Gacha Harem King DXD Remastered Chapter 7 The Night Finally Ends (Patreon)

The street was eerily quiet now, as the chaos had ended.  Issei shifted uncomfortably on the cracked sidewalk, a sudden chill running through him as the cool night wind brushed against the sweat pooling on his neck. 

‘Alright… let’s see here.’ He closed his eyes for a moment and took a slow, heavy breath, mentally summoning the System. 

Ding!

A crisp, cheerful chime echoed inside his skull, illuminating a bright blue holographic ledger across his vision.

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Issei’s lips curved into a shaky, wide-eyed grin. ‘Seven rolls?! Holy crap... that’s more than I’ve ever held before!’ His heart hammered against his ribs with pure, unadulterated excitement. ‘What kind of girls are going to show up this time? Another gentle busty Onee-san like Priscilla? Someone calm and quiet to offset Nyaruko’s madness? Or... oh man, what if it’s another wild one?!’

He then shook his head, forcing the runaway thoughts out of his brain. Now was definitely not the time to get lost in harem fantasies. They still had devil nobility coming.

“Master, Mistresses, what should I do with Kalawarna?” Raynare’s cool, composed voice broke his concentration. She appeared at his elbow, her purified white wings tucked neatly against her maid uniform, holding the limp, unconscious Fallen Angel securely in her arms. She inclined her head respectfully toward Evangeline.

“Take her away,” Evangeline commanded flatly, her tone was like an empress flicking a speck of dust off her velvet sleeve. “Secure her in our room. We shall determine whether she is worth converting or executing at a later hour.”

Raynare bowed seamlessly. “As you command, Mistress.” She adjusted her grip on Kalawarna’s waist, turning on her heel to drag the unconscious prisoner across the ruined pavement.

“Wait!” Issei called out, his voice firm despite his fatigue.

Raynare paused, glancing back over her shoulder with a polite, inquiring tilt of her head.

Issei rubbed the back of his neck, his expression softening. “Can you also check on my parents? Just make sure they’re still out sleeping and completely safe. I don't want them waking up to see the driveway looking like a war zone.”

For a brief, flickering instant, the cold, emotionless shell of the thrall maid cracked, revealing a faint trace of genuine warmth beneath her eyes. She offered him a deep, sincere bow, this time aimed directly at him. “Understood, Master. I shall ensure their total safety and peace of mind.”

With the sound of her footsteps entering the Hyoudou home she vanished into the house, dragging Kalawarna with her.

Reya Kusaka, who had been standing stiffly to the side with her hands clasped nervously in front of her blazer, finally found her voice. “Where... where is she taking her? You know you can't just imprison an operative of the Grigori without—”

Kaguya turned her head just enough to strike Reya with a freezing, disdainful glance. Her crimson eyes gleamed with cold authority. “That is strictly none of your concern, commoner,” Kaguya warned softly, her voice dripping with lethal menace. “Mind your own tongue, unless you wish to personally experience the consequences of overstepping your station.”

Reya stiffened, her mouth snapping shut as she pressed her lips into a tight, pale line. She wisely swallowed the rest of her protest.

Issei leaned slightly toward the Lunarian Princess, dropping his voice into a desperate whisper. “Kaguya... don’t you think you’re being a little too harsh on her? She hasn’t actually done anything wrong.”

Kaguya’s sharp gaze snapped straight to him, imperious and completely unwavering. “And what do you suggest, husband?” She retorted, her whisper sharp and biting. “That we lay bare our capabilities to an uninvited spy? That we indulge in foolish, naive kindness so she may carry full intelligence back to her master? Absolutely not.” She shook her head, her silk sleeves fluttering with authority. “We must not project an ounce of weakness, nor reveal our true hand before the battlefield is set. It is supreme foolishness to lay out all our cards before we have determined if these local rulers are friend or foe.”

Issei let out a sigh, running a hand down his exhausted face. “Yeah... I mean, I get the logic. It just feels pretty harsh, that’s all.”

“Hey! What are you two whispering about over there?!” A high-pitched voice injected itself directly between them. Nyaruko squeezed her head right between Issei and Kaguya, her silver eyes narrowed in deep suspicion while her blood-stained crowbar rested casually over her shoulder.

“It’s nothing,” Kaguya said curtly, her chin tilting upward with arrogance. “Nothing a mindless brute like yourself could ever hope to comprehend.”

“B-Brute?!” Nyaruko’s long silver hair flared up like an agitated cat’s fur, her face contorting in dramatic indignation. “How dare you, you ancient shut-in! I’ll have you know I fight with unmatched elegance and lethal precision!”

Kaguya sniffed disdainfully, looking entirely unimpressed. “You threw volatile explosives indiscriminately at random, nearly vaporizing our own husband in the process. That is not 'elegance', that is unhinged, brainless recklessness.”

“Those bombs were tactical measures!” Nyaruko shrieked back, poking a furious finger straight at Kaguya’s nonexistent chest. “And besides, Darling is completely fine! He actually looked super cool when Priscilla had to scoop him up like a princess!”

“That is entirely beside the point!” Kaguya snapped, crossing her arms tightly as a faint, flustered pink flushed across her delicate cheeks in frustration.

The two instantly devolved into a blistering, rapid-fire argument, verbal sparks practically flying across the space between them as they shouted over each other in an escalating battle of petty insults.

Issei dragged both hands down his face, letting out a long, suffering groan. ‘Great. Fantastic. And they’re doing this right in front of Reya...’

Reya stood frozen as a board, caught in a terrifying limbo between panic and disbelief as she watched two incredibly powerful entities bicker like middle-schoolers over a boy. She dared not make a sound, but her wide, trembling eyes screamed a single, desperate prayer: ‘What kind of absolute nightmare have I walked into...? Sona-kaichou, please hurry!’

But suddenly, the ambient air shifted dramatically as a bright, brilliant blue radiance bloomed directly against the cracked pavement. Intricate, glowing lines etched themselves across the concrete in precise, flawless geometric patterns, expanding until the majestic crest of the Sitri Clan shimmered brilliantly in the dark night air.

Evangeline tilted her head, her ruby eyes glinting with mild interest as she examined the magic structure. “Hmph. A localized spatial teleportation circle.” A tiny, wicked smirk touched her lips. “How quaint.”

Issei swallowed hard, his stomach knotting into a tight coil. ‘Here they come...’

The magic circle flared with a blinding burst of blue light. As the radiance receded, a striking group of familiar figures stepped out.

Leading at the front was Sona Sitri, or as Issei had known her until five minutes ago, Souna Shitori, the terrifying Student Council President. Her Kuoh Academy uniform was immaculate and unwrinkled, her short black hair framed her sharp face, and the ambient blue light glinted off her glasses as she carried herself with authority. Flanking her was the entire Sitri Peerage, arrayed in full combat readiness:

Tsubaki Shinra, the serene Vice President, her long black hair flowing as she gripped a gleaming, lethal naginata in a double-handed stance.

Momo Hanakai, her white hair catching the moonlight, her slender fingers twitching nervously near her weapon holster.

Tomoe Meguri, her reddish-brown hair tied back, her hand resting firmly on the hilt of a curved sword strapped to her hip.

