After departing the coliseum, Izayoi, aided by his whale-like Companion, Seiun, darted across the sky like a pale-blue meteorite.
While Izayoi’s senses were nowhere near the level of Vahn’s, he could detect bloodlust and hostility across vast distances. The woman he had sent flying the previous day had apparently held a grudge towards him, as, shortly after the Black Geass Rolls appeared, he detected her anger towards him from several tens of kilometers away.
Fortunately for the woman, less so for her companion, she wasn’t alone this time around. He had already determined her to be a non-threat, at least to him, so Izayoi’s first target was her pointy-eared companion, a man with spikey black hair and an outfit reminiscent of a German Army Officer.
“What the-“
Before the man could finish exclaiming his surprise, Izayoi grabbed his head and smashed him into the wall surrounding the city. He was tempted to smash the man through it, but, understanding that would end with him being forced onto the enemy team, Izayoi held back quite a bit.
“It’s you, that damnable man with the headphones…!”
Having learned her lesson from the previous day, the scantily clad blonde, Ratten, attempted to fly up and away from Izayoi, flute in hand. She knew she wasn’t Izayoi’s match, so she intended to assist the man buried in the wall, a Low-Class Demon named Wesser.
Demonstrating that he was far more durable than his companion, Wesser managed to endure Izayoi’s retrained blow without losing consciousness. More importantly, he managed to convert a large section of the city wall into a mud-like substance, temporarily trapping him and Izayoi as he spat up blood and groaned, “Cocky bastard…”
Only marginally inconvenienced by the thick layer of mud, Izayoi drew back his right fist, a cheeky smile on his face as he rebutted, “You idiots targetted a Community hosting the Sage Dragon Emperor, and you have the gall to call me cocky? Your Leader had better be a badass, or this is going to be a stomp.”
With the intent of punctuating his words, Izayoi threw his fist towards the snarling demon, only for his body to temporarily freeze as the sound of a flute reached his ears.
Seeing Izayoi stop mid-swing, a wicked expression developed across Wesser’s face until the former’s fist promptly impacted it. Ratten’s flute had halted his movements, but, unfortunately for the two demons, Vahn was the one who repaired Izayoi’s headphones following his stay in the Game Board. Not only were they borderline indestructible, but they could play music from Izayoi’s original world while simultaneously blocking out all sounds from the outside.
“You assholes are so going to pay for making me owe that lizard a favor…”
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After seeing Izayoi resist the compulsion of her flute, Ratten immediately turned tail and flew away. Her task was to mind control people and cause chaos, not fight some monstrous pretty boy with more than enough bite to back up his bark.
Unfortunately for Ratten, she soon found her path blocked by Asuka and Yo. Her expression immediately soured, and, for a very brief moment, she felt like crying as she brought her flute up to her lips and said, “Get out of my way…!”
While Asuka instinctually commanded Abyssinian to cover her ears, Yo charged forward with the intention of preventing Ratten from playing her flute. Her reserves were spent after using a hybrid transformation during the Finals, but her Maneki-neko was more than willing to provide its own.
Not expecting Yo to be so fast, Ratten cursed the Communities that were supposed to be supporting her own as the former’s comparably small fist impacted the same spot as Izayoi’s. She managed to avoid being knocked out, but the pain made her wish she had been.
Adding insult to literal injury, Asuka waved her open hand towards Ratten, her voice echoing through the void as she shouted, “Drop your flute!” in a commanding tone. Ratten attempted to resist, but the last thing she saw before Yo placed her in a chokehold was Asuka enthusiastically grabbing her flute before it could fall to the streets below…
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As the rules didn’t strictly prohibit her from moving around, Shiroyasha elected to join Vahn, Vanilla, and Caramel in the comfort of his room. Her status as Host Master prevented her from providing any help or feedback, so she figured she might as well enjoy Vahn’s pampering as he kept tabs on events happening throughout the city.
Though the rules prohibited their creation, Vahn’s domain had never been a representative example of the ability. His [Will of the Emperor] was also SSS-Rank, equivalent to Laplace and the Central Network itself. Unless he ‘agreed’ to play by the rules, there wasn’t a force in the Divine Realm that could compel him to do so.
Fortunately for his would-be enemies, Vahn knew this event was at least partially the result of Mandra’s machinations. It was a ploy concocted to silence Sandora’s critics by demonstrating, once and for all, that she was capable of dealing with Demon Lords and carrying out her responsibilities as Floor Master. Vahn didn’t wholly agree with his methods, but he could understand Mandra’s desire to support his sister.
The far more significant threat was the forces pulling the strings behind Mandra and the Grimm Grimoire Hamlin. Vahn knew at least six different groups were coordinating with each other, two serving as diversions, one targetting Sandora’s crown and horn, one targetting Shiroyasha’s life, and two entire Communities targetting him.
Though he asked her to keep mum regarding the specifics, Vahn hadn’t been able to resist asking Loi-chan about each group’s objectives. Their penultimate goal was clearly to release the seal on the Demon God, but his very existence had thrown a wrench into that plan.
