He sighed, a deep, heartfelt sigh only a teenager with a harem of supernatural beings and a dragon living in his left arm could understand. He looked at the white pawn in his hand.
Rias placed a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder. “No, Issei. You are our Pawn. Our most unpredictable piece. But this requires… diplomacy. Akeno, Koneko, with me. Kiba, secure the perimeter. Issei… finish your move.”
“We must stop them,” Rias said, rising to her feet. “The last time Xenovia ‘cooked’ she accidentally summoned a low-level demon from the grease fire. And if Irina’s holy light hits the dairy supplies, we’ll have a class-five magical contamination.” highschool dxd characters
Akeno Himejima, the club’s Vice-President, giggled from the tea cart, pouring a cup with elegant, deliberate movements. “Oh my, Koneko-chan. Don’t tease him. He’s nervous because Rias is watching his every move. Isn’t that right, Issei?” Her violet eyes sparkled with playful malice.
Kiba ran a hand through his golden hair. “It’s… a bake-off. Xenovia and Irina are in the school kitchen. They’ve declared a ‘Sacred Gear Showdown: Culinary Apocalypse Edition.’ Xenovia is trying to forge a cake using Durandal as a mixing tool. Irina is attempting to ‘purify’ a batch of cookies with holy light.” He sighed, a deep, heartfelt sigh only a
“One move,” he muttered. “I can do one move.”
“We have a problem,” he announced, his voice tight. “It’s not a stray devil. It’s not a fallen angel.” “No, Issei
And somewhere in the club room, on the chessboard, the white pawn stood alone, a tiny sentinel of the chaos to come.