Tsubasa Yura, the athletic blue-haired girl, sporting an eager, aggressive combat grin.

Ruruko Nimura, the youngest, her eyes wide as she nervously scanned the horrific destruction surrounding them.

All of them wore standard Kuoh Academy uniforms, but their disciplined formation and sharp stances made them look like anything but ordinary high school girls.

Sona’s razor-sharp gaze swept across the battlefield. Her lips pressed into a tight line as she processed the horrific scene from the pulverized asphalt, scorch marks, lingering blood splatters, and heavy plumes of black smoke drifting lazily into the night sky. She inwardly marveled at the sheer impossibility that the entire neighborhood hadn't been awakened by the catastrophic noise.

Finally, her eyes locked onto the central group standing in the middle of the ruined yard. She looked at Issei, who stood awkwardly in the center, looking entirely out of his depth despite the glowing glove on his left hand. She looked at Evangeline, who stood with her arms folded in an attitude of supreme, bored amusement. She looked at Kaguya, who radiated an aura of untouchable, imperial arrogance. She looked at Nyaruko, whose blood-stained crowbar was still dripping with soot and dark liquid.

And finally... her eyes rested on Priscilla. For one brief, breaking heartbeat, Sona’s stoic composure shattered. Her eyes widened slightly, her breath catching as she felt the sheer, crushing weight of the dragon-deity's oppressive, sub-zero aura rolling off her massive form.

However, the flicker of shock vanished as quickly as it appeared, locked away behind the polished, cold wall of her discipline.

Sona reached up, calmly adjusting her glasses with a single finger, her voice cutting through the silent air. “Hyoudou Issei. I am surprised... to learn that you were the catalyst behind this absolute disaster.”

Issei felt the crushing weight of every single eye on the battlefield shift directly onto his shoulders. He rubbed the back of his head with a forced, sweating chuckle. “Y-Yeah, well... to be totally honest, Kaichou, I’m just as shocked to learn that my Student Council President is an actual devil.”

The corner of Sona’s mouth twitched, whether in cold annoyance or fleeting amusement, Issei couldn't tell. But she gave a small, rigid nod, her tone dropping into a strict, official cadence. “Then let us forgo unnecessary pleasantries. This territory is under my direct jurisdiction. You and your... unregistered companions—” her sharp eyes flicked coldly across the harem, “—have committed a severe, catastrophic breach of local peace tonight.”

Sona stepped forward, her aura flaring with cold blue demonic power as her gaze locked onto Issei. “So I will ask you directly, Hyoudou Issei: What are all of you doing operating in my territory... and why did you see fit to transform my streets into a slaughterhouse?”

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Issei swallowed hard, the sheer, stifling weight of Sona’s words pressing down on him far more heavily than the intense stares of his own household. ‘Man... and here I thought my mom yelling at me for bad report cards was scary,’ Issei panicked silently, sweat trickling down his temple. ‘At least my mom doesn't have glowing blue devil magic and an army of high schoolers backing her up!’

Behind his shoulder, Nyaruko twirled her blood-coated crowbar with a bright, sociopathic grin, leaning in to whisper directly into his ear. “Darling~ want me to take this crowbar and give the glasses girl a quick little bonk on the head?”

“Shhh! Don’t say stuff like that out loud!” Issei hissed frantically through his teeth, waving his hand behind his back.

Kaguya’s chin tilted even higher into the air, her voice continuing to drip with supreme, imperial disdain at the mere audacity of receiving orders from local nobility. “How utterly presumptuous of you to stand upon this land and claim it belongs to anyone other than myself and my husband!”

Priscilla said nothing, but her towering, nine-foot frame shifted with absolute grace, stepping slightly forward. Her massive shadow blotted out the streetlamp above, enveloping Issei in a soft, protective wall of draconic power.

Issei could only let out an exhausted, soul-deep sigh. ‘Why do I have a feeling this conversation is going to be ten times more dangerous than the literal explosion-filled battle we just survived...?’

Sona adjusted her glasses with a single, precise click of her finger against the bridge of her nose, her posture utterly unshakeable beneath Priscilla’s looming shadow.

“This land,” Sona stated, her tone as smooth and cold as polished marble, “was formally granted to the Devil faction through a binding treaty with the Shinto Pantheon. It is not open land. It was entrusted directly to me and one other heiress to maintain, to protect, and to govern.” Her sharp eyes flicked toward Kaguya, cool and unblinking. “By every legal and supernatural account that matters, this territory belongs to the Sitri and Gremory Clans. Which means that all of you... are unsanctioned trespassers.”

The declaration echoed through the dead silence of the night, heavy, sharp, and absolute.

Kaguya’s face twisted in disdain, her crimson eyes flashing with indignation. She let out a sharp, delicate tsk. Her long, silken sleeves swayed elegantly as she folded her arms, her posture straightening like a queen insulted by an unworthy petitioner. “How utterly absurd,” Kaguya said coldly, her voice resembling sweet honey poured over lethal poison. “For the ancient gods of the Shinto to hand over sovereign dominion of this sacred soil to devils? What manner of madness possessed them to allow such dark creatures to claim authority over mortal lives?”

The air thickened instantly with suffocating tension. Even the lingering plumes of black smoke from Nyaruko’s bomb barrage seemed to hang suspended in the heavy silence that followed.

Issei blinked, his brain stumbling over itself as he tried to process the massive truth bomb Sona had casually dropped. ‘Wait, wait, wait. Back up a second. The Shinto Pantheon?! You mean like... the actual, real deal Japanese gods?! Amaterasu?! Susanoo?! And they just... handed Kuoh Town over a silver platter?!’

He raised a trembling hand, vigorously scratching the back of his neck in utter confusion. “Uh, sorry to interrupt, Kaichou, but... I’ve been living in this neighborhood my entire life,” Issei stammered, brow furrowing as he looked at her. “And I didn’t know any of this. So, like... who have my parents been paying property taxes to this whole time?! If Kuoh isn’t legally part of Japan anymore, then what the hell—?”

Sona’s lips pressed together in a microscopic line, her infinite patience being rigorously tested. She adjusted her glasses once more, letting out a soft, controlled exhale. “Kuoh is still very much a territory of Japan,” Sona clarified, her tone firm yet patient, as though delivering a lecture to a particularly dense middle school student. “Your human government, your civil laws, your local taxes, none of that is impacted. To the mortal realm, this is still standard Japanese soil, and nothing about that reality will ever be questioned.”

Her eyes narrowed, the reflection of the flickering streetlamp glinting sharply off her lenses. “However, in the supernatural world, the reality is entirely different. Here, it is the Devils who hold absolute jurisdiction. Our sworn duty is to maintain spiritual balance, enforce territory lines, and above all, ensure that ninety-nine percent of the human population remains blissfully ignorant of the monsters lurking beneath the surface.”

She allowed the massive weight of her words to settle over the ruined driveway before continuing. “So when an unsanctioned, full-scale battle erupts in my territory, destroying municipal property, scattering corpses, and threatening to expose our secret world to the masses... it falls directly onto my shoulders to resolve it.”

