Pretty much, yeah! Learning a bit of Ddraig's history.

"Yes. As I already told you, he is a white dragon, and essentially my archrival," Ddraig answered. "You know of the Great War that happened long ago, right?"

"Yeah, the three way war between Devils, Fallen, and Angels?" Issei inquired. "The one that ended in a tenuous truce?"

"Yes. Back then, various entities threw their support in for one faction or another. Fairies, spirits, European monsters, Asian Youkai, human factions, and every other faction you could name, they all picked one side or another between the three. The one race that didn't was the dragons," Ddraig lectured.

"Why was that?" Issei asked curiously.

"We are entities made of a mass of chaotic energies. We live freely and selfishly. Not necessarily malevolently of course, but we live how we please, and let no one boss us around, unless we have genuine respect for the one in question, and it's more along the lines of a request. There were a few dragons that aided one side or another, but even then, that was simply because they liked the ones on the side they chose more than the others. The majority of us however, stayed out of it entirely," Ddraig explained.

"You guys sound a little troublesome," Issei remarked, and Ddraig snorted, obviously taking no offense. If anything, he seemed a little proud of the trouble he and his kind could stir up when provoked.

"At any rate, during a huge battle between the three factions, the White One and I had a fight of our own. I honestly don't even remember the reason. Probably something ultimately trivial from an outside perspective. And the three factions had picked the same general area we were in to have their battle, which led to our battle causing a lot of unintentional collateral damage to the three sides. It got so bad, that the three leaders of the factions decided to call a temporary truce, and take care of us first so they could have their battle uninterrupted. Obviously, we didn't take kindly to that, and fought back. We lost. Our bodies were destroyed, and our spirits sealed within humans as Sacred Gears. But the White One and I never ceased our feud. Our hosts, as if driven by fate, more often than not, would came into conflict with each other."

"So... Basically, I inherited one hell of a headache along with your powers," Issei summed up. "...ah well, guess one needs to take the bad with the good, right?" he asked with a chuckle. "So long as I'm able to protect what's mine, I'll be able to take care of the rest!"

"Protect what's yours, eh?" Ddraig echoed, sounding quite pleased with that. "How very Dragon of you. But be warned, my previous hosts either grew too proud, or too fearful of my power, or never awakened it at all. They never lived a decent life. But then, this is also the first time I've had a host who became a Devil. Not to mention the Lamp, which is a whole new element to this dynamic. I wonder how things will turn out this time..."

"Heh, just watch me," Issei stated with confidence, raising his clawed left fist. "And listen well, Ddraig. It's my dream to have a whole army of beautiful girls as my servants! When I get my own Peerage, I'll have the greatest harem ever, and I'll take good care of them!"

"This is also my first time having a host with that sort of dream," Ddraig laughed with a hint of exasperation, but overall, highly amused. "But remember, you're on the radar of many powers now. But don't fret. Women will also come to you."

"Sweet!" Issei smirked. "Let's do it together, Partner."

"Right, Partner," Ddraig sighed. "...I might have fallen pretty far at this point... But it might be fun," Ddraig muttered to himself as Issei headed back to bed.