The Holy Knight of DxD

Chapter 20: Fate

"Didn't you set a bounded field?" Mordred asked annoyed.

"Barriers are not my specialty," Y/N remarked Kuroka, "after she managed to sneak into the house, I placed only a bounded field to detect any threats."

The scene before their eyes was rather embarrassing. Everyone had looks that were a mixture of perplexity and pity as they watched Rossweisse, the Valkyrie who had accompanied Odin to the gathering, was set on the sofa, curled up in herself, crying desperately.

"The bastard of Odin! I struggled so much for him; yet he abandoned me without too many compliments," Rossweisse sobbed, "I worked hard and yet he threw me away as useless"

"It's worse than I thought," Y/N murmured exasperated.

Rossweisse ignored everyone because she was too busy crying and feeling sorry for her uselessness. "I'm sure it's that bar with the big-boobs waitresses that's to blame!" she cried, "I'm just a slut who can't do her job! I'll be single for life!"

"Big-boobs waitress?" Mordred turned to Merlin and noticed he was giggling. "Perverted," she bit.

Y/N took a deep breath. "Rossweisse, right?" The former valkyrie turned to Y/N. "There must be something you can do besides being a valkyrie," he said, "you can use Norse magic, so I think you'd have a brilliant career if you joined Rias or Sona's group."

"Do you think this?" Rossweisse sobbed.

"Yeah, well, I guess you have something you want to accomplish too," Yuto massaged the back of the neck, "instead of giving up, you should find an alternative way to achieve it."

Rossweisse wiped her tears. It was true. She too had a wish to fulfil. She wanted to open a school for valkyrie. She couldn't give up just because Odin fired her.

"Well, if that's settled, I'll go..." Y/N was about to leave when he feel a hand squeeze the grip hard on his shoulder. He turned slowly to meet his mother's angry gaze. Y/N swallowed nervously because his mother was one of the few people who could get a little bit of fear into him when she was angry.

"You..." Artoria murmured, "Don't think you can get away with this"

Y/N grunted. After saving the day and explaining his reasons, he believed that his mother would fly over the fact of having summoned Tiamat putting at risk the life of all creation.

"But..."

"No "but"," Artoria ominously intercepted, "I can overlook the fact that you killed a fallen angel, a few dozen stray wizards, a dragon and Gorgon. I can overlook that you summoned your future self to take advantage of his knowledge about this era." Her eyes tightened upon Y/N. "But I will not overlook the fact that you have endangered everyone's life by summoning one of evils of mankind."

Y/N observed Tiamat. He had thought that someone who represents life as her could not be bad at the end of the day. Of course, he understood Tiamat's disappointment and could only to some extent understand how she feels.

Y/N knew it could be bad, but Tiamat was his trump card against Goetia.

"You're in punishment," Artoria said, then turning her hand, "give me your weapons."

Y/N turned around. He summoned a sword that no one had ever seen except those related to the Arthurian legend. Caliburn, the golden sword of the victorious; the sword of selection which he had recreated many years before out of sheer stupidity, and which had been sealed under layers and layers of seals.

"Everything," Artoria specified.

Y/N grunted. He stretched his hand to his chest and pulled out Excalibur and Avalon, who shone as radiant as in Arthurian legend due to the fact that Caliburn had recognized Y/N as the new owner. Artoria was left with Rhongomyniad and it was more than enough for her.