Issei shifted uncomfortably on his feet, a heavy knot of guilt twisting in his gut. ‘Damn it... she’s not wrong. The street looks like a literal warzone. If the neighbors wake up tomorrow morning, how am I supposed to explain the bloodstains and giant craters in the asphalt?!’

Beside him, Nyaruko lazily twirled her crowbar around her index finger like a baton, whispering under her breath, “Darling~? She’s basically calling you a naughty little trespasser! If you give me the signal, I can make her disappear!”

“Shhh! Stop saying insane things like that!” Issei hissed back, turning his head frantically. “And weren't you supposed to be a space cop?! Why are your go-to solutions always execution?!”

Kaguya, meanwhile, was practically seething with imperial rage. Her voice dripped with icy venom as she hissed, “The Shinto’s judgment was fundamentally flawed! If anyone on this earth possesses the divine right to hold dominion over this land, it is myself and my husband, not devils!”

Evangeline remained entirely silent, her sharp blue eyes flicking back and forth between Sona and Kaguya. She absorbed every shred of information like a veteran strategist, calculating the layout of this strange world.

Priscilla said nothing either, but her towering draconic frame leaned a fraction of an inch closer to Issei, her golden-green eyes fixed intently on the Sitri Peerage, ensuring no one made a sudden move against her summoner.

Desperate to stop an all-out battle from breaking out on his front lawn again, Issei thrust both hands out in a pacifying gesture.

“L-Look!” Issei blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. “I really don’t want to cause any more trouble here, Kaichou! The absolute truth is... I am completely, 100% brand new to all of this! Supernatural stuff, Devils, Fallen Angels, all of it! I literally found out magic was real recently!”

He shifted awkwardly, gesturing vaguely to the array of ridiculously dangerous women surrounding him. “And these girls... they’re all totally new to Kuoh Town too! We aren't trying to invade anyone's land, we’re just... trying to figure things out as we go—”

Before he could finish his desperate plea, Kaguya’s razor-sharp voice cut through the air like a falling guillotine. “Husband, that is quite enough!” Kaguya declared, stepping forward with absolute, breathtaking poise.

Her crimson eyes glowed faintly with ancient Lunarian power, her wide silk sleeves fluttering gently as if caught in a phantom cosmic breeze. “We are under no obligation to explain our existence to a lowborn regional administrator!” Kaguya proclaimed, her chin raised high. “She possesses zero authority to demand an accounting of our origins!”

Issei winced, clutching his head. “Kaguya, please, I was just trying to—”

Kaguya ignored him entirely, her gaze locking onto Sona with unwavering, proud intensity. “However, so that there is no misunderstanding between us, let the truth be known: We were all suddenly teleported into this realm through the absolute, undeniable mandate of Fate and Destiny itself! The universe decreed that Issei Hyoudou was to become our sovereign husband, making us cross space and time to bind us to his side!”

She paused, letting the proclamation hang in the cool night air before delivering the final blow. “And by that cosmic decree, we have formally become Issei Hyoudou’s wives! That is the beginning, the middle, and the end of all you need to know!”

The words rang through the ruined, blood-stained street like a divine decree.

“D-DARLING~!” Nyaruko squealed, practically vibrating with pure, unadulterated euphoria. She threw her entire body against Issei’s left arm, clinging to him like a frantic sloth and burying her soot-stained face into his shoulder while stars practically danced in her eyes. “Did you hear that?! My precious, darling! Destiny itself declared that you belong to me! It’s official! It’s canon!”

Issei’s face instantly erupted into a blinding, tomato-red blush. “I-I heard her, Nyaruko! You don’t have to squeeze me so hard!”

Priscilla, calm and totally unbothered by the dramatic declaration, simply inclined her massive head in quiet, solemn agreement. “It is the absolute truth,” Priscilla’s deep, velvety voice echoed softly. “Issei is my chosen mate. That sacred bond cannot be severed or denied.” Her golden-green eyes softened with profound tenderness as she looked down at him, her towering presence shielding him from the Sitri Peerage.

If Issei’s face had been red before, he was now practically emitting visible steam from his ears. ‘M-MATE?! Why does she have to say it like that in front of everyone?!’

Evangeline, meanwhile, flushed bright scarlet, her crimson eyes widening in absolute, sputtering outrage. “W-W-WHAT KIND OF DELUSIONAL NONSENSE ARE YOU SPOUTING?!” Evangeline snapped, her small, lace-draped frame trembling with pure indignation. “I HAVE NOT ACCEPTED THAT OUTCOME! I NEVER AGREED TO BE ANYONE'S WIFE!”

Her furious shout echoed across the quiet neighborhood, sharp, emotional, and cracking ever so slightly at the edges. She aggressively averted her gaze from Issei, her cheeks burning as her fists clenched tightly at her sides.

Kaguya cast a sidelong glance at the vampire witch, her lips curling into a knowing, smug little smile. “Why do you continually fight the inevitable, Evangeline? You simply have yet to accept the reality of our shared fate.”

“Sh-Shut your mouth, you foolish moon-girl!” Evangeline barked, her entire face burning crimson. “I shall determine my own future, thank you very much!”

Their heated bickering threatened to restart all over again, but Kaguya smoothly turned her attention back toward Sona Sitri, her tone dropping into an icy, terrifying promise. “So let this serve as your final warning,” Kaguya said, every single syllable vibrating with raw, unfiltered pressure. “If anything were to happen to our husband... if he were to suffer so much as a single scratch from open enemies, or from some so-called 'local rulers'... we shall show this town no mercy whatsoever.”

The pressure instantly plunged as it wasn't an empty boast, and instead a literal threat of total annihilation. The suffocating aura radiating simultaneously from Kaguya, Priscilla, and even the manic Nyaruko was so dense that the Sitri Peerage instinctively shifted their footings, their hands tightening in sheer survival instinct around their respective weapons.

Sona Sitri, however, did not flinch. Her stoic composure remained flawlessly intact, though her sharp eyes narrowed behind her glinting lenses. While she had not heard a lie, her mind refused to accept such a ridiculous answer as internally, a storm of wild, disyielding questions slammed through her mind.

‘Why Hyoudou Issei?!’ Of all the hundreds of thousands of humans living in Kuoh Town, or the entire world, why was he the singular axis attracting entities of this terrifying caliber?

Sona and her entire peerage knew Issei’s official school profile inside and out. He was a notorious pervert with abysmal academic marks, zero athletic achievements, and a reputation strictly limited to getting caught peeping near the kendo club. And yet here he stood, standing in the middle of a destroyed street, surrounded by unknown entities who openly declared themselves his wives and threatened to level the district if he so much as stubbed his toe.

Beside Sona, Tsubaki’s sharp expression flickered with deep, calculating suspicion. Momo’s eyes darted nervously between Priscilla’s massive frame and Nyaruko’s crowbar. Tomoe gripped her sword hilt, whispering under her breath, “Hyoudou... of all the people in this school, it had to be Hyoudou?!” Tsubasa let out a low, breathless whistle, looking deeply amused, while young Ruruko simply tilted her head in absolute, brain-broken confusion.

Issei, totally oblivious to the profound existential crisis he was causing the Sitri Clan, only grew redder by the second as Kaguya’s threat replayed in his head.