While thinking about what he would do if the enemy attempted to lure him into an ‘unwinnable’ Gift Game, Vahn ran his fingers through Shiroyasha’s pale-blue, perennially warm hair. She was currently playing the part of his little spoon as any overtly intimate acts could be seen as ‘collusion’ due to the remarkable potency of his seminal fluid.
Voicing one of the many thoughts lingering in Vahn(s) mind, Shiroyasha whispered, “We should do this more often…I almost forgot how relaxing your aura can be when you aren’t hopped up on lust…”
Resisting the urge to point out that she was frequently the one riling him up, the Vahn spooning Shiroyasha planted a kiss on her head. At the same time, his other self adopted a faint smile as he continued gently caressing the heads of the two girls using his lap as a pillow.
Compared to the chaos outside, the atmosphere within the suite was truly serene.
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“It would appear your hypothesis was correct, Rin. So long as we do not directly anger or offend him, the Sage Dragon Emperor seems satisfied with simply observing.”
Happy to receive praise, a radiant smile developed across Rin’s face as she merrily chimed, “I told you so. Beings like the Sage Dragon Emperor live according to a stringent set of rules. We just need to figure out what they are, and he’s easy to plan around.”
Nodding his head in affirmation, the white-haired youth standing next to Rin waved his hand to change the spherical display to show Sandora. For a very brief moment, a glimmer of conflict flashed across his eyes before promptly disappearing as he asked, “So, what now? Do we tell the others to pull back, or should we continue with our original plan? I get the feeling that man won’t just sit around if we target something that belongs to him.”
With a noticeably more cramped smile, Rin nervously combed through her hair as she answered, “I’m not entirely sure. We don’t have nearly enough data on the Sage Dragon Emperor’s omniscience or sensory abilities. If he thinks, even for a moment, we intend to hurt Sandora, he will probably kill us all. Our best bet is to leverage the lives of the people of Salamandra in an exchange, but I can’t imagine the Sage Dragon Emperor behaving if we start killing hostages…”
Furrowing his brows, the white-haired youth, Highness, raised his hand to stare at his palm. He was relatively confident he could at least stall Vahn; the question was whether or not it would be enough. As far as they could tell, Vahn had near-absolute dominion over the flow of time within a given area. They ascribed this ability to an unseen domain, but if it turned out to be something ‘more’, it might not matter what they do.
“Though we have never met, I sincerely hate that Shiroyasha woman…”
Exhaling a sigh, Rin groaned, “I agree with you completely. While I can understand her motives, inviting the Sage Dragon Emperor into the Divine Realm was an outrageous decision. At this rate, it may only be a few years before the Little Garden has a new ruler…”
As Vahn had exceeded their expectations at every turn, Rin had no doubt he would continue growing faster than they could plan around him. It had taken him less than a year to acquire one of the lowest-digit Gates in the Little Garden. If the rumors alleging him to be the Progenitor of Dragons continued to gain traction, he might very well become the most powerful being in Creation. After all, every major Authority, even those of the Sun, manifested in the form of Pure-Blooded Dragons…
Just as Highness was about to make a suggestion to help Rin come up with a plan, one of the mirrors lining the wall of their hideout began to emit a pale white light. Shortly after that, the visage of a woman with a dark hood covering half her face came into view, stating, “It’s no good. The space surrounding the Sage Dragon’s Hearth is as impregnable as always. To make matters worse, we have confirmed the presence of the Sage Dragon Emperor within his castle. Are you certain the one on your end is the real deal…?”
Though he wasn’t traditionally very expressive, Highness couldn’t help hanging his head and rubbing his temples when he heard the woman’s report. They knew about Vahn’s ability to create ‘clones’ of himself, but the ongoing Gift Game should have made that impossible. The moment the Central Network detected a version of him outside of Kouen City, he should have been compelled to join the Grimm Grimoire Hamlin.
Hazarding a guess, Rin suggested, “Perhaps we were wrong. Instead of clones, there is a possibility that each of the Sage Dragon Emperors we have seen thus far is an Avatara. We already know that most of the core members of the Aldrnari Empire were created by him. Since there were no records of his existence before his emergence in the Divine Realm, who’s to say he didn’t simply…create himself?”
“You suspect him to be Self-Actualizing? If that were the case, how was Shiroyasha able to summon him? The Lower Realms do not support the concept of Self-Actualized beings. Such an aberration would completely disrupt the balance of Creation…”
Realizing what he was saying, Highness’s expression turned grim as the entire room fell into an eerie silence. After all, his refusal was basically a textbook definition of Vahn’s existence. Everything about the latter was anomalous, so much so that every attempt they made to understand him resulted in them learning just how little they truly knew…
Voicing the thought on everyone’s minds, the hooded woman, Aura, softly muttered, “By the Gods…if what you say is true, the Sage Dragon Emperor is basically a Poet writing himself into the story of Creation itself. How can we hope to oppose such a being…?”
Answering without a moment’s hesitation, Rin’s eyes briefly lost focus as she listlessly replied, “That’s all we can do…within the rules that the Sage Dragon Emperor, himself, has set…”
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(A/N: Alternate Titles: ‘Getting hit on a bruise hurts like hell…’,’Vahn does what he wants…’,’When you realize the person you’re trying to gank in PvP is the Admin…’)
