High School DxD: Return of the Crimson Dragon Emperor Chapter 77 75: The Chief God is Coming to My House!?

"Ho ho ho, that's why I'm visiting Japan!" Odin chuckled in the VIP room on the top floor of the Hyoudou residence.

The entire Gremory peerage was gathered, along with Azazel-sensei. For so reason, Dad, Mom, and Miu were there too. Why?

Apparently, Odin had business in Japan and stopped by this town, safer under the joint rule of devils, angels, and fallen angels than other places.

…Still, I'm annoyed my first ti with Akeno-san got interrupted.

I'm back to calling her "Akeno-san" now—our "Akeno" deal was for when we're alone.

After regrouping with Buchou, the girls tailing us pinched my cheeks, shocked I princess-carried Akeno-san. If my carry's enough, I'd do it anyti!

Akeno-san, usually smiling, was now visibly upset since eting her father, Barachiel. She wouldn't even look at him, though he's here too.

I'd heard about Barachiel from Azazel-sensei. A stern, martial fallen angel, as strong as Azazel, with unmatched single-strike power among fallen angels.

"Here's tea," Mom said, placing a cup before Odin.

Mom's serving a god—calmly!

Show so surprise!

"Thanks. Never had a human serve tea before," Odin said.

No kidding! I never imagined Mom serving a god!

Mom sat on the sofa. "A god visiting our ho? A rare chance. Gotta experience it!"

"Still, gods dress so normal. Expected fancier clothes. Kinda reminds of Hayashi-san's grandpa who passed last year…" Dad added.

Tense up, you two! This is a Norse chief god, not so casual old man!

Who's Hayashi-san!?

Ugh, I'm done retorting… Ignoring them.

"Hmm, quite the assets," Odin muttered, leering at the girls' chests.

Perverted old man! Touch them, and I'll smack you with Tenbu Xenon! Ddraig, prep for it!

Sigh… Ddraig groaned dramatically.

Whack!

"No, Odin-sama! Stop ogling! She's Lucifer-sama's sister!" Rossweisse, the Valkyrie, smacked Odin's head with a paper fan.

I gave a ntal fist-pump. Her retorts are sharp, like in the Underworld hospital!

"Such a stickler. Sairaorg's sister is a glamorous beauty, so of course I'd look again. This is my Valkyrie, nad—" Odin began.

"Rossweisse. I'll be in your care during my stay in Japan," she said.

Without her Underworld armor, she looks different but gorgeous. Around our age?

"Boyfriend-less, virgin Valkyrie, age equals single years," Odin teased.

Rossweisse panicked, tears welling. "T-That's irrelevant! I didn't choose to stay single or a virgin!"

She collapsed, pounding the floor.

I feel you, Rossweisse! I'm not choosing to be a virgin either!

"Poor Valkyrie," Odin sighed.

Our eyes t. He clapped, an idea sparking. "Red Dragon Emperor, how about taking her as a bride?"

"Huh?" Rossweisse and I said in unison.

What's this old man saying?

"Azazel says you're quite the pervert. Rossweisse's got looks, so I thought she'd suit you," Odin continued.

Marry her just like that!? She's stunning, sure, but this is too sudden!

"Odin-sama!?" Rossweisse gasped.

"Why not? The Red Dragon Emperor's young but capable, acknowledged by Sairaorg and others. Rossweisse, you'll stay single forever otherwise," Odin said.

She froze, clearly hit hard.

She's not old enough to worry about marriage! Still young!

Rossweisse's shoulders shook, then—

"Mind your own business!" she yelled, smacking Odin's head with her fan.

"What a ss," Azazel-sensei said, chuckling.

"Not my fault. She spurns kindness," Odin grumbled, a compress on his forehead.

Yeah, Odin's in the wrong. Rossweisse's anger is fair.

…Though, it wasn't a bad offer, I guess.

Azazel spoke up. "While Odin's in Japan, we're his escorts. Barachiel's the fallen angel backup. I'm busy, and Issei's not at full strength, so Barachiel's staying in town temporarily."

"Count on ," Barachiel said curtly.

"Wasn't your visit scheduled later? You're here to negotiate with Japanese gods, with Michael and Sairaorg diating and attending, right?" Azazel asked, sipping tea.

"I ca early for a reason. So trouble back ho—critics of my thods. I acted to preempt issues," Odin said, stroking his beard.

"Trouble? Vanir gods after you? Don't start Ragnarok on your own," Azazel teased.