Sona reached up, adjusting her glasses once more. Her dark hair rustled softly in the night breeze as she let out a long, quiet exhale. “I see...” Sona muttured softly.

A quiet sigh escaped her lips. Every instinct as a devil demanded that she press for immediate answers, but pushing a direct confrontation right now, in the middle of a blood-soaked residential street against entities whose power she didn’t know, was an unacceptable risk.

‘Who are they really?’ Sona pondered silently, her razor-sharp eyes methodically evaluating each member of the harem. ‘How vast is their true magical output? How did they enter inside my territory without triggering a single alarm? And how... have we missed their presence until tonight?’

Questions piled upon questions, threatening to crack her stoic mask. But she forcefully suppressed the urge, maintaining her cold, diplomatic authority. Until she gathered proper intelligence, strategic restraint was the only logical path forward.

Finally, she settled her cool gaze directly onto Issei, her voice crisp and even. “Then let me ask you a direct question, Hyoudou Issei. What, precisely, transpired on this street tonight?”

Issei nearly jumped out of his skin at being put on the spot again. “U-Uh... right! The attack!” He vigorously rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes nervously darting between Sona’s intense stare and the smoldering crater beside them. “So... we were literally just in my house, minding our own business, about to go to sleep. Total peace and quiet.”

He paused, casting a quick glance toward his companions before looking back at Sona’s deeply unimpressed face. “But then, completely out of nowhere, my entire house got surrounded! A massive squad of rogue exorcists and Fallen Angels showed up! They flat-out told me they were here to assassinate me... because I awakened a Sacred Gear!”

Issei raised his left arm, allowing the red glove Twice Critical to flare with a faint green light to emphasize his point.

Sona’s eyes flicked to the glove, her pupils narrowing slightly behind her glasses as she instantly recognized a Sacred Gear.

“So yeah,” Issei continued with an awkward shrug, “they ambushed us on my front lawn, and... well, we fought back.”

Sona tilted her head slightly, her voice low and sharp. “And the attacking force? What became of the Fallen Angels and their mercenaries?”

Issei winced violently. He knew he probably should have drafted a politically refined response, but absolute, nervous honesty slipped out first. “Uh... well... they’re pretty much all totally annihilated now,” Issei confessed, scratching his cheek awkwardly. “One of the exorcist guys was being super annoying to Nyaruko during their fight, so she kinda... uh... blew up the whole street with bombs.”

The words hung in the dead silence of the night like a heavy stone dropped into a calm pond.

Sona Sitri blinked once, slowly.

Behind her, Tsubaki Shinra raised a sharp black eyebrow in sheer, unvarnished confusion, while Tomoe Meguri muttered under her breath in utter disbelief.

“Blew... them up?” Tomoe repeated, blinking hard.

Momo Hanakai’s lips parted slightly in horrified awe, while Tsubasa Yura let out a low, appreciative chuckle. Young Ruruko Nimura whispered something frantic to Momo about making an absolute mental note to never, ever get on Nyaruko’s bad side.

Issei forced a terribly weak, sweating grin, a fat droplet of perspiration running down his temple. “Y-Yeah, she... uh... gets a little carried away with her spatial ordinance sometimes,” Issei stammered, holding up a defensive palm. “But hey! Look on the bright side, Kaichou! No one’s coming after my head anymore, right? Problem solved!”

Nyaruko, standing just off to his flank, had the sudden, fleeting decency to turn her back on the Student Council. She lifted her blood-dusted crowbar casually onto her shoulder, whistling a tuneless, airy little melody while staring intensely at the starry night sky, acting for all the world as though she hadn't heard a single word of the conversation. Her cheeks puffed out slightly, a dead-giveaway that she was frantically pretending to be completely innocent.

Issei let out a miserable groan. “You are not helping our case right now, Nyaruko.”

“Whistle, whistle~ Just a totally normal, completely innocent girl standing over here~!” She sing-songed loudly, looking anywhere and everywhere except at Sona.

Priscilla’s massive, velvet-soft hand came down gently onto Issei’s shoulder, her deep voice resonant, calm, and unwavering. “Do not blame yourself, Issei. They invaded our home with the explicit intent to end your life. It was only natural and just that they paid with theirs.”

Kaguya sniffed in immediate, regal agreement, her posture untouchable. “Indeed. Their deaths were inevitable. That silver-haired creature simply expedited the execution process with her... utter lack of finesse.” Kaguya said as she casted a deeply disdainful glance toward Nyaruko, who immediately snapped her head around to glare right back.

Evangeline let out a soft, wicked chuckle, her small frame still radiating a subtle, terrifying aura of ice. “Indiscriminate explosions aside, I found the slaughter quite... entertaining.”

Issei felt a heavy blue vein throb violently against his temple. ‘Great. Now Kaichou thinks I’m a terrorist running a bloodthirsty, mentally unstable harem!’

Sona inhaled slowly, her expression returning to an unreadable, icy mask. But behind her glinting lenses, her mind was spinning at hyper-speed. ‘Again... why Hyoudou Issei? What is the hidden variable here?’

Sona’s sharp gaze shifted smoothly away from Issei, landing squarely on Reya Kusaka, who still stood at rigid attention, her hands neatly clasped before her blazer as if bracing for a formal evaluation. “Reya,” Sona addressed her, her tone cool and level. “Is the account they provided factual?”

Reya swallowed hard, the immense weight of her King’s focus making her throat feel tight. She gave a firm, disciplined nod. “Yes, Kaichou. The rogue exorcist squad and the Fallen Angel completely surrounded the Hyoudou residence. They initiated the offensive with lethal intent... and the defensive response was, frankly, overwhelming.”

Reya’s eyes flicked briefly toward the harem, lingering nervously on Priscilla’s towering form before returning to Sona. “However... they also managed to capture one of the Fallen Angels alive.”

The Sitri heiress’s eyes narrowed by a fraction of a millimeter. “A live prisoner?”

The revelation immediately drew the sharp focus of the entire Sitri Peerage. Tsubaki’s posture straightened, Tomoe raised an eyebrow with interest, and Yura let out a quiet whistle, muttering, “Now that is a valuable catch.”

Sona adjusted her glasses with a crisp clack, turning her attention back to the harem. “This Fallen Angel. Where is she currently secured?”

Evangeline stepped forward, her small frame radiating immense authority that dwarfed her youthful appearance. She tilted her head, her voice smooth, melodic, but laced with a razor-sharp, absolute finality. “She is currently unconscious and contained,” Evangeline stated smoothly, a faint, cruel smile touching her lips. “You will get zero answers out of her tonight. And as for handing her over to your jurisdiction? No. She is our property now.”

The declaration struck the air like a sheet of ice.

Sona studied Evangeline for a long, heavy moment, her cool expression never wavering. Behind her, Momo shifted uncomfortably on her feet, while Ruruko frowned in clear disapproval of the defiance. Tsubaki kept her hand resting near her weapon, her gaze locked onto Evangeline like a hawk.

Issei felt the atmospheric pressure plummeting toward zero again. ‘Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. This is bad. This feels like a “my girls are going to start a war because none of them know how to compromise” kind of bad!’

