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"It seems I disturbed the fish here."
The young god's voice possessed such piercing clarity that it seemed capable of striking directly at the soul through words alone.
This was something Shiva could clearly feel.
To ordinary people, this might have seemed a little absurd, because through ordinary eyes, there should not have been any fish here at all.
But in Shiva and the young god's perception, there were indeed fish in this place.
When Azazel had once found Shiva, Shiva had also been fishing. In front of Azazel, he had pulled a great fish with scales radiating sacred light from a stream Azazel had believed contained no living fish.
"However, you do not really care whether the fish takes the bait, do you?"
The young god spoke softly.
Just as he said, Shiva truly did not care much about that sort of thing.
"Are you someone who has died, or are you someone new?"
Shiva asked.
"What difference does it make if I am someone who has died? What difference does it make if I am someone new?"
The young god did not answer directly.
"True."
Shiva nodded.
There did not seem to be much need to care about that question.
He could feel that the existence standing before him right now was very strong.
And that strength surpassed his own.
That alone was enough.
"Then, what did you come to find me for?"
Shiva asked calmly.
He had been drawn here by ripples that transcended space and time, as well as the power of dragons.
Was the other party the same?
Or...
Had that disturbance actually been caused by him?
For the first time in a long while, Shiva became interested.
...
At the site of the three-faction meeting.
"That is all for my view on the fallen angel activity this time."
Anos ended his statement.
He had briefly and casually described how he had easily crushed Kokabiel to death.
Of course, cough.
He had been "forced" to act because his own life and the lives of his friends had been "threatened" by the other party.
"Ah, so what you all mean by saying all this is that our fallen angels are always causing trouble, right?"
"Fine, fine, it is all my fault. I failed to supervise my subordinates properly. Is that enough?"
Azazel looked like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.
He had already decided to lie flat and accept it. Could they not show him just a little mercy?
Right now, Azazel was acting like a bad student being scolded by the homeroom teacher, shamelessly playing the rogue. But the people present did not care too much.
In any case, they were merely taking the chance to criticize Azazel while going through the formal process.
After all, Azazel knew Anos's identity, so it was only normal for him to act like a bad student dealing with a teacher.
"I think everyone can be a little more honest. Is this not just about forming a peace treaty?"
"To show the sincerity of the fallen angels, how about our side agrees first?"
Azazel spoke like a salted fish.
"I certainly have no objections. The reason you all gathered today was to discuss this matter, was it not? I am fine with it."
Indra spread his hands.
"Aside from wanting the Governor-General of the fallen angels to sell vegetables for money to compensate me, I naturally have no objections either."
Anos smiled as he spoke.
If he had not revealed his identity, things might have been fine.
But after he revealed it, Azazel had started acting like an old troublemaker. Perhaps this represented the unyielding heart deep inside Azazel.
"Our side has no problems either."
Michael smiled as he spoke.
Ever since he learned of Anos's existence, his mood had remained excellent.
Even if he had to start a war with devils, fallen angels, or even the entire world right here and now, it would not affect his good mood.
"Then the devil side also agrees to sign the peace treaty."
Just as Sirzechs finished speaking, a purple magic circle's light emerged from the ground.
"Wait! We do not agree!"
That voice came from space first.
Teleporting into the scene of a three-faction negotiation might have seemed impossible to ordinary people, but everyone present understood the situation clearly.
Three so-called descendants of the original Satans appeared before them.
Katerea Leviathan, descendant of the original Satan Leviathan.
Shalba Beelzebub, descendant of the original Satan Beelzebub.
Creuserey Asmodeus, descendant of the original Satan Asmodeus.
If the descendant of Lucifer were added, the set would be complete.
Unfortunately, Rizevim Livan Lucifer looked down on them as trash huddling together for warmth.
Vali Lucifer was the same.
"Oh? The Old Satan Faction? What an interesting development."
Indra smiled as he spoke.
With that sentence, he directly distanced himself cleanly from those descendants of the old Satans.
In reality, almost everyone knew that the loophole had been brought about by him.
Of course, in truth, Anos had also deliberately allowed it.
Otherwise, how could weaklings from the Old Satan Faction possibly enter?
He had let these people in precisely because he intended to remove the future trouble at its root.
Even if Sirzechs was a peace-seeking man who had not intended to make things too difficult for them at first, once they had gone this far and colluded with gods from other pantheons to reclaim their former status, there was truly nothing left to discuss.
"Serafall, I swear I will take back Leviathan's honor and position from your hands!"
Katerea glared viciously at Serafall.
In her eyes, this woman had stolen her status and glory.
She did not realize that with her level of strength, she had never possessed the qualifications to protect the honor and position of the Old Satan Faction in the first place.
"Um, Katerea-chan, I did not mean it that way."
Serafall wanted to explain.
In truth, she really had not taken the Leviathan position out of her own personal desire.
After all, among the new Four Great Satans, except for Lucifer, the other positions had basically been assigned at random.
Furthermore, once the Old Satan Faction had been cleared away, there would naturally be new Satans. The Underworld required leaders. That was something that could not be changed.
A group as merciful as the new Satans led by Sirzechs basically did not exist elsewhere in this world.
They had clearly only eliminated the leaders of the Old Satan Faction and spared the bloodlines of the old Satans.
Yet there were always people with unrealistic dreams of restoring the glory of the past.
For moths like that to fly into the flame and turn to ash in the light was only natural, was it not?
"Whether you meant it or not, it is an undeniable fact that you stole the Leviathan position!"
Katerea had already come this far. She had basically burned her boats.
"To take back what we deserve from your hands, we received help from the Infinite Dragon God."
"It is power that even gods would fear!"
Katerea spoke with a trace of madness.
A chaotic aura surged around her, easily raising her power from Ultimate-class devil to Satan-class.
And...
It seemed to still be rising.
Although Ophis had left, she had indeed once granted many members of the Khaos Brigade her snakes.
While Ophis had not yet returned, these people wanted to use that power as quickly as possible to reclaim their status.
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