Transmigrated With A Time Chamber In DxD

“Eh? Did those girls finally make a manga out of you?”

He was excited. If it was a yes, he would gain enough teasing material for the next three years. However, who knew Atid would suddenly have a devious thought too.

“For your information, brother, those manga also include you.”

“...”

For a moment, the smile on Igor’s face remained before it slowly fell to confusion. Then, his face turned uglier than crying.

“Wh…what?”

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The flight back home was silent. After Atid’s killing move, Igor felt like someone stuffed a handful of faeces down his throat. It could also be said to be an own-goal for Atid as well. His expression was a bit sour when the silence of their flight allowed his mind to reminisce on what he saw.

Neither of them was alright, both in heart and in soul. Igor knew how retched some of the women in Indra’s army were. Although the deva women were alright, the other races contained the highest amount of perverts.

He could only swear to give each and every one of them a proper beating once he returned to the Heavenly Realm. Forget his father, even his mother would kill him if she even suspected she wouldn’t receive any grandchildren.

Thankfully, an hour of flying was enough to somewhat improve his fallen mood. His face wasn’t so ugly unlike before. At the very least, he was confident he could fake a smile in front of his family. As the town of Kuoh appeared off into the distance, they both lowered their altitude.

Gradually, Atid fell behind Igor, a subtle indication for him to lead. The young deva hybrid was a visitor so it was normal for him to trail behind.

As they descended, Igor was finally aware of a strange aura coming from the house.

[Devil?]

He was not overly worried. He was still worried, but more curious than apprehensive. It was when he got closer that he realised this energy signature vaguely felt familiar.

[Oh. It’s Serafall.]

Breathing a little easier, he no longer dilly-dallied, but rushed down.

Su!

“...”

A moment after, Atid also followed.

Su!

They were both quick and they instantly landed on the ground.

Su! …Su!

“...”

Watching Atid land elegantly with his hands behind his back, Igor was tempted to slap that pretentiousness out of him. Regardless, he could only shake his head and walk on ahead.

Dakaang~

Opening the door, he was instantly met with Asia who looked at him with bright green eyes. It was clear that she sensed him arrive.

“Um um, big brother? Are you…no longer constipated?”

“...”

“Pffft!”

Behind him, Atid couldn’t help but snort before hastily controlling himself. However, out of the corner of his eye, Igor could see how his lips were trembling.

“...”

Atid would never let him live this down, would he? Still, to think Asia would ask him such a strange question. Unfortunately for him, she picked the worst time to ask it.

Regardless, he couldn’t punish her now, could he?

“No Asia. I’m not and I never was constipated.”

“Oh…”

The little blonde cutely placed a finger to her lip in thought before smiling.

“Oh right! Big sister Lia asked for you to come to the kitchen when you arrive. She said you mustn’t run from policit…politec…the thing you hate.”

Without another word, she ran back into the living room and joined Akeno who had glued herself to the television.

“...”

Igor had the urge to curse when politics came into play once more. But considering how much Aurelia had taken care of him these last few days, he supposed he wouldn’t bunk this time.

“Sorry, Atid. Looks like we’ll have to wait. You can watch some TV with my little sisters or join me at the table.”

“...”

Atid peeked his head into the living room…

“...”

…and immediately decided to follow Igor. There was too much pink in whatever that show was. From the grin on Igor’s face, it was obvious his masculinity would come into question if he watched magical girls.

“I will come with you, brother.”

Magical girls was something you watched in private.

“Alright then.”

Leading the way forward, Igor and Atid made their way to the kitchen where he met three people sitting around the table. As always, Serafall was as short as he remembered. Though…why was she in frilly magical girl attire? Was she not embarrassed?

Igor kept his thoughts to himself and greeted.

“Hey, everyone. This is-”

“Atid, son of Lord Indra, and this generation’s Red Dragon Emperor.”

“““…”””

In this moment, Igor had one thought.

Vein Twitch!

[Pretentious little shit.]

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Serafall sat quietly. Her expression was calm, but her mind was in peril.

[Again? Again?!]

Once again, Igor’s dossier had to be updated. Not even a week had passed and she had to make changes to the archives holding his information.

She was aware of rumours that Indra might have a son. But seeing Atid in the flesh proved those rumours true. The boy had his father’s face after all.

Now that Igor was seemingly on good terms with Atid, his value had to be renegotiated. And from the subtle smirk on Aurelia’s face, Serafall was sure that demoness realised it as well.

[I hate him! You hear me? I hate you, Igor!]

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[What a wonderful assist, my lord.]

Aurelia was so happy that she was tempted to walk up and kiss him. Just when she thought she ran out of knives to poke into Serafall, Igor arrived with another set. With the only son of Indra here in the flesh, she was sure she could make Serafall bleed a few more litres of blood.