However, after a grueling three seconds of unbroken eye contact, Sona finally exhaled softly through her nose and adjusted her glasses once more. “Very well,” Sona conceded smoothly. “If the prisoner is incapacitated, then pressing the matter tonight is illogical.”

Issei blinked in absolute shock. ‘Wait... she’s actually backing off?!’

Evangeline smirked faintly, her eyes glinting as if savoring a small, effortless political victory.

Sona’s gaze swept across the scorched, ash-covered lawn one final time. “There is much to process,” Sona stated, her voice returning to its strict, cadence. “Reya will provide me with a full debriefing, and I shall be forced to confer directly with Rias Gremory... regarding our collective policy toward your household.” Her tone grew perceptibly colder as her eyes locked back onto Issei. “An unlisted, high-tier anomaly operating within our borders with unknown objectives cannot, and will not, be ignored.”

Issei swallowed hard, a flare of heat crawling up the back of his neck. He deeply disliked the way she said anomaly, like he was some dangerous puzzle she was itching to dissect.

Before turning away, Sona raised her chin, delivering a final, absolute directive. “Hyoudou Issei. Tomorrow morning, you will report directly to the Student Council office. I don’t care if it's a weekend. You may bring your... harem with you. We shall negotiate the terms of your existence in Kuoh then.”

“H-HAREM?!” Issei yelped at the top of his lungs, his face instantly exploding into a blinding, tomato-red flush. “W-Well, I wouldn’t go around calling them that out loud, Kaichou!”

Nyaruko immediately puffed her soot-stained cheeks, waving her crowbar in protest. “Hey! I’ll have you know that Darling belongs exclusively to me! I am the primary heroine of this story!”

Kaguya meanwhile scoffed loudly, for once in agreement with Nyaruko, raising her nose into the air as she denied being lumped into such a vulgar category. “Ignore that unhinged brute! But let it be known that I am the official sovereign wife, while the rest of these girls are simply concubines at best!”

Priscilla inclined her massive, feathered head in calm, earnest agreement. “A remarkably fitting description of our domestic hierarchy.”

Evangeline turned bright crimson, her small frame shaking as she screamed, “I-I STILL HAVE NOT AGREED TO THAT OUTCOME!”

Sona Sitri completely ignored their frantic, chaotic outbursts. She simply raised a single, graceful hand, and her peerage immediately collapsed their formation inward around her with practiced precision.

FLASH!

A massive, brilliant teleportation circle ignited beneath their feet! The intricate, geometric crest of the Sitri family burned with intense blue light, illuminating the entire ruined neighborhood. A sharp, humming vibration of raw, high-density demonic power filled the air.

Issei squinted against the glare, watching as Sona gave him one last, deeply assessing look through the rising light. There was no malice in her sharp eyes, only cool, mechanical calculation. It was the gaze of a master strategist already running thousands of variables, outcomes, and contingencies through her head.

And then, in a blinding flash of light, the Sitri Peerage vanished entirely, leaving behind only the quiet night, the ruined street, and Issei’s absolute disaster of a household.

The suburban street fell into an eerie, unbroken silence, save for the distant, rhythmic chirp of summer cicadas and the faint, cool whistle of wind threading through the quiet neighborhood.

Issei finally let out the long, suffocating breath he’d been holding since the Sitri Peerage vanished, his shoulders slumping in physical and emotional exhaustion. “Man...” He groaned, rubbing his face with both hands. “Tomorrow’s Student Council meeting is going to be a nightmare...”

For a long, heavy moment, no one in the yard spoke.

Then Issei let out another miserable groan, turning his head toward Kaguya. “Did you really have to be that brutally aggressive with Kaichou? She’s literally the one running the school!”

Kaguya looked down at him with imperious, untouchable calm, her crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dark. “Yes. Absolutely,” She declared, as she lifted her chin. “When dealing with foreign nobility, husband, one must always project an impenetrable, uncompromising front. To display even a fraction of hesitation or weakness is to invite immediate exploitation. Tell me, do you actively desire to be taken advantage of?”

Issei scratched his burning cheek, frowning slightly. “...No, I guess not,” He mumbled, letting out a defeated sigh. ‘Still... couldn’t you have dialed back the whole "I’ll kill you if you breathe” vibe just a little bit?’ Shaking his head, Issei finally took a proper look around his surroundings and immediately wished he hadn't.

The neighborhood was still a grotesque disaster. The street was pockmarked with deep, jagged craters, streetlamps were bent at impossible angles, and neighboring walls were cracked open. Dark, thick pools of crimson blood were collecting in the gutter, and scattered, scorched fragments of exorcists still smoked faintly where Nyaruko’s bomb barrage had detonated.

Issei winced, his stomach taking a violent, nauseating turn. “Uh... this is bad. This is really, really bad,” Issei panicked, his face draining of color. “Can we, you know, fix the neighborhood? Like, right now? Before the neighbors wake up at dawn and wonder why the neighborhood looks like a horror movie set?”

Kaguya’s sharp, imperious expression instantly softened into something between maternal indulgence and aristocratic pride. “Of course, my husband,” Kaguya purred softly. “A matter of such trivial proportions is effortlessly resolved.”

She lifted one delicate, silk-draped hand and lightly snapped her fingers.

SNAP.

Reality itself let out a heavy, grinding groan.

Issei’s jaw dropped as the sheer scale of the destruction began to violently reverse itself! Cracks in the asphalt zipped sealed, heavy chunks of flying rubble leapt backward through the air, re-knitting themselves into solid stone, and shattered window frames fused seamlessly together. Even the bent streetlamps straightened with a metallic hum, their shattered glass bulbs repairing as if time itself was being forcefully wound backward on a reel.

Within a matter of seconds, the architecture of the block looked pristine as though a single explosion had never touched it.

“...Whoa,” Issei breathed, his mouth hanging wide open in genuine awe. “Seeing your powers in action never gets old, Kaguya. It’s like having a literal rewind button for real life!” However, as Issei’s gaze dropped back down to the newly restored pavement, his heart instantly sank into his shoes.

The heavy, dark bloodstains were still pooling on the pristine concrete. The puddles of crimson glistened underneath the freshly repaired streetlamps. And the scattered, burnt body parts? Still lying exactly where they fell. The houses and walls were brand new, but the street was still an absolute gore-fest.

Issei’s face paled to a translucent white. “Uh... Kaguya? You... you missed a really, really big part.”

Kaguya simply gave a graceful, unbothered shrug of her silken shoulders. “My authority governs the continuum of time and instant, husband,” she stated smoothly, as if explaining basic arithmetic. “I can control time, if I used my powers I would simply be reviving our foes back to life and I possess zero interest in bringing them back."

Issei violently pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a migraine coming on. “Great. Just... great.” Panicking, he spun around toward his only remaining option. “Hey, Evangeline! Think you can do something about... this?!”

The little vampire lord tilted her head, her blue eyes gleaming with sudden, wicked mischief as they turned red. “Oh, I certainly could,” Evangeline drawled smoothly, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “Quite easily, in fact.”

A wave of profound relief washed over Issei. “Thank God! Okay, then please—”

“But...” Evangeline interrupted, her smirk widening into a sharp, predatory line, “...I happen to be feeling exceedingly hungry.”

