Highschool Dxd Qartulad Apr 2026

Natela snarled. “You mistake strength for arrogance.”

Before Issei could ask more, a shadow fell over them. A woman descended from the cliffs. She had long, raven-black hair braided with vines, amber eyes like aged chacha , and a pair of curved, ram-like horns. Her wings were not feathery or bat-like—they were woven from threads of golden wool.

Kokabiel screamed. “This isn’t your world, boy!”

Rias, Akeno, and Kiba—who had tracked Issei through the rift—arrived just in time for the feast. Kiba tried chakhokhbili and wept tears of joy. Akeno became oddly fascinated by the polyphonic singing. Highschool Dxd Qartulad

Chapter 1: A New Sacred Gear Issei Hyoudou never thought he’d leave Kuoh Town. But after a bizarre spatial rift caused by a rogue magician, he found himself tumbling through a vortex of light and shadow, landing face-first in the ancient, misty mountains of Georgia.

Using a final, unexpected move—the Khasia Embrace (a traditional Georgian wrestling hold)—Issei pinned the fallen angel and sealed him inside an empty qvevri (clay wine vessel) with sacred runes. That night, the mountain villagers celebrated. Natela carved Issei a small wooden horn. “You are now an honorary Khevsur —a warrior of the cliffs.”

As Issei raised his horn one last time, Ddraig whispered: “This is your true power, partner. Not just breasts—but bonds across worlds.” Natela snarled

Kokabiel mocked the local faith. “Your saints, your samepo (kingdom)—none of it matters. Christianity mixed with paganism? Pathetic.”

And somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled—still sealed, but dreaming.

Ddraig chuckled: “I like her.”

“In Georgia,” she declared, “we do not duel with swords first. We duel with toasts .”

Issei stepped forward. “I don’t fully understand your culture yet. But I know one thing: you don’t mock someone’s supra (feast table) or their ancestors.”

Rias Gremory had taught Issei diplomacy—but Natela had a different custom. She snapped her fingers, and a massive oak table appeared, laden with khachapuri , mtsvadi (grilled meat), and endless pitchers of amber wine. She had long, raven-black hair braided with vines,