
"Hmm↘↗?"
However, Ddraig seemed like just discovering now. Acting surprised with rising intonation, he lowered his dragon head like discovering some new continent—directly pressing his entire dragon face close. Golden massive pupils reflected the faintly glowing ice-blue Light Wings.
"Oh~ my, if it isn't Albion! How'd you become like this? Truly inconspicuous. Ha. ha. ha."
Ddraig laughed three times. Then suddenly lowered volume, like deliberately speaking quietly not wanting others hearing.
"Could it be you specifically drilled into these small wings to avoid me?"
"..."
As the red heavenly dragon's mocking words transmitted, Vali's originally blue-white Light Wings flushed bright red for that instant.
The next second, Albion could no longer endure—directly starting to curse.
"Ddraig you bastard! Don't forget your previous shabby gauntlet was way smaller than my Light Wings!"
As White Dragon Emperor, he'd always maintained nobility and elegance whenever.
But this time truly couldn't take it.
"Ha~ what gauntlet? This great one doesn't know what you're saying."
Ddraig raised his dragon head, tone arrogant.
"By the way, speaking of which—seems our struggle can reach conclusion now, Albion. Having become like this, what will you use continuing fighting me? Oh right, how about just honestly saying 'I lost' right here."
"Ddraig you..."
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