Issei blinked, thrown off-guard. “...Hungry? Oh! That’s totally fine! I can whip us up a late-night snack real quick! I actually know my way around the kitchen pretty well—”

Her small smirk widened into something altogether sharper, revealing the delicate, needle-like points of her fangs. “That is not the variety of 'food' I am referring to, boy.”

Issei’s relief vanished, replaced by an instant, creeping confusion. “...Then... what kind of food do you want?”

Evangeline’s crimson eyes glinted like fresh rubies under the lamplight as she closed the distance, her voice dropping into a silken, dangerous purr. “Have you already forgotten what I am, Issei?”

For a split second, Issei’s brain went entirely blank. Then, the pieces violently clicked into place. His eyes went wide as the realization slammed into him. “Right... I remember now. You’re a Vampire...”

Evangeline offered a slow, deeply satisfied nod. “Precisely. So tell me, husband... how do you suppose I intend to sate my appetite tonight?”

Issei’s heart skipped a heavy beat, his pulse hammering wildly in his throat. He darted a nervous, sweating glance at the rest of his household.

Priscilla watched the exchange in serene, silent composure. Kaguya hid a subtle, amused smirk behind her long silk sleeve. Nyaruko was practically vibrating with excitement, grinning as if she were sitting in the front row of drama.

Issei swallowed hard, his pulse hammering in his ears as Evangeline’s gaze lingered intensely on his neck. For a terrifying second, he could vividly imagine her sharp fangs sinking deep into his collarbone. “...If... if that’s really all it takes,” Issei said, his voice trembling slightly but completely sincere, “then... you can have my blood. Gladly. Just... please, help me clean this up.”

Evangeline blinked, her smug expression freezing mid-smirk. “...Eh?” 

Before she could process his answer or tease him further, Issei took a step forward, genuine, frantic worry written all over his face. “Wait, hang on a second!” Issei blurted out, his hands flailing slightly in panic. “Evangeline... have you even been eating properly since you got here?!”

The words tumbled out of his mouth in a frantic rush.

“This is literally the first time you’ve ever asked to drink blood since I summoned you! What if you’ve been secretly starving yourself this whole time?! What if your magic is weak because you’ve been holding back and suffering in silence?!”

The entire street fell into a dead, staggering quiet.

Evangeline stared up at him, her ruby eyes wide and utterly taken aback as her eyes turned back to blue. That was not the reaction she had calculated. She had fully anticipated raw terror, nervous bargaining, or at the very least a flustered, stammering mess. Not... this. Not him genuinely fretting over her health like she was some neglected, delicate house pet.

“...You absolute idiot,” Evangeline muttered at last, her sharp voice uncharacteristically soft and slightly flustered. “Do you honestly believe I would collapse simply because I skipped a few meals?”

Issei rubbed the back of his neck, a faint pink dusting his cheeks. “Well... I don’t know! You’ve been fighting a lot, and I don’t want you hurting yourself because you’re too proud to say something.”

Evangeline’s lips parted, then closed. She quickly crossed her small arms with an exaggerated huff, desperately trying to reassemble her usual arrogant composure. “Tch! Listen carefully to me, you simple-minded fool,” She commanded, her face slightly flushed. “I am a true vampire. Unlike lesser, filthy vampiric breeds, I do not require blood for basic survival. Blood amplifies my magical reserves, yes, and I thoroughly enjoy the taste, but it is hardly vital to my existence. That is precisely why I can walk beneath the open sun without turning to ash!”

Issei’s eyes widened in realization. “So that's why you never freaked out during the daytime...” He let out a relieved laugh, offering her a bright, warm grin. “Man, that’s a huge relief! Still, if you want to drink my blood, I really don’t mind at all. Do you want to do it right now, or... later?”

Evangeline froze completely. His totally casual, earnest offer rattled her composed demeanor far more than it had any right to. “...Later,” She finally managed to squeeze out, turning her head away as her cheeks burned a faint, unmistakable pink. “I am not some unsophisticated beast who feeds out in the open like a wild animal!”

With a swift, dramatic flick of her pale fingers, several dark-crimson magic circles flared to life high above the ruined street! They hovered with absolute precision over every single bloodstain, every shredded limb, and every lingering streak of scorched gore.

With a low, whispering chant from her lips, streams of intense, deep-violet flames erupted from the centers of the crests, cascading downward like a silent, burning rainstorm.

The fire was utterly eerie, completely cold to the touch and silent as death, consuming flesh without spreading an inch to the surrounding concrete. It greedily devoured the blood, flesh, and residual ash, leaving nothing behind but faint, sweet-smelling wisps of smoke that vanished harmlessly into the night air.

Within a matter of two minutes, the entire street was polished, and spotless, looking for all the world as though a brutal, bloody battle had never taken place.

Issei let out a long, shuddering breath, his shoulders sagging in relief. “Wow... it’s completely spotless. Thank you so much, Evangeline.”

The small vampire witch's blue eyes widened in sudden surprise. For a heartbeat, she stood completely motionless, caught entirely off guard by the unvarnished, sincere gratitude in his voice. Then, with a dramatic huff, she spun on her heel, her cheeks flushing a brilliant scarlet.

“D-Don’t misunderstand, you fool!” She stammered, crossing her arms tightly. “For someone of my sublime skill, a trivial cleanup spell is nothing at all!”

Issei chuckled softly under his breath, a tired smile touching his lips. ‘Man, she is really, shockingly bad at hiding when she’s flustered...’

Behind them, the rest of the household observed the exchange with varying degrees of sharp amusement and subtle suspicion.

Kaguya’s crimson eyes narrowed slightly, her intricate silk fan snapping open with a crisp clack to conceal the knowing smile playing on her lips. “Hmm,” Kaguya hummed thoughtfully. “So the prideful vampire can be so easily disarmed by basic kindness.”

Priscilla tilted her head, her massive frame casting a shadow over Evangeline as she observed her with quiet, gentle curiosity. “Does this signify that she has officially accepted her status as one of Issei’s mates?”

“Darling’s harem continues its unstoppable expansion~!” Nyaruko sang merrily, throwing her arms around Issei’s elbow and clinging to him with gleeful abandon. “But no matter how many extra heroines get added to the cast, I’ll always be your absolute favorite, right? Right, Darling~?!”

Issei groaned loudly, a fiery red blush exploding across his face once more. “C-Come on, stop phrasing it like we're in some kind of trashy visual novel!”

Yet, the rigid way Evangeline’s shoulders locked up, combined with the frantic way her bright blue eyes darted to the side, told the rest of the women everything they needed to know. Whether the ancient vampire was ready to admit it to herself or not, she was rapidly being pulled into Issei’s inescapable orbit.

With the suburban street finally restored, Issei and the girls turned back toward the Hyoudou residence, but as they rounded the front porch, the relief died instantly in Issei’s throat.

His family home still had the gaping, torn hole on the second floor, staring back at him like an open, jagged mouth. The entire wall was shredded into splinters, broken roof tiles dangled precariously by threads, and torn bedroom curtains fluttered uselessly in the cool night wind.

“Crap,” Issei groaned, dragging both hands down his face in sheer agony. “There it is. Mom and Dad are going to literally skin me alive.”

