Issei and Rias arrived at the battlefield with their breaths still ragged. However, the figure who had previously saved Gasper and Koneko had vanished without a trace, as if he had never existed.
Only destruction and bitter reality remained.
Yet before they could search any further, the atmosphere on the battlefield changed drastically.
A betrayal unfolded right before their eyes.
The figure standing face to face with Azazel was not an external enemy—but a guard who had been at his side from the very beginning.
Vali.
"My goodness," Azazel said with a long sigh, his expression still relaxed even though the situation had grown far from light. "I just want to ask—were you really conspiring with them, Vali?"
Vali looked at him without emotion.
"Yes," he answered briefly and coldly.
Silence instantly enveloped the area.
"Haaah…" Azazel rubbed his face. "This just keeps getting more troublesome."
Not long after, the space around them trembled. Holy light, demonic aura, and overwhelming magical pressure emerged at the same time.
Michael.
Sirzechs Lucifer.
Serafall Leviathan.
Together with the important figures who had previously been present in the conference room, they now stood on the same battlefield.
"Azazel," Michael's voice rang out firmly as his white wings spread wide. "What is the meaning of all this?"
Azazel glanced at them one by one, then pointed at Vali with his thumb.
"This is related to an organization our faction has been tracking for a long time," he explained. "Its name is Khaos Brigade. And its leader is Ophis."
Several expressions changed instantly.
And those changes were anything but trivial.
"And," Azazel continued, his smile disappearing completely this time, replaced by a sharp gaze he rarely showed, "this kid as well… is something else."
"Something?" Sirzechs repeated, his brow furrowing as the pressure of a Demon King's power unconsciously leaked out.
Azazel let out a soft chuckle, but there was no humor in it.
"Yes. His very existence makes no sense," he said while staring sharply at Vali. "Half human. The owner of Divine Dividing. And—most annoyingly—the direct descendant of Lucifer."
The air around them immediately hardened.
Invisible pressure spread, causing the ground to crack faintly and distant buildings to tremble. Soldiers of the three races watching from afar instinctively straightened—their instincts screaming that something dangerous stood at the center of the battlefield.
"An existence that should not exist," Azazel continued. "Truly absurd."
Vali gave a small laugh.
Not loud. Not mocking.
Rather, a light laugh—almost satisfied.
He slowly spread his wings.
Six pairs of demonic wings unfurled behind him, Albion's dragon aura bursting forth unrestrained, crushing the surrounding space until it felt suffocating. Several angels instinctively tightened their grip on holy weapons, while mid-class devils were forced to step back.
"I call it," Vali said with a thin smile, "a blessing."
The word echoed across the battlefield.
Azazel let out a long sigh, scratching the back of his head.
"I really wish all of this had happened after the conference ended," he said irritably. "We're already troubled by some unknown someone lurking in the shadows, and now we have to deal with a group of maniacs who love chaos. That's why—peace must happen."
"That's your problem," Vali replied flatly. "Not mine. I'm just fulfilling my desire."
He looked around, his eyes glinting.
"Namely—a satisfying battle."
"Tch," Azazel clicked his tongue. "You battle maniac. Isn't your rival here? Don't you have anything to say to him?"
Vali narrowed his eyes, then snorted.
"You mean that weak man?" he said coldly. "The ones who should be rivals are Albion and Ddraig—not me and him. Don't lump me together with dragons. I don't like it."
Azazel shrugged.
"That's true. We often consider you two rivals, even if only through your Sacred Gears," he said with a sigh. "Haah…"
Vali smiled faintly.
"There's someone who caught my interest," he said quietly. "Because of that—I can kill the Sekiryuutei here."
Issei stiffened.
"You're kidding…" Azazel muttered, his tone turning wary.
"That will happen," Vali continued, his eyes shining sharply. "As long as—"
His words cut off.
Vali suddenly turned his face away.
Not toward Azazel or the Demon Kings.
But upward.
Toward the old tower within the academy grounds.
There—
A man stood.
Wearing ancient eastern noble attire, his robe fluttering gently in the night wind. The aura he emitted was neither wild nor aggressive—yet dense, heavy, and deep. As if his very existence were the center of gravity.
That pressure was felt.
Not only by Vali.
Everyone on the battlefield realized the same thing at the exact same moment.
Behind Vali's white armor, he smiled.
…
"So you're finally here…"
Vali began to open his mouth, a thin smile full of battle lust forming on his face. But the words had not even fully left his lips when—
The figure atop the tower disappeared.
"What—"
BUGH!
A kick slammed into Vali from the side with brutal force. The owner of Divine Dividing was sent crashing into the ground, shattering the concrete surface and creating a new crater deeper than the previous one. A shockwave swept outward, forcing distant troops to retreat several steps.
"Tch…"
Vali slowly rose from the crater, his eyes gleaming—not with anger, but with interest.
Azazel froze.
He stared at the man's back with an expression he rarely showed—pure shock.
Just moments ago, that presence had felt far, beyond their line of observation. Yet in a single movement that he couldn't track with sight or magical sensors, the man was already standing right in front of Vali.
Not teleportation.
Azazel knew that.
Teleportation left spatial distortion. This… did not.
"What kind of speed is that…," he muttered softly, barely audible.
The man stood calmly, his ancient eastern noble robe swaying lightly in the wind. A plain white mask covered his face—expressionless, seamless. Yet the pressure emanating from behind that mask made the air feel heavy.
Azazel swallowed.
"Hey…" he said, trying to sound relaxed as usual. "You."
The man slightly turned his head, just enough to indicate that he heard.
"You already know what I'm called," he said flatly.
"Y-yeah," Azazel chuckled stiffly. "Nice to finally meet you."
The gaze behind the mask returned to Vali, who now stood in a fighting stance, his wings slightly spread.
"We'll talk later," the man said. His voice was calm, almost cold. "I have to deal with your foster child first."
Azazel reflexively raised his hand.
"Please," he said quickly, all trace of humor gone. "Don't kill him."
There was a brief pause.
As if the man were considering those words.
Then he nodded faintly.
"I will try."
Vali grinned widely.
"Good," he said, cracking his neck. "Then—entertain me."
And the battlefield held its breath once more.
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