Holy Scotland 8

Akeno was a little more stand-offish with him after he brought up her heritage and why she shouldn't be ashamed of it. So, he didn't really get to enjoy much of her teasing, flirty personality, though she was still pretty much naked so the eye candy was good at least.

And still, she fulfilled his request for him without issue and drained the excess dragon power from him. Though, sadly, she did it through his finger and not his huge Scottish willie.

But what can ya' do?

The conversation between them in the meantime, was a bit clipped, but, she did give him some pointers on making use of his new demonic style of magic, so that was good.

Either way, as soon as she drained enough of his dragon power to give him enough control for the moment, she beat a hasty retreat.

And Yarden was once again left with nothing to do beyond stroll around the school and keep an eye on things as Serafall asked while he waited for her to get back to him on the topic of his kingship.

So with nothing better to do now, he decided to head up and chill on the roof, it had enough space and was out of the way enough that he could play with his magic a bit.

He gave a brief nod of respect to the door of clear Scottish descent as he did so, before heading out and leaning across the railing and enjoying the breeze from being decently high up.

Nothing compared to the amazing breeze of the highlands of his homeland, but it was pleasant enough.

"…This really is way easier than even I assumed it would be," Yarden mused to himself not long later, clicking his fingers and conjuring a small image of a Scottish flag that floated into the air above him, "Why the hell are the devils such a low tier faction with such easy to abuse magic?"

The Satan's and the likes of Sairaorg Bael were clear outliers, the vast majority of devils, even the High Class ones were pretty damn trash compared to most factions general fighting forces.

Hell, on average it seemed that a generic reincarnated devil was stronger on average than a born devil with a vast bloodline going through their veins.

One only had to look at the likes of Sona Sitri for that. Subpar power, subpar physical abilities, subpar techniques, subpar fighting ability over all. Hell, even her looks were subpar, and he wasn't talking about her flat chest and flat ass, because svelte little Koneko made her blend into the background.

Even her 'dream' from what little he remembered was subpar.

Honestly, he didn't really see what people back in the other world saw in her and why they simped so hard for her. Subpar taste of lacking Scottish blood perhaps? Really, all she had going for her was that she was sort of kind he supposed, but it was pretty muted because of her cold, bland demeanor.

Honestly, give him Rias Gremory over her any day. Really, if the shit that happened with him ending up here in the first place occurred even two months earlier, he'd probably be balls deep in that stacked redhead every night by now and filling her womb with Scottish essence to revive the Wallace Clan.

Oh well, it wasn't like he could say he was actually disappointed with getting Serafall over her. Serafall was hotter, way stronger and he got insta promoted to King as her queen and she was even going to pass some of her own territory to him as the Satan Leviathan to get started on the Scottish Underworld territory.

The only pro to Rias over Serafall, was that she would have been easy as shit to bed.

'Ignoring the silly spiel about wanting to rut with females,' Vritra spoke up in his head, 'The reason the devil faction is so low tier is simply a combination of their own longevity and arrogance.'

'Oh?' Yarden's eyebrows rose in interest.

'Most of them have never even interacted with opposing factions beyond the Fallen and Heaven, and believe they learned all they needed to hundreds of years ago,' Vritra informed him, 'They do not understand the power of the other factions, thus their arrogance was never quashed, well, ignoring the standing Satans and such that is, and the clear lack of innovation born from their own arrogant ignorance. Devils are really no more mentally advanced than humans, they just lived better because of inborn advantages, but unlike humans that have progressed quickly mentally because of their short lives, the vast majority of devils are still living by the same standards from hundreds of years ago, feh, I bet many of them still believe humans think bathing is bad for them.'

That did make a lot of sense now that he thought about it. Though, it didn't explain Sona at all to be honest.

'She's the perfect image of a bad outlier, the complete opposite of this Sairaorg Bael,' you felt Vritra mentally shrug, 'Unlike her sister who has immersed herself in the modern age and allowed her mind to broaden, Sona Sitri immersed herself in cold, hard logic and put her faith in something as silly and rigid as chess, something completely detrimental to a magic system that works on belief and broad imagination.'

Again, that made a lot of sense, 'You sure are smart and pretty worldly,' Yarden mused, 'How'd you get like that considering you're a dragon that got locked up hundreds of years ago and haven't been conscious since before the 'Great War'?'

Honestly, it was amusing they called the the 'Great War', put a whole lot of emphasis on it, when the casualties couldn't even come close to comparing to World War 2. Besides, even at that, it couldn't compare to the greatness of the Scottish armies of old charging down the highlands to rape the shit out of the English, Vikings, Romans and any other pansy that dared to invade his great homeland.

He remembered a story of his ancestors, before even William Wallace's time. When the Roman's tried to invade Scotland, with an army of tens of thousands, only to flee back home like pussies when they reached the highlands and eight hundred non armoured Scotsmen came charging down to beat their shit in and steal their women.

Ah, what glorious blood that flowed through his veins! Emperor Nero should be glad he was most likely born a man in this world and not a sexy, busty blonde, and never lead his armies at all. Otherwise, 'she' would have gotten railed silly by Scottish cock and the Romans would have been broken beneath the might of Scottish heels.