Priscilla followed his horrified gaze upward, her tall, imposing frame shifting uncomfortably. Her golden-green eyes softened with genuine guilt, and she bowed her white-haired head in deep remorse. “I offer my humblest apologies, Issei,” Priscilla muttered, her velvety voice was laced with sorrow. “I lost my composure and in my frantic haste to break free and shield you, I caused... severe, unnecessary damage to your home.”

Issei turned to look at her, startled by the sheer sadness in her expression. For an entity so massive and dominant on the battlefield, she looked heartbreakingly timid right now. He quickly shook his head, waving his hands frantically in the air. “No, no, no! Please don't apologize, Priscilla! You literally smashed through a wall because you were worried about my life, remember?! If anything, I should be falling on my knees thanking you! A broken house can always be rebuilt. My life... not so much!”

Priscilla’s expression softened instantly, a faint, tender blush coloring her pale cheeks as her golden eyes glowed with quiet affection.

Kaguya, however, flicked her long hair back over her shoulder, letting out a regal sigh that carried all the dramatic weight of an empress dealing with unruly, hyperactive children.

“Very well,” Kaguya proclaimed gracefully. “I shall utilize my authority again to repair the residence... however, I shall only do so once Priscilla has proven she can physically maneuver herself into the room. Otherwise, she will simply crush the wall again, and we shall be trapped in a tedious, endless loop.”

Priscilla inclined her head with solemn respect. “Alrigth, a logical assessment.”

The demi-dragon stepped forward, crouched low to the ground, and carefully attempted to wedge her massive, nine-foot frame through the exact hole she had blasted open earlier. Every single movement was calculated and agonizingly delicate, her pristine white hair spilling across the jagged wooden edges, but her sheer physical scale worked ruthlessly against her.

CRUNCH!

A heavy support beam snapped under her shoulder.

CRACK!

A shower of white plaster rained down onto the front porch.

Issei’s heart sank lower into his stomach with every sickening noise. ‘There goes the structural integrity of the hallway... and oh God, there goes my mom’s favorite decorative vase! This is actual torture to watch!’

Issei covered his face with both hands, peeking through his fingers like a teenager watching a gory horror movie. “Priscilla, careful, careful—watch the left—oh no, not the bookshelf! That’s where we keep the family photo albums—!”

Finally, with one last awkward, incredibly tense shuffle, Priscilla managed to draw her long legs inside the room. She sat back on her knees, arranging her massive form as comfortably as possible in the cramped bedroom, looking absurdly out of place yet completely serene. “I have successfully achieved entry,” She announced softly.

Issei finally released the breath he felt like he’d been holding for ten minutes. “...Thank God.”

Kaguya immediately raised her hand and snapped her fingers with absolute precision.

SNAP!

In a single moment, the house began to actively heal itself! Splintered wooden beams re-knit their fibers, flying tiles leapt upward through the air to lock back into the roof, and shattered window glass reformed with a flawless, crystalline shimmer. The massive gaping hole shrank at terrifying speed, sealing perfectly as if time itself was sprinting backward, systematically erasing every trace of draconic destruction.

Issei, as always, watched on in awe. “Man... seeing that in person is just mind-blowing every single time.”

Within moments, the Hyoudou household stood pristine under the moonlight once more. The second floor looked factory-new, the exterior paint was immaculate, and the glass glinted cleanly in the night air.

“...It’s perfect,” Issei breathed, reverent awe lacing his words. “It looks even better than it did before the fight! You’re unbelievable, Kaguya.”

The moonlight caught the gleam in her crimson eyes as she closed her fan with a sharp, satisfying snap. “Of course I am,” she stated, her posture exuding total, regal pride. “I am royalty. Perfection is my minimum baseline.”

Nyaruko, casually resting her soot-stained crowbar over her shoulder, offered a bright grin. “Good thing too! Otherwise Darling’s parents would’ve woken up tomorrow morning like, ‘Why is our house suddenly an abstract art exhibit?’”

Issei winced violently. “Please don’t even joke about that... my heart can’t take it.”

With weary, heavy steps, Issei led the girls through the front entrance. The faint, warm scent of his childhood home welcomed him, a comforting sensation so familiar it almost managed to drown out the lingering mental ghost of ozone, magic, and blood from the streets outside.

Nyaruko bounded inside first, her footsteps clicking against the entryway floor as her long silver hair swayed with every exaggerated step. She paused, glancing back at Issei over her shoulder, her wide, manic grin softening into something surprisingly serious as she held his arm. “Darling~? Are you really actually planning to go meet that devil girl tomorrow morning?The one with the glasses and the ‘I’m too cool for everyone’ look/attitude?”

Issei scratched the back of his neck, wincing at the thought. “Yeah... I think I kind of have to.I don’t really want to cause any more trouble between us. If hearing her out keeps the peace, then… why not?”

Nyaruko pouted, her ahoge drooping, but she didn't argue the point further, though the possessive, iron grip she maintained on his left arm communicated loud and clear that she was far from thrilled about sharing his attention.

From the doorway behind them, Evangeline stepped lightly into the living room, her sharp blue eyes glinting with curiosity. “Speaking of tomorrow’s agenda,” Evangeline purred smoothly, her tone laced with deep intrigue, “when, precisely, are you planning to summon the new arrivals?”

The ambient air in the hallway instantly froze solid.

Kaguya stopped dead mid-step, her silk-covered fingers tightening instantly around her fan. Nyaruko whipped her head around so fast her long silver hair nearly slapped Issei directly across the face.

Both women spoke at the exact same fraction of a second:

“New arrivals?!” Kaguya demanded, her voice as sharp and cold as a razor blade.

“DARLING, WHAT NEW GIRLS IS SHE TALKING ABOUT?!” Nyaruko shrieked, her tone dripping with intense jealousy.

Issei flinched violently, cold sweat breaking out across his forehead. “U-Uh... w-well... I wasn’t planning on dropping it on you guys quite so suddenly, but...” He let out a long, defeated sigh, realizing there was zero chance of dodging the interrogation. “After we survived that massive fight tonight, the Gacha System gave me a notification. I suddenly gained seven complete Gacha rolls.”

Two pairs of eyes locked onto him with staggering levels of outrage, and sharp possessiveness.

“I... I was planning to pull them tomorrow morning right before we walk into the Student Council office,” Issei explained, holding his hands up defensively and chuckling nervously. “I figured... you know, having extra allies might actually be super useful when we’re negotiating with Sona-Kaichou?”

The suffocating silence that followed was louder than any bomb Nyaruko had detonated on the driveway.

Kaguya exhaled a sharp, frustrated breath through her nose, snapping her fan open once more. “More uninvited competition,” She muttered, her prideful gaze narrowing in annoyance. “Fate has already bound your soul to us. Why must the cosmos insist on continuously throwing additional women into our affairs?”

Nyaruko puffed her cheeks out to maximum capacity, clinging onto Issei’s arm like an aggressive toddler flat-out refusing to share her favorite toy. “Darling is mine! Mine, mine, mine! I refuse to share screen time with seven entirely new heroines!”

Evangeline let out a soft, wicked smirk at the absolute chaos her simple question had unleashed. “Tch. Calm yourselves, you overly dramatic fools,” The vampire scoffed smoothly. “He’ll need every bit of help he can get tomorrow. Just think of them as necessary reinforcements.”

