Dxd: A demon Among Devils-Chapter 70: []:Kiba

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He supposed he could take that as a compliment. Which still left him in a quandary when it came to choices. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"If I choose to participate in a Rating Game," he finally said, "will I need to become a devil or can I remain a human?"

"Rating Games are between two high-level devils and their peerages," Sona frowned, "Though with the title you’ve been given as a human, that rule would hardly matter in this case," she gazed at him in interest, "You are very fixated on the idea of wanting to remain a human, aren’t you?"

He smiled. If only they knew.

"It is no more different than you wishing to remain a devil," he pointed out.

"That is true," she admitted with a nod.

Silence settled. It was broken once more by Akeno who suddenly let out an undignified snort.

"Did you know," the beautiful girl smirked as she glanced down at the tablet still in her hands, "that they are mistaking your ability for a Sacred Gear and coming up with names for it?"

He did not know and would like it to remain that way for the foreseeable future.

"That is not surprising," Sona stated, "They do not know of the power to summon Personas just yet, so the next logical step would be thinking it a Sacred Gear."

"Do I even want to know what those names are?" Kiba mused out loud.

"The Thousand Summons," Akeno began to rattle off, "The Archdemon’s Will. Fire of Belial," she narrowed her eyes and then abruptly broke into a fit of giggling, "The Indisputable Evidence of Love Between Rias Gremory and Minato Arisato."

He shuddered.

"That is... interesting," Kiba said for a lack of better words to describe it.

"But who would call it something like that?" Issei asked, genuinely perplexed.

He knew who. A brother who doted a little too much on his sister. A brother who had given him his tacit approval. A brother who, it seemed, also had way too much time on his hands. Judging from the look on Rias’s face, she knew as well.

"I’ll kill him," she promised.

He nodded. In normal cases, such an action would be considered extreme, but this was an extenuating circumstance, and he would not judge.

The boy found him sitting on the steps of a rarely used stairway near the school’s atrium. His eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch as the figure approached, and Kiba smiled in response.

"Issei said you would be here."

He was not surprised by this and set down the sandwich that he had half-finished to the side. The sword-user regarded his humble lunch with amusement before turning his full attention towards him.

"Hiding from your suitors, I see?"

He frowned. When he said it like that, it made it all the more pronounced. The devil noticed his expression and chuckled.

"When I first started receiving unwanted attention, I tried to avoid them as well. That didn’t work out too well, so I started just accepting their attention and gradually I grew used to it all."

That made him much smoother with his fangirls than Akihiko had ever been with his.

"Rias wanted me to warn you," the boy spoke again, his tone becoming more serious, "that there has been an unforeseen occurrence of events."

He nodded in understanding and waited for him to continue.

"The Excaliburs were stolen," Kiba’s face darkened imperceptibly, "By whom we do not know. Not now, at least. All we know is that they might be moving through our territory. As a high-level devil residing in our area, you have a right to know."

"Excaliburs?" the sword was familiar to him, but he was aware of only one and the implication he had received was that there were many.

"Holy swords," the devil’s tone had turned distasteful, even if his face had not, "made from the broken fragments of the original Excalibur. They are supposed to be kept in the safe confines of the Church, but apparently safe has a very different definition when it comes to the clergy," the bitterness that throbbed from his words could almost be felt, "You should keep your head down. Both the Church and the angels want those swords back at any cost, and they will cut down any devils in their way to get it."

"I am human," he pointed out.

Something dark flashed in the boy’s eyes.

"If they cared about humans, then there would be a lot less problems in the world."

He pondered for a minute about what he would say next and if he should say it at all. By then, his intended audience was already leaving, having delivered his message. He sighed.

"Do you know what I felt towards him in the end?"

Kiba turned, surprise etched onto his handsome features.

"Pity. He shot my friend," the boy winced, "Put him into a coma that he might never wake from. Put all our lives in danger multiple times. And in the end, when he lay defeated on top of that tower, all I felt towards him was pity."

The sword-user frowned, and his jaws set in stubborn defiance.

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