DxD: A World Where T*tties Defy Gravity [ Chapter 89: Holy Aura! ] (Patreon)
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Rex turned around, all eyes on him except his own, as his crimson eyes were firmly trained on his grandfather, who was frozen in place and trying his hardest to struggle out of it, as the party had gone completely silent.
Death in his eyes, Rex stalked towards Zeoticus, slowly reaching up and pulling his golden hair band out of his silver hair, and willing it to turn into Excalibur Galatine.
Once it did, its Holy aura became acutely known to all of the Devils in the room, and every Devil, young or old, at least had some reaction to it.
Most of the Young Devils present began to sweat profusely at the sight, and feeling, of the sword.
Everyone was instantly aware that this was a Holy Sword, and after taking the second to realise that Rex Gremory, the oldest son of Sirzechs and Grayfia, was wielding it, everyone instantly began to think that he wasn't everything he appeared to be.
Almost all of the older Devils instantly recognised the Holy aura of the sword to be extremely similar to that of the Holy Sword Excalibur, one of the two Holy Swords wielded by the legendary King of Britain, King Arthur Pendragon, and the second-strongest Holy Sword in existence, second to the Holy Sword Caliburn, the other of King Arthur's Holy Swords.
Even if they didn't recognise the Holy Sword as similar to Excalibur, they all saw it transform from a headband into a sword, making use of one of Excalibur's seven abilities.
Upon this recognition, most of them looked at Rex with fear and suspicion, as Holy Swords were the ultimate weapons against Devils and Fallen Angels.
Though Sirzechs and Grayfia did not show outright fear at the sight of their son wielding a Holy Sword, that didn't stop them from being surprised.
'So that headband of Rex' is a Holy Sword.' Sirzechs thought to himself. 'Well, since Rex is a Devil/Angel Hybrid, his Angel side should be enough to let him wield that Holy Sword, in spite of his Devil side.'
"Alright, Zeoticus." Rex growled, resting Excalibur Galatine at his side, and glaring death into Zeoticus' blue eyes, making absolutely sure that Zeoticus couldn't look away from him.
"Tell me just what the FUCK you were thinking by sticking me into an engagement with Seekvaira Agares, someone I don't even know!"
The ice around Zeoticus began to melt, as Zeoticus, eying Rex' sword with trepidation but still staying firm, replied.
"Rex, I'm the Head of the Clan that you belong to, your own grandfather!" Zeoticus growled.
"I know what's best for your future, and for the future of our Clan! Placing you into an engagement with the Agares Heiress is the best thing that could happen to you, against someone like Sona Sitri or Ravel Phenex, is the best thing that could happen for you!"
Rex scoffed, and as the ice around his grandfather fully melted, spat into the ice-turned water.
"Of course it's not." He replied. "Are you really that dumb?"
"Don't you dare insult me like that!" Zeoticus shouted, stalking up to Rex and jabbing a finger into his chest, which Rex did not react to, at all. "Besides. The contract has already been signed, so there's nothing you, thanks to the poor choices you've made, can do about it!"
"Oh, really? My choices are poor?" Rex asked, sniggering to himself.
"What poor choices might I be referring to, hmm?" Before Zeoticus could answer, Rex continued.
"Or are they poor choices compared to your own? Such as raising me as your Heir and successor instead of raising me as me? Such as placing both Rias and myself into engagements without our prior knowledge or consent- yes, she told me all about how you sprung being engaged to Riser on her when she turned 13, by human-world years at least. And such as all the countless other horrible things you've done?"
Everyone seemed to lean forward as Rex spoke.
"So, please, grandfather." Rex put as much contempt as he could into the last three syllables.
"Make like the Buddha, and enlighten me. If I was so bad at making choices for myself, how could I have survived on my own, without any regular interaction, any place to call a permanent home, nothing but the clothes on my back and a will to become stronger, for the better part of a century, and doing all the good shit I've done for the supernatural world, most notably being the catalyst behind an alliance treaty between the Fallen Angels and Angels, hmm?"
No-one saw this but Fianna, as everyone had their eyes on Rex, but Serafall seemed to freeze in place letting Sona pull herself away from her older sister and escape at the sound of Rex declaring what he had done, regarding being the catalyst behind an alliance treaty between the Fallen Angels and Angels.
Fianna's blood, which was already rather hot, due to being a Phenex, even if she carried the title of Asmodeus, nearly boiled at the sight of what happened next: namely, Zeoticus reaching out and slapping his grandson.
"Know your fucking place!" Zeoticus shouted.
"Everything you've done, become a Nephalem," he spat the word as if it was poison "Being as horrible an influence on my daughter, and taking such impure beings as mistresses, your days of independence and dragging the name of your own Clan through the mud, are over!"
Valian, who felt personally insulted at being called 'impure' by her great-grandfather-in-law, as well as him slapping her King, was very close to going over to Zeoticus and killing him, there and now.
However, Rex' Queen was confident that Rex would prefer to retaliate himself, which would doubtlessly cause a fight.
Well, that didn't mean that she couldn't help, if things came to that.
Sirzechs, a man with, usually, immense self-control, felt almost ninty percent of it leaving him in an instant at the sight of Zeoticus slapping Rex, and if it weren't for Grayfia who looked ready to commit mass homicide for what had happened before her herself subtly grabbing onto his arm, he would have killed his own father.