Alexander stood on his balcony, the cool night breeze ruffling his hair. He looked toward the Gremory territory, his mind dissecting the "logic" of the world he was now living in with the cold precision of a veteran Monarch.
Alexander's Inner Voice:
[Internal Thought: Honestly, Rias is lucky she doesn't have Kiba or Gasper right now. In the 'original' story, she was so obsessed with building a 'powerful' peerage to escape her marriage that she ignored their actual growth. Kiba is traumatized by the Excalibur Project and Gasper is terrified of his own shadow. Rias was always a bit too lazy to help them truly evolve. She just waited for the pervert's 'luck' to fix everything.]
Rias Gremory: (Blushing furously) 'Lazy?! I... I just didn't know how to handle them! Am I really that bad of a King?'
Alexander's Inner Voice:
[Internal Thought: It's why Akeno eventually surpassed her. Akeno has the drive. But Rias is lucky because the people I mentioned—Xenovia, Rossweisse, and Ravel—are far better prospects. Kiba is like a glass sword; he has speed, but his durability is pathetic. One solid hit and he shatters. Xenovia, on the other hand, is a beast on the battlefield. And Ravel? Who wouldn't want a cute Tsundere in their peerage? Teasing her and watching her blush would be the perfect way to pass the time between world-ending threats.]
Ravel Phenex: (Shouting at her mirror) "I am NOT a Tsundere! But... if it's Alex-sama doing the teasing... maybe just a little."
The Real Holy Blades
Alex's eyes darkened as he thought about the weapons currently worshipped by the Church and the Underworld.
Alexander's Inner Voice:
[Internal Thought: They make such a big deal out of those fake 'Excalibur fragments.' It's laughable. If they ever saw the real ones—Excalibur and Excalibur Morgan—they'd lose their minds. Those blades don't just 'cut'; they release a conceptual weight that could take Sirzechs' arm off or force him into bedrest for a year. Even Great Red would walk away with permanent scars if he took a direct hit from Morgan.]
The Global Shockwave:
Xenovia & Irina: (Looking at their 'Holy Swords' with sudden doubt) 'Scars on Great Red? Taking an arm from a Super Devil?! Those aren't swords... those are disasters in blade form!'Great Red (Female):'He has weapons that can scar me? I need to find this boy's hoard...'Grayfia: (Her heart racing) 'Master... how deep does your treasury go?'
Alexander's Inner Voice:
[Internal Thought: It's a shame I don't have them in my hands right now. After Ryujin Jakka, they were my third and fourth best swords. Still, even without them, I have enough power to rewrite the 'plot' of this school. Tomorrow, the first thing I'm doing is checking on those three Fallen Angels. If I'm going to build a Peerage of Sovereigns, I might as well start with the ones everyone else has discarded.]
Alex turned away from the balcony, a sharp, predatory smile on his face.
Alexander's Inner Voice:
[Internal Thought: Ciel, prepare the contract seals. Tomorrow, we stop being spectators. I want to see Malty's face when her 'pawn' is eclipsed by a real King.]
Ciel:[Understood, Master. The world is finally starting to realize that the Runcandel heir isn't just a name—he is the end of their 'story.']