Seriously… calling him now!?

Just when Alice and I were nailing a serious moment… you’re summoning him!?

The Panties Dragon King!?

“Yes, understood!” Asia replied.

Oh no, Asia’s going for it!

She clasped her hands, summoning a golden dragon gate.

“Answer my call, Golden King. Crawl the earth and claim your reward! Come forth, Golden Dragon Lord, Fafnir-san!”

As she chanted, the magic circle glowed brighter.

Light burst, revealing a massive dragon with golden scales.

Fafnir, one of the Five Great Dragon Kings, bound to Asia.

He surveyed the area and opened his huge mouth.

“…Panties time?”

…Right off the bat.

I faceplanted hard.

I mean, come on!

I knew it was coming, but still!

“No, it’s not—uh, yes, panties time!” Asia stammered, correcting herself.

“Panties time” from Asia’s mouth!?

“What’s happening?” Vali tilted his head.

“Vali, stop! Don’t look!” I shouted.

This isn’t for you to see!

Ddraig roared, “Albion! Don’t listen! It’ll kill your soul!”

“What’s that, Red One…? Not… breasts again!? Huff, huff… it hurts…” Albion groaned.

Oh, come on!

Albion, you too!?

You’re in deep, aren’t you!?

“It’s not breasts! Fafnir’s not the Fafnir we knew! He’s just a pervert!” Ddraig yelled.

Just a pervert, huh?

I get it!

Last time was a disaster!

Tiamat nearly lost her mind!

Meanwhile, with Tiamat

“Too weak,” she sneered.

A massive flash obliterated the coup’s vampires.

Even enhanced, they were nothing before a Dragon King’s strike.

Tiamat beckoned provocatively. “Come on, vampires who forgot their pride. Try taking my head. I won’t run or hide. Bring it.”

The soldiers shuddered.

Her taunting words stung.

They should’ve been furious.

But their feet wouldn’t move forward—they backed away.

Their enhanced comrades turned to dust in an instant. Hesitation was natural.

Tiamat sighed. “Pathetic. These small fries are manageable. The real issue is Rizevim Livan Lucifer’s plan…”

She scanned her surroundings.

Issei’s warning about a foreign god lingered.

“No sign of it yet… watching from afar? Its minions are absent too. Convenient for me. For now—”

She locked eyes with the soldiers. “Come at me, weaklings.”

With a fearless grin, she faced them.

(Still, it’s chilly. Should I have worn something? It’s… breezy…)

Regretting her choice, Tiamat fought on.

Back to the present

Azazel addressed Fafnir. “When we contracted, I gave you items, right? There’s a Taslam replica in there! Use it! It’s from the same myth as Crow Cruach—it should work!”

Right, Azazel gave him legit treasures.

If it’s a key to beating Crow, that’s huge!

We can’t overpower him otherwise.

Fafnir responded, “Fine. But I want something.”

“Panties, right!? Alright, Asia, give him your treasure panties! If it gets us Taslam, it’s a steal! Hahaha!” Azazel laughed.

No way that’s a steal!

Asia’s panties—a blonde nun’s—are priceless!

I’d pick them any day!

“Yes!” Asia rummaged through her pouch, pulling out pink, cute panties.

I’ve seen her wear those before.

…Giving them to Fafnir!?

But Fafnir puffed his cheeks, dissatisfied. “Not today. Not in a panties mood.”

Everyone’s eyes nearly popped out!

Not panties!?

Mood-dependent!?

Didn’t you just say “panties time”!?

Azazel, shocked, asked, “Seriously!? Then what do you want? Her bra!?”

“Azazel! Asia’s not a lingerie shop! Panties and bras aren’t handouts!” Rias protested.

“Exactly! What do you take a maiden’s undergarments for!?” Shino added.

Rias and Shino saw Asia as a little sister—natural outrage!

“Girls’ underwear is precious! It’s for someone special to see or remove!” Miu declared passionately.

True, but embarrassing!

My face is burning!

Though… when I was with Miu and Alice, their battle lingerie… taking it off was thrilling.

Oh no, remembering that…

The girls nodded at Miu’s words, looking enlightened.

Azazel pressed Fafnir. “What do you want from Asia!?”

Fafnir declared, “Asia-tan’s school swimsuit.”

…That’s the play.

So niche… unexpected!

Pervert Dragon King! Let’s destroy him!

A school swimsuit here!?

Not a pool or beach—vampire territory!

“Idiot! Who brings a swimsuit!? Go fetch one!?” Azazel snapped.

But Asia shouted, “I have it!”

She pulled a school swimsuit from her pouch, “Asia” embroidered on it.

The one from pool day!

Everyone was stunned.

Even Kiba’s eyes bulged!

Why!?

Why’s it here!?

Xenovia grabbed Asia’s shoulders. “Why do you have it!? Planning to swim!?”

Asia’s voice trembled. “Sona-kaichou told me…”

“Fafnir will likely want your school swimsuit next. He was staring at you intensely at the pool. It’s definitely the swimsuit. Bring it—it’ll be useful.”