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Shuri was in amazement. Prior to Igor’s arrival, she never truly understood just how much worth Igor had. Already, Aurelia had managed to gain free-reign access to the Underworld in every single devil territory without restraint. In short, she managed to gain Igor and herself some privileges only the maou had without the cumbersome duties.

It was an exquisite battle of tongues and she’d already lost count of how many times Serafall pouted or sighed. But as a silent observer, she realised why Serafall could only dumbly endure.

Igor was strong. Not only was he strong, he only continued to get stronger. It was not impossible to see a future where his name alone would work as a deterrent. Just by publically having him as an ally would allow the devils to receive many favourable benefits from other pantheons.

Another factor was that he could be used as a gateway to opening diplomatic talks and establishing trading with other factions, especially the Hindu Pantheon. The Hindus were relatively reclusive, but who didn’t know of their wealth? Just the chance to engage with them opened up a whole new avenue of possibilities.

And that was just Igor. If Igor was a menacing spear, then Aurelia was the strongest shield. Her sealing capabilities were known throughout the supernatural world. Just look at Kyoto. Their barriers were not only sturdy, but possessed strong anti-infiltration capabilities. Strays and spies found it nigh-impossible to enter.

And those mass teleportation circles dotted across some of Japan’s cities? Those were her innovations. It was obvious the devils would want such innovations as well and why Serafall could only grit her teeth and obediently bleed.

The value these two held was unequivocal, unmistakable, and indisputable. And now that Igor showed himself to have a very good relationship with the son of the God of War, their value just rose a whole lot more.

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It settled it. Atid was pretentious. It was one thing to introduce himself as Indra’s son. But to reveal that he was this generation’s Red Dragon Emperor?

“...”

Glancing at the three women, Igor wondered if his brother wanted to show off in front of these pretty ladies. Already by default, one of them was off-limits.

Shuri was somewhat ambiguous, but Igor wouldn’t be surprised if Atid developed a crush on his aunt. He could admit that Shuri was very pretty. Poor Baraquiel. He felt sorry for the old man.

Serafall? She had nice legs but if he recalled, Atid preferred breasts more.

[Hmmm. Where is he looking?]

Subtly following his gaze, he realised that while Atid appeared to have lowered his head respectfully, his eyes were peering right at Serafall’s panties.

“...”

Vein Twitch!

[This perverted shit!]

At speeds much higher than the rest could follow, Igor could see Atid gaze intently at Serafall’s legs before lifting his eyes to meet hers. Unfortunately for Serafall, she did not have the necessary perception to catch his blatant actions.

“...”

In the end, Igor did nothing. While he would like nothing more than to slap Atid right in the back of the head, he refrained. His friend was an irredeemable pervert who hid behind a mask of propriety. But then again, he couldn’t blame him. He also used to stare at the legs of other women too.

*Glance*

Correction. He still stared at them, especially Aurelia’s. He just wasn’t shameless about it. Like a gentleman, he took a glance and looked away. Just a glance, nothing mor-

*Glance*

“...”

In his defence, Aurelia had some really nice calves.

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After Atid’s introduction, the surprise faded and space was made for them on the table. To Igor’s eternal dismay, five minutes passed and he already wondered why he was even needed here. Most of the time was passed with Serafall “unintentionally” flashing a small part of her body before speaking with Atid.

Be it a slip of her shirt that further exposed her cleavage or the sight of her thighs mushed together, they were all very effective moves, especially for Igor with the latter. Fortunately, both of them were gentlemen with very thick skin.

For Igor, if he didn’t want to fall into temptation, not even a horde of women could push him in. If he wanted to fall into temptation, he would fall into it headfirst without a parachute. Aurelia could personally attest to that.

Atid on the other hand was very shameless. At Serafall’s seemingly harmless probing, his face remained more rigid than an iron mask. However, very quickly, Igor was able to catch Atid glance down and stare for what seemed like minutes before glancing back up.

Unfortunately for Serafall, she couldn’t adapt to their level of speed. Her subtle seduction attempts were working. In fact, they were working too well. It’s just that before she could capitalise on them, Atid would’ve had his fill.

It was both sad and funny and on multiple occasions, Igor had to stop himself from laughing. Thankfully, Aurelia was there to steer the situation. After it was proven that Serafall couldn’t glean any meaningful information from Atid, she brought the topic back to them.

“Pardon for interrupting, Serafall-san. But with my lord here, I believe more in-depth talks about our potential alliance are necessary.”

“...”

While Igor was glad that Aurelia had stopped calling other people with “sama”, Serafall nearly outwardly groaned. The second round of bleeding was about to begin. Aurelia was definitely going to squeeze her right down to the marrow.

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