Yards upon yards of cyan threads spun into a loom, dancing as a pair of hands danced across the air while the fingers danced in numerous intricate patterns. By the side, a beautiful young woman with pink hair leaned on the plush backrest of an expensive-looking chair with a sleeping black-haired child on her lap. With each second, a beautiful dress gleaming with the light of the void between dimensions illuminate the room. 

"So, you finally made an enemy~?" Elysia's teasing voice filled Issei's ear. The spirit looms of the young pervert with cyan soul threads in each finger weaved several more patterns as the Hero of Falconreach turned towards the Dragon Priestess. 

"What do you mean by enemy?" Issei asked with a smile. 

"Well, it depends~," Elysia teased, crystalline eyes sparkling with mischief as she looked at the Dragonless Dragonlord. "But you did rough those two," 

Turning to the Dragon Emperors, the Soulweaver inspected the bruises on their bodies while looking at the red and white dragons the size of cats near them. The White-haired dragon emperor wore a chocker on her neck like a collar with a sigil on it coursing with pure light magic. On the other hand, the Red Dragon Emperor has a pair of handcuffs on. 

"Soulweaver... you're title is well-earned," Albion praised, looking at his partner and at the Soulweaver. 

"Indeed, to allow us to have physical bodies once more..." Ddraig noted, relishing on the feeling of warmth by the fire. 

"It's not permanent, you can only manifest yourselves depending on your user's stamina and/or magical reserves," 

"Get this thing off!" Vali roared in whisperers, careful to not awaken the sleeping dragon god on the Priestess's lap. 

"You want me to directly brand your soul?" The Soulweaver asked as blades of light formed from his spirit-looms while Elysia's smile turned cold. Seeing this, the battle-hungry White Dragon Empress backed down while looking away. 

"Hmm... a multi-layered metaphysical using light magic to weaken her enough to the level of a regular human while using an anti-dragon material as a base to seal her Divine Dividing," Albion observed as he analyzed the enchanted choker. 

"Still... Issei, where did you learn this?" 

"Elysia and some other mages I helped." Replied the Soulweaver as his stand—Soul Ally— floated by his side as a beautiful dress floated in front of them all. "Finally finished it all!" The Dragonlord cheered with a stretch. 

"You still have Soulforging lessons," Aegis reminded with a smile, making his Soulweaver sigh. 

"To think someone could do that," 

"Well, it's easy. While the Sacred gears are part of your souls, making it dangerous to fatal to yank out, the souls inside the Sacred gear are another story," Issei said with a smile. "I just took out a small amount to make it not fatal. It's a different story if it's implanted in you. If it is, then I can take it out completely with no problem," 

"We're back!" 

"Oh, welcome back!" Issei greeted with a smile as Asia Argento, an honorary member of the Dragonlord faction, entered the door clad in her Nun attire. "How's your day?" 

"It was fine, I'm sorry it took so long! Rita went back to Europe with Bianca to look for something," 

The dragonless Dragonlord nodded but the gears in his mind turned, spinning vigorously. 

"Well, make yourself at home," 

"Oh, dear," Noticing the dragon emperors sitting near the fireplace in Seiza. "What happened here?" 

"They need to be disciplined," Elysia said with a warm smile that felt cold to the saintess. 

"Their fight resulted in the destruction of one of the plants Elysia was cultivating," Issei chimed in, hands free from the Spirit looms he just wore. "Anyway, I still have some Soulforging lessons to attend to and some paperwork for several orders, see you at dinner," 

"Have fun," Elysia said with a smile. 

The Dragon emperors and the Holy Saint watched with wide us as Issei pulled an opening between space and time like pulling away a curtain, disappearing inside just as it closed. 

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"Issei," A beautiful young woman dressed in stylish clothes called out to the young Dragonlord in front of her. Dark brown hair with yellow streaks swayed with the slight breeze that entered the Home Economics classroom. 

"Oh, Chiori," Issei greeted, poking his head out of the makeshift bed inside the classroom. "What's wrong?" 

"Mom and Dad closed the shop today, they took Melissa back to Europe," She said. Unlike her mother Kayo's black hair and her father's purple hair, she has brown hair from her grandparents. The yellow streaks were a fashion choice. 

She is also one of Issei's yearmates and the person who introduced him to her parents. Kayo Sudou, one of the well-known tailors in Japan, and Gakuga Sudou, a monk. 

"Oh, is that so?" 

"Yes, now stand up, I have some ideas for a new suit," Chiori ordered without care while Issei raised a brow. 

"N—," 

"I'll let you have the porn mags mom took away from you," Chiori added while pulling out some of the sewing kits nearby and some tape measures. 

"—," 

"Hold still," 

Before, or rather, not wanting to expose anything, the Hero of Falconreach sighed. Chiori inherited her mother's skills. 

Standing at his full height of 175 centimeters, the Hero of Falconreach stood naturally, towering over her shorter 163 centimeters. 

"You got taller," Chiori noted as she measured his body before turning around to look at her sketchbook, looking over several designs. 

"Well, what can I say? I have a good workout session," Issei replied, ignoring the eye-roll given by his co-worker. 

"Any color preference? My eyes are up here," Chiori asked, holding his chin to force him to look her in the eyes after noticing how they gravitated to her chest. 

"Up to you, I trust your skills," 

"Good. I'll take the porn mags to your house later," Chiori said before listing her measurements and sitting where he used to lay down earlier. "Now, go and finish those exercises." 

"Come on, give me some slack," 

"I see, then I guess I'll have to get you to work in the sewing room more," Chiori noted, hiding the small smirk on her face with the sketchbook. "What do you think?" 

"Can you make them flexible or stretchable?" Taking some notes on the design... it was more detailed than his works without help from Aegis. After all, his expertise in weaving is Combat-Weaving of Soulweaving. 

"I see, then I need to change the materials, any more suggestions?" 

"Can you make me a handkerchief with this pattern?" Issei asked, borrowing her sketchbook and pen. Turning his back to her, he remembered that symbol... the symbol of dragonlord. A black shield with golden borders and a pair of steel-colored wings

As he drew, Chiori couldn't help but peek over his broad shoulders and watched his hand filled with some callouses and scars, draw the symbol on her sketchbook. A green western dragon head with crimson eyes in the middle of the shield caught her attention. 

"Who's that?" Before she knew it, she was already close to her co-worker, her voice mouth near his ear. 

"Draco, a friend of mine," Brown eyes met with a pair of red. "His eyes are a darker shade of red and more... innocent, I miss him," Issei slipped out while Chiori's pair of red eyes softened at his admittance. 

"He must mean be important to you," Chiori held the sketchbook and noticed the color scheme. Green and red... that might work but red suits him better. "Where is he?" 

"I... I don't know," Suddenly, pain, loneliness, fear, and countless negative emotions filled the pervert's chest as the red crystal he wore glowed. 

Far away a bundle of green scales, bruises, and frostburns, whimpered weakly on the ground. "Issei... where are you?" A pained voice escaped from the bundle. 

"You poor thing,"