"DXD: Transfer Student"Chapter 235: There Are Always Exceptions
All around, the crowd buzzed with anticipation, hungry for conflict. But Draconis Yi and Sairaorg seemed to have no intention of obliging them.
They shook hands—Draconis Yi's grip steady, his smile calm and unhurried. "Draconis Yi. Rias's Knight," he introduced himself quietly.
Sairaorg's laughter boomed through the hall. "I know you! Word is you're some kind of prodigy—Knight and Pawn, both at once. Can't imagine how you pulled that off."
There was no trace of the disdain or provocation the crowd had hoped for. Still, Draconis Yi caught the spark of challenge in Sairaorg's eyes—a warrior's hunger for a worthy fight.
He'd expected questions about his dual class. In the Underworld, that sort of anomaly was bound to attract attention. He answered with practiced ease, "That's tied to my master's secrets. I'm not privy to the details—and I'm not at liberty to share."
Sairaorg grinned, glancing at Rias. "Didn't expect you to be so resourceful, Rias. If you ever go public with this, it'll cause a sensation. Even Lord Beelzebub might be impressed."
Rias managed a wry smile, inwardly exasperated by Draconis Yi's smooth deflection. She'd never had any secret tricks—contracting Draconis Yi had been a gamble, pure and simple. Who could've guessed he'd swallow so many of her chess pieces at once?
But given his talent, every piece spent had been worth it.
As the two young men chatted, the crowd's hopes for a brawl faded. Sighs rippled through the onlookers—especially among those hoping Sairaorg would put Draconis Yi in his place.
Draconis Yi spared them a casual glance, fully aware of their disappointment. But he wasn't about to start a pointless fight—Sairaorg wasn't stupid, and this wasn't the time or place. The real show would happen in the arena.
He remembered Serafall Leviathan's warning before he'd come to the Underworld: plenty of young devils were itching to test him. It was only a matter of time before someone tried to stir up trouble.
"The gathering's about to start. Shall we?" Sairaorg said, smiling.
"Lead the way," Rias replied, her posture elegant as ever, arm linked with Draconis Yi's. They walked together, poised and composed.
Suddenly, a thunderous crash echoed from up ahead. The entire corridor shuddered, and the source was a set of doors further down the hall.
Draconis Yi and Rias exchanged glances, then moved closer.
Beyond the doors, the hall was a wreck—shattered by wild magic. Two groups of devils faced off amid the debris. One side looked monstrous and grotesque; the other, more human, though both radiated cold hostility.
So much for etiquette.
Draconis Yi surveyed the chaos with mild disinterest. Rias had said fighting was forbidden at these gatherings, but who could really expect young devils to follow the rules? Most were proud, reckless, and barely contained.
Not far away, other devils watched the spectacle with amusement, their peerages clustered nearby—clearly high-ranking.
One gentle-looking young man smiled as he observed the scene, but when his gaze landed on Rias's group, his smile faltered. His eyes lingered on the blonde nun at Rias's side, studying her for a heartbeat before looking away, expression unreadable.
In the center of the confrontation, a female devil—sharp-eyed and bespectacled—spoke coldly. "Zephyrdor, do you have a death wish? If I killed you, the higher-ups probably wouldn't bat an eye."
She was striking in her own way, her aura fierce.
Zephyrdor, her opponent, sneered. "Hey, princess, I invited you over for a good time—you're just too uptight. What, never been with a man? The virgin scent's so strong it's practically choking. Thought I'd help you out!"
His crude remarks earned a grimace from Draconis Yi.
He sighed, muttering to Rias, "If this is the standard at these gatherings, what was the point of all those lessons in noble etiquette?"
Rias stifled a laugh. "They're the exception, not the rule…"
Most devils were polite enough, but the younger generation—hot-blooded and proud—were a different story. Throw them together, and chaos was inevitable. Even the old guard could only watch, helpless.
Draconis Yi hadn't bothered to lower his voice, so nearby devils heard him. They glanced his way, puzzled—none recognized him, but Rias at his side was unmistakable.
Confusion flickered across their faces.
Sairaorg stepped forward, voice cool and authoritative. "Enough. Princess Seekvaira of the Agares family, Zephyrdor of the Glasya-Labolas family—this isn't the place for your antics."
He stood between them, radiating calm rather than raw power.
Rias leaned in, whispering to Draconis Yi, "Keep an eye on Sairaorg."
"Why?"
"He's the top of the young devils. Number one."
Rias knew how terrifying Draconis Yi's strength was, but even she felt compelled to warn him about the Bael heir.
Draconis Yi smiled, nodding his understanding.
These young devils were formidable. His best achievement so far was defeating a high-class Fallen Angel, but the top talents here had already reached that level—and some even beyond.
No wonder arrogance ran rampant. High-class was just the beginning; beyond that lay the realm of ultimate-class devils—Maou-class, Super Devil-class, even Transcendents.
These youths had climbed heights most devils could only dream of.
Normally, standing among these high-class devils, someone like Draconis Yi would barely register—a breeze could blow him away.
But… there are always exceptions.
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