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Seeing this, Kuroka knew her sister was deeply in love with me and quickly reminded her.
"Hibari Kyoya, Shirone is still young! You can't make a move on my sister, nya!"
Hearing this, I raised an eyebrow, looking playfully at the seductive Kuroka, and said flirtatiously, "Oh? Can't make a move on Koneko-chan? Then how about you take her place? A pair of catgirl sisters—just perfect!"
Koneko blushed furiously upon hearing my words, puffing her cheeks and glaring at me, looking utterly adorable and naive.
Kuroka, on the other hand, couldn't help but lick her lips, her expression becoming even more captivating as she chuckled.
"I wouldn't mind~ The children we have together will surely be outstanding in the future, nya~"
As a Nekoshou—Kuroka was already in heat. And I, possessing bloodline surpassing even the Dragon Gods, was naturally her ideal partner.
"....." Koneko looked resentfully at her older sister. They had just met, and she was already trying to steal her man...
"In that case, everything is much simpler now!" I said, stroking my chin, then turned to look at Bikou with a smile.
"I'm keeping Kuroka. Any objections?"
Sensing my playful gaze, Bikou gulped, speechless.
'The hell? Can I have an objection?'
'If I say one wrong word, I'll probably end up like Vali—crippled, if not dead.'
Seeing Bikou's awkward expression, Kuroka suddenly spoke up with a smile. "Pfft~ Bikou, why have you become timid? Just tell Vali truthfully that I'm staying with Hibari Kyoya, nya~"
Hearing Kuroka's teasing, Bikou couldn't help but roll his eyes. 'Easy for you to say.'
However, realizing he was just a messenger, and that Vali would be the one dealing with the headache later, it wasn't his problem. He simply nodded and left.
Seeing this, I took Koneko and Kuroka back to the Maou's party venue, preparing for the Rating Game competition scheduled in about ten days.
As a member of Rias's peerage—Koneko naturally had to participate. So, I took Kuroka to the spectator area.
At the entrance of the conference room, the guards respectfully said, "Lord Kyoya, His Majesty the Maou and the other Lords are already waiting for you!"
Entering the conference room, the first thing I saw were the leaders of the Three Factions.
Seeing me, Azazel, still looking disheveled, greeted me with a smile.
"Yo~ Kyoya, long time no see!"
Although he was still a bit upset about being extorted for several artificial Sacred Gears last time, he didn't seem too bothered.
Archangel Michael also greeted me with a smile. "Kyoya, thank you so much for your help last time!"
Thanks to my intervention, Heaven's System was finally functioning normally, and quite a few Pure-blooded Angels had already been born.
Michael was in a great mood, a heavy burden lifted from his shoulders. He felt very grateful towards me.
However, when Michael noticed Kuroka, he asked in surprise, "Kyoya, the one behind you... Could it be the SS-class Stray Devil, Kuroka?"
Hearing this, everyone turned their gazes towards Kuroka.
Being stared at by so many powerful figures from the Three Realms, even the usually lawless Kuroka looked terrified, her heart pounding nervously.
"That's right. But she's under my protection now!" I said calmly.
Then, I briefly explained the cause and effect of the original incident.
"To think that even Bikou, who inherited the bloodline of Sun Wukong, joined the [Khaos Brigade]—That's unexpected!" Sirzechs remarked.
"There's no need to worry about Bikou and the others. After all, they just crave challenging strong opponents. They're not inherently harmful!" I shrugged, indicating it wasn't a big deal.
Everyone nodded upon hearing this. Compared to the truly terrifying terrorists of the [Khaos Brigade], Vali and the others were indeed small fry.
"By the way, regarding Kuroka, I hope the warrant for her arrest can be revoked," I suddenly reminded Sirzechs.
"No problem!" Sirzechs readily agreed.
Watching the powerful figures treating me with such respect, Kuroka felt as if she were dreaming, too shocked to speak.
"Hmph~ Don't you young people know how to welcome this old man." Just then, a weathered voice sounded, and someone pushed open the door to the conference room.
Everyone looked over and saw an old man and a young girl walk in.
The old man wore an old hat, an eyepatch over his left eye, and had white hair and a long beard.
His attire wasn't particularly fancy, just a simple black robe. Perhaps due to back problems, he leaned on a staff.
The girl beside him had white hair, wore silver armor, and had two conspicuous cowlicks on her head.
I immediately guessed their identities. The old man was the Chief God of Norse Mythology—Odin!
As for the girl behind him, she was Odin's Valkyrie bodyguard—Rossweisse.
"Well, well~ Long time no see, you old geezer from the North!" Azazel greeted them with a chuckle.
"Indeed, it has been a while, you Fallen scum. I feel a headache every time I see you all getting along so chummy—You're not planning some other ridiculous scheme, are you?"
Odin replied slowly, sitting down on the sofa and stroking his beard mockingly.
"We're not like you backwoods gods. Young people should break through and not be bound by the past!" Azazel shot back.
"Tch~ The typical mentality of a complete loser. Just a bunch of kids who lost their God and Maous," Odin scoffed.
"What the—! Your mouth spews nothing but bullshit! You damned old geezer!" Azazel cursed.
"And you lot acting like a bunch of kids playing house. You Fallen punks." Odin shot back.
I watched the two curse each other with great interest. Kuroka was completely stunned.
'Is this really the image of a God she remembered? Why do they look like street thugs?'
Watching Odin and Azazel argue and curse, Sirzechs felt a headache coming on and had no choice but to interrupt helplessly.
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