My teenage high school romance comedy can't be this perverted!

Chapter 87: Three Factions Meeting

Beta read by Shigiya

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The room was cloaked in an air of contemplative tension as the two figures engaged in a discussion that held weight beyond their casual words. Azazel, the Fallen Angel Governor General, regarded Vali with a mixture of amusement and wariness. The prospect of the imminent meeting was the elephant in the room, one they danced around as if a single misstep could shatter the fragile equilibrium.

“Azazel, will I be attending tomorrow’s conference as well?” Vali's inquiry was delivered with a calm that belied the storm of thoughts raging within him. The thought of facing Hachiman once more hung heavy in the air, a reminder of past interactions fraught with tension.

A wry smile curled Azazel's lips as he met Vali's gaze. “I would say obviously, but given your history with Hachiman, I'm not entirely comfortable about having you two cross paths. The last thing we need is a brawl erupting in the midst of such a crucial event.”

Vali's eyes glinted with a spark of anticipation, an intensity that Azazel was all too familiar with. “He was weak the first time we crossed paths. The second time, at the church, he displayed marked improvement. I am curious about his current level of strength. I make no promises, but if the opportunity arises to gauge his power, I won't let it slip away. Also, Azazel, do you believe wars are no longer in our future?”

The Fallen Angel Governor General let out a derisive chuckle, his gaze assessing Vali with a mixture of bemusement and caution. “Your insatiable thirst for battle is truly remarkable. It's a good thing you're tethered to Albion, of all dragons. Individuals with your penchant for ceaseless combat often meet untimely ends. Just look at Kokabiel.”

Vali's response was a dismissive shrug, his demeanor nonchalant. “That's of no concern to me. Longevity has never been my goal. I regret being born in this era… a world without the presence of God. I desired to be the one to challenge and overcome God himself.”

Azazel's lips quirked upward, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Your sentiment certainly matches that of the White Dragon Emperor. But tell me, Vali, after you've defeated all those who stand in your way, what then?”

A fleeting moment of contemplation crossed Vali's features before he answered with a matter-of-fact resolve. “I will meet my end. The mere idea of a mundane existence in a world that fails to captivate me is boring. Born into an era where God is but a memory, where the three factions seek peace, and where my rival bears the title of Black Dragon King instead of it being Ddraig's host… it's hardly a fitting era for an Emperor.”

Azazel's fingers traced the rim of his glass, a sigh escaping him. He couldn't help but wonder if he possessed the means to keep this troublesome young man alive. The clash of ideologies and the thirst for combat that defined Vali was both tiring and concerning.

As the liquid amber within his glass swirled, Azazel's thoughts lingered on the boy seated across from him.

'This brat will cause trouble, that's for sure. I can only do so much and the rest will have to be handled by Hachi-kun. I hope he doesn't get overwhelmed by Vali… Hah, I need another bottle.' Not to mention the presence of an equally battle-hungry god-slaying woman did not bode well, though at this point, she most likely only cared about her student's well-being more than anything else, but even then it’s a toss up.

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Early morning sunlight filtered through the dense foliage of the forest as Gasper and I embarked on another intense training session. The purpose of our endeavor was clear: to help Gasper hone his control over his Sacred Gear and attain mastery over his unique abilities. Yet this time, I decided to introduce a series of creative training methods to push his limits even further.