We were speechless.

Sona predicted this!?

Now that I think about it, Fafnir did say he wanted to “drink the pool water Asia soaked in”…

This pervert dragon did want her swimsuit!

Rias growled, “As expected of Sona! Reading this far…!”

Xenovia shouted, “That’s our student council president! So calm and precise!”

“I respect Sona-kaichou!” Irina teared up.

Yeah, Sona’s amazing!

Who could’ve seen this coming!?

Alice and I think we’re observant, but this? No way!

But… this is awful!

We’re fighting the strongest evil dragon!

What are we doing!?

“Fafnir wants to swim?” Crow Cruach muttered, confused.

Good! Stay confused!

A serious dragon chasing the “end of dragons” shouldn’t understand this!

It’d break you!

I’d feel bad!

Please, stay clueless!

“I’ll give it!” Asia resolved, offering the swimsuit.

Fafnir leaned in—

“Asia-tan’s school swimsuit—nom!”

He ate it!

Chewing, he swallowed and said, “Smooth and refreshing.”

Is that so!?

Asia’s swimsuit is smooth and refreshing!?

I’m done with this pervert dragon!

Good thing Tiamat’s not here—she’d lose it again!

Meanwhile, with Tiamat, Part Two

“…? What was that…? Something bad…” Tiamat muttered.

“Raaargh!”

“Shut up, you’re in the way.”

“Gaaah!”

“Tch, they keep coming. Oh, right, I’ll punch Azazel later. …Still, so breezy. Should I put something on?”

Clearing vampires, she sensed something off.

Back to the present

Albion’s voice grew grave. “…Panties… panties, butts, rears! I’m not a Butt Dragon Emperor…! Huff, huff…!”

“Hold it together, White One!” Ddraig urged.

Albion rasped, “Listen, Ddraig. Bad timing, but my feelings…”

“What, Albion?”

“I suffer as an Oppai Dragon too. It’s not just you.”

“…! Albion, you get it!?” Ddraig choked.

“Of course. Breasts, butts—why must we, the Two Heavenly Dragons, endure this? I resented you and Issei. But it’s not just you or Vali. This era is cruel to us.”

“I know! This era’s brutal! Look at Fafnir!” Ddraig agreed.

“It’s the era’s fault, so I’m innocent!” Ignis chimed in.

You’re 100% guilty, you dumb goddess!

Blaming the era!?

You’re the culprit!

But Ddraig and Albion ignored her, continuing.

“Let’s talk until our hearts heal,” Ddraig suggested.

“Yes. Will you hear my woes, Ddraig?” Albion asked.

“Of course. Let’s bare our souls.”

Wait, what?

The Two Heavenly Dragons are making up!?

“Vali’s not at fault… Odin’s the one who started the butt talk…” I mumbled.

“Sorry, partner. I need to talk with Albion. This is vital,” Ddraig said.

“Vali, leave me be. Only dragons understand this,” Albion added.

“Fine, but what’s this situation?” Vali asked.

“Don’t ask… just ignore it. Please,” I begged.

“…Alright,” Vali nodded.

Good, he dropped it.

I can’t explain this.

“Dragon talk sounds fun! I’m joining!” Ignis chirped.

No way!

You’ll make it worse!

Planning to torment Albion too, you dumb goddess!?

Absolutely not!

“Why not!?” Ignis gasped.

Why’re you shocked!?

You’re an idiot!

Don’t push the Heavenly Dragons further!

Fafnir, post-swimsuit, opened his mouth. “This week’s shocka-lad item, launch!”

Out came a large tube—a bazooka-like weapon.

Azazel hefted it onto his shoulder. “Taslam’s replica! Let’s see how it fares against Crow Cruach!”

He aimed and fired!

The shot zigzagged with intent, homing in on Crow!

“Taslam, the unerring demonic bullet. Unavoidable. Nostalgic. It’d have threatened me back then. But now—” Crow raised his arms, which swelled into massive dragon limbs!

He aimed to catch the bullet!

But as his giant palms closed, the bullet swerved, slipping under his arms!

It struck his exposed jaw!

A deafening explosion roared!

The golden flash blinded us… but when it cleared, Crow stood, biting the bullet in his dragon maw.

Azazel sighed. “…He stopped it…”

Crow spat the bullet to the floor, reverting his arms and face to human form.

Then—

“Time’s up. That’s enough.”

He turned, leaning against a wall, his fighting spirit gone.

“You’re quitting?” I asked, suspicious.

“I was told to stall for ten minutes. Continuing’s dull. This place is too cramped for a real fight. Next time, let’s go all out.”

Got it…

He wasn’t serious.

I went hard, but didn’t use Sky Strike, Sky Wings, or Ignis’s power.

Next time, I’ll need to be ready.

Crow fell silent, done fighting.

Judging he was serious, we hurried away.

I noticed him glancing at Gasper… what’s that about?

Is he curious about Gasper?

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