No clue what they're talking about.

"Vanir's irrelevant. Anyway, Azazel, the Khaos Brigade's increasing Balance Breaker users. Rare, no?" Odin said.

We peerage mbers exchanged shocked looks. That topic, suddenly?

"Yeah, rare. But so idiot's using a brutal, obvious thod to mass-produce them. Reports are coming in," Azazel said.

"Like we discussed?" I asked.

Azazel nodded. "Pretty much. Gather Sacred Gear users worldwide, mostly by abduction. Brainwash them. Send them to key supernatural hubs like this town. Keep going until Balance Breakers erge, then recall them via magic circles. That shadow user you fought was likely one."

So that's it…

Azazel sipped tea, continuing. "No faction would dare this. If I did it pre-alliance, it'd spark war. They don't want that, nor do others. But terrorists like them can."

Troubleso bunch. No telling what they'll do next.

"Who are they?" Kiba asked.

"The Hero Faction—descendants of legendary heroes. Physically on par with angels and devils, wielding Sacred Gears or legendary weapons. If those reach Balance Breaker or include God-slaying Longinus, it's beyond double trouble. They avoid Ophis's snakes for boosts, but they're bad news," Azazel said.

Heroes doing inhumane things? Do they even understand "hero"?

"They're planning sothing big with more Balance Breakers. Best to crush them early," Odin said, sipping tea casually despite the gravity.

Optimistic old man.

"I agree, but we lack info. No point speculating now," Azazel said, ending the talk.

We sipped tea. Dad left for work, Mom for dinner prep.

What now? Howork's done. TV?

"Hey, old man, anywhere you wanna go?" Azazel asked.

Odin rubbed his fingers with a lecherous grin. "Oppai pub!"

"Haha, that's our chief god! Nice and straightforward! My girls opened a VIP spot nearby. Let's treat you!" Azazel said.

"Uho ho ho! Azazel, you get it!" Odin cheered.

"Follow , you old perv! Welco to Japan! Wanna try unwinding a kimono? Gotta do it once here!" Azazel said.

"Thrilling!" Odin replied.

Rias facepald, frowning. They're both perverts! Erotic leadership!

They left, hyped. I wanted to go, but the girls' glares stopped . I'll sneak there later.

Later, after Odin and Azazel headed to the oppai pub.

"Akeno, we need to talk," Barachiel's voice echoed from the fifth-floor hallway.

I peeked and saw Akeno and Barachiel arguing.

"Don't call that," Akeno said coldly, her tone icy.

"What's with you and the Red Dragon Emperor?" Barachiel asked.

My na!? Eavesdropping's bad, but I'm curious.

"It's my business. Why do you care?" Akeno retorted.

"I hear he's shaless. Called the 'Breast Dragon Emperor,'" Barachiel said.

That rumor!? Azazel and Sairaorg made that nickna! Not my fault!

…Okay, I'm shaless, but still.

"Heh, heh… My na's everywhere. No place left for …" Ddraig moaned.

Ddraig, hold it together! It's not that bad!

"…I'm done…" Ddraig collapsed.

"I'm worried you're being… defiled," Barachiel said.

He doesn't seem bad—just a concerned dad, genuinely worried for Akeno.

"Don't badmouth him. Issei-kun's… perverted, sure, but kind and reliable. He protects us. Judging him by rumors without knowing him is low," Akeno said.

"I'm your father—"

"Don't act like one! You let Mom die! I'll never forgive you!" Akeno snapped.

Let her mom die? What?

Barachiel fell silent.

Our eyes t. "Issei-kun… you heard?" Akeno said.

Caught. I was lost in thought.

Gotta own up. I stepped out.

"You! Eavesdropping? Shaless! Defiling my daughter? I won't allow this!" Barachiel roared.

Whoa, calm down! Eavesdropping and "defiling" aren't related!

…I've done and received so naughty stuff, but saying that'll make it worse.

Crackle! Barachiel sparked lightning.

Listen to !

Akeno stepped between us, hugging protectively. "Don't hurt him. I need him… Get out! You're not my father!"

Her cry stopped Barachiel's lightning. He closed his eyes. "Sorry."

He left, his broad back looking small and lonely.

Akeno clung to , trembling. "Please… don't say anything. Just stay like this… Please, Issei."

I don't know what happened between her and Barachiel, or what I can do.

But I want to help.

Loss can co suddenly. Never seeing or hearing soone again—I know that pain.

I want them to reconcile before it's too late.