While neither Kaguya nor Nyaruko were particularly happy with the reality, the strategic weight of Evangeline’s cold logic silenced further active protests. Even Kaguya’s sharp glare softened into a reluctant, dignified nod of acknowledgement.

Issei let out a massive weary sigh. Desperate to steer the conversation far away from the topic of his expanding harem, he turned his eyes toward Evangeline. “So... about that whole blood-drinking thing you brought up earlier. Do you... uh... want to take a bite now? Or do you want to wait until tomorrow?”

Evangeline’s lips curled into a thoroughly mischievous, razor-sharp smile. “Later,” she drawled smoothly, her voice dropping into a dark purr. “Tonight, I have far more entertaining duties to attend to.” She let out a low, wicked chuckle, her ruby eyes glinting with cruel delight. “We still have an unconscious Fallen Angel sitting in the basement waiting to be properly converted to our cause, after all.”

Issei’s jaw dropped. “Y-You can’t just go around forcibly converting—” He cut himself off, closed his eyes, and vigorously rubbed his aching temples. “You know what? I don't even have a fraction of the energy required to argue with you tonight. Just... please don't tear down the basement.”

With heavy, exhausted steps, Issei trudged down the hallway toward the guest room, his limbs feeling like they were poured full of lead.

Inside the dimly lit room, Priscilla had already made herself comfortable, her long, immaculate form curled with surprising grace across the plush futon. Her golden-green eyes softened with profound warmth the second he crossed the threshold, her massive dragon tail swaying lazily against the tatami mats.

Nyaruko wasted zero time bounding in directly behind him. She tossed her soot-covered crowbar into the corner with a loud metallic CLANG! before throwing herself onto the futon, latching onto Issei’s waist with a triumphant, victor’s grin.

Issei collapsed down onto the blankets right between the towering dragon deity and the manic eldritch cop, letting out a long groan and covering his face with both hands. “Tomorrow is going to be absolute hell...” he whispered to the dark room.

But as Priscilla’s radiant, soothing warmth pressed comfortably against his back, and Nyaruko’s cheerful, quiet humming filled his left ear, Issei’s heavy eyelids slowly began to flutter shut. The bone-deep exhaustion of a long, blood-soaked night finally dragged him down under the surface, deeper and deeper, until restful sleep claimed his mind entirely.

For the rest of the night, at least, the Hyoudou household was entirely at peace.

Done, tell me what you think and if I made any mistakes.

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[HOST SYSTEM PROFILE]

HOST: Issei Hyoudou 

TITLES:

  Aspiring Harem King

  The Dragon’s Vessel

  "Darling" (Nyaruko)

  “Husband” (Kaguya)

  “Boy” / "You Fool" (Evangeline)

  "Issei" (Priscilla)

  "Master" (Raynare)

CURRENT "LUCK" MODIFIER: D-Rank 

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[HOST PHYSICAL & ENERGY STATUS]

VITALITY: 75 / 100 [Condition: Physically uninjured; mental fatigue and stamina are currently recovering due to sleep. Psychological stress over house destruction fully resolved via Kaguya's temporal magic. 

MANA / ENERGY: DRAINED (RECOVERING)

Sacred Gear Status: Is still in it’s Twice Critical phase

AURA SIGNATURE: Perverted, highly stressed, emitting a localized draconic-like pheromone 

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The Summoned Harem (Current Roster)

1. NYARUKO (The Crawling Chaos)

Origin: Haiyore! Nyaruko-san

Class: Eldritch Alien Cop / Chaos Deity

Love Meter: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ (111% - ABSOLUTE OBSESSION / PRIMARY HEROINE CLAIM)

Specialties: Space-time manipulation, Close-quarters combat, Extreme physical affection, Pocket-Dimension Storage.

Current Status: Sleeping contentedly beside Issei on the futon, clinging to his arm in absolute bliss after claiming her status as his main love.

Note: Extremely possessive; deeply hostile toward the idea of Issei adding 7 new girls in the morning.

2. KAGUYA HOURAISAN (The Eternal Princess)

Origin: Touhou Project

Class: Immortal Lunarian Aristocrat

Love Meter: ❤️❤️🖤🖤🖤 (38% - IMPERIAL ACCEPTANCE & PROTECTIVENESS)

Specialties: Manipulation of "Eternity and the Instant," High-tier Barrier Magic, Total Structural Temporal Restoration.

Current Status: Resting gracefully after completely rewinding time on the Hyoudou residence; offended by Sona Sitri's claims of territorial ownership over Issei's town.

Note: Firmly believes the local Devil nobility should kneel before the Hyoudou household; view on new summons shifted from total rejection to "reluctant tactical approval."

3. EVANGELINE A.K. McDOWELL (The Calamity Witch)

Origin: Mahou Sensei Negima! / UQ Holder!

Class: True Shinso Vampire / High Witch / Master of Ice & Darkness

Love Meter: ❤️❤️🖤🖤🖤 (30% - FLUSTERED INTEREST & TSUNDERE AFFECTION)

Specialties: High-tier Ice Magic, High-tier Darkness Magic, Puppet-mastery, Centuries of master combat experience.

Current Status: Currently in the basement monitoring the captive Kalawarna; flustered over Issei's genuine concern for her health and his open offer of his own blood.

Note: Claims blood is purely a power-boost rather than a biological requirement; secretly touched by Issei's foolishly warm nature.

4. PRISCILLA (The Dragon Crossbreed)

Origin: Dark Souls

Class: Draconic Hybrid Deity

Love Meter: ❤️❤️❤️❤️🖤 (85% - DEEP DEVOTION & SACRED BOND)

Specialties: Life-Hunting Curse, Occult Sorcery, Sub-zero Temperature Control, Unbreakable Defense.

Current Status: Sleeping soundly in the guest room beside Issei, tail swaying gently; deeply happy that Issei defended her efforts.

Note: Fully accepts her role as Issei's "Mate"; fiercely protective of his physical safety against any threat.

5. RAYNARE (THRALL / DOMESTIC MAID OF LIGHT)

Origin: High School DxD

Class: Purified Low-Rank Angel (Bounded Servant)

Love Meter: ❤️🖤🖤🖤🖤 (06% - ABSOLUTE DEVOTION & REVERENCE)

Specialties: Purified Light manipulation, Transformation Magic, High-tier Housekeeping, Laundry & Perimeter Security.

Current Status: Guarding Issei's sleeping parents while monitoring the basement alongside Evangeline; relieved that Issei showed mercy to Kalawarna.

Note: Actively preparing the basement for "Maid #2" conversion protocol.

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Subjugated Captives / Prisoners

KALAWARNA (The Fallen Angel)

Origin: High School DxD

Status: UNCONSCIOUS / CAPTURED BY ISSEI

Current Condition: UNCONSCIOUS / CAPTURED & CONTAINED 

Current Location: Hyoudou Basement (Under Evangeline's Barrier) 

Note: The second survivor of the Grigori vanguard. Awaiting Thrall Maid conversion protocol 

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System Notification

Gacha Harem System: 7 Summon Rolls available (Roll 4 Completed).