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"If it's for a demonstration, then they should have caused even more destruction; if it's for revenge, why use such advanced technology?"

Asahiel suddenly laughed as he said this, a laugh filled with the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent.

"This guy... he's showing me! He knows I'm the only one in the world who would be interested in the details of this 'theft of a divine artifact'!"

Chapter 94: Magical Girl! Serafuru-chan! Come on!

"He knows this report will eventually end up on my desk!"

"He's not provoking the entire Three Realms..."

Asaher slammed the report on the table, his eyes gleaming with an almost obsessive light.

"This is a colleague! Another 'master' standing at the pinnacle of 'artifact' research, issuing me a personal challenge!"

"He was saying to me in this way: 'Look, this is my technique, can you do it?' 'Come on, Azazel, come play with me!'"

"This is insane...too arrogant!"

Azazel licked his lips, as if he could already see a brand new and magnificent field of research opening its doors to him.

"Keep a close eye on this immediately! Since this mysterious 'competitor' has issued a challenge, it would be extremely impolite for me, the host, not to join in!"

"I absolutely can't miss getting into this fun party!"

.......

The underworld, the Demon King's territory, the Demon King's castle, Lucifer.

Inside the magnificent Pandemonium, the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed like you could wring water out of it.

The seventy-two nobles stood on either side, silent as cicadas in winter, even deliberately lowering their breathing, for fear of disturbing the supreme beings on the throne.

A figure tumbled and crawled into the hall, collapsing onto the cold obsidian floor with a dull thud.

He is the current head of the Nabelius family.

This nobleman, who usually swaggered around in his own territory, was now completely devoid of dignity.

His luxurious robes were covered in dust, and his face, which always wore a fake smile, was twisted beyond recognition by fear and grief.

He raised his head and looked at the scarlet-haired demon king sitting on the highest throne, his voice hoarse and trembling with sobs.

"Lord Lucifer! You must do me justice!"

His shout drew the attention of all the nobles.

"Traitor Kuroka...she's more than just a traitor!"

The voice of the patriarch of the Naberius family was sharp with fear, completely devoid of the previous grief and indignation, and instead a deeper tremor of fear of the unknown.

"That wasn't revenge at all! It was...it was a test! It was a drill!"

He propped himself up, pointed to his chest, and roared incoherently.

“That alien evil god standing behind Black Song doesn’t care about the life or death of the Nabelius family at all! He’s using my territory, my family, and all seventy-two noble pillars as his ‘testing stone’!”

"He put the Black Song piece back to observe! To observe our reaction, the strength of our allies, and the weaknesses in our defenses!"

"Today, it was my captains who wielded divine weapons who died. Tomorrow... tomorrow it could be any one of us here!"

"She's not a traitor, she's the 'vanguard' created by the Outer God!"

"It is a scalpel, sent to precisely dissect the strength of our Underworld! This is no longer a provocation, Lord Lucifer! This is the prelude to an impending war against us all!"

These words sent a chill down the spines of the demons present, even more so than the mere mention of "slaughtering nobles."

The nobles, who had initially been merely watching the spectacle or feeling a sense of shared sorrow, now displayed genuine horror on their faces.

If Naberius's words are true, then each of them could become the next "material" to be placed on the experimental table.

On the throne, the new Demon King, Sazex Lucifer, listened quietly, his long crimson hair cascading over his shoulders, his handsome face showing no emotion.

He was well aware of how much exaggeration was in those words.

But the other demon king beside him reacted.

Seraphim Leviathan, the demon lord who always appears energetic and dressed in gorgeous magical girl attire, now had an icy expression on her pretty face.

A cold flame burned in her rose-colored eyes.

That's it again.

Whenever a crisis is mentioned, everyone's first reaction is to look to Sazex.

When it comes to technology, they consult Achuka.

When it comes to the army, they will obey Falbiwen.

And she, Seraph Leviathan, seems to always be the "mascot" responsible for being cute and keeping the atmosphere lively.

She was fed up with being treated like a decorative vase.

She desperately needs a victory!

A crushing victory that she orchestrated herself, silencing everyone!

She proclaims to the entire underworld—she, Seraph, is not merely the inheritor of the name "Leviathan," but a qualified and capable demon lord!

“Sazex-chan.” Seraph spoke, her expression unusually serious. Her voice was clear, yet carried an undeniable chill.

"This matter cannot be delayed any longer."

Sazex finally made a move; he turned his head slightly and looked at Seraph.

"The actions of the forces behind Black Song are precise and restrained, targeting only the Nabelius family's artifact holders."

"This shows that the other party does not want to be an enemy of the entire underworld. If we escalate the conflict rashly before we find out their true intentions, it may lead to unforeseen consequences."

His voice was calm, stating a very rational judgment.

But to Seraph, this rationality sounded like cowardice.

"Unforeseen consequences?"

She gave a cold laugh and stood up from the throne, the magical girl's skirt fluttering even without wind.

Seraph's voice no longer held its usual sweetness, but only the cold, chilling majesty of a demon king.

"Sazex! An unknown god is using the blood of our nobles as ink, writing down the incompetence of us new demon kings before the entire underworld!"

"Do you expect me to smile as I frame this 'verdict' and hang it on the wall of the Temple of Demons?!"

She took a step forward, and frost spread from her feet.

"The nobles of the entire Underworld are laughing at us! If we don't take swift and decisive action, where will the new Demon King's faction's power and authority be?!"

With each word she spoke, the temperature inside the hall dropped a fraction, the icy magic causing the air to freeze.

Sazex frowned slightly: "Seraph, your anger is clouding your judgment. The enemy is no ordinary terrorist."

“Sazex, your caution is turning into cowardice!” Seraph retorted without hesitation, her voice suddenly rising, carrying a hint of cold mockery.

"Keep using your 'rationality' to analyze! I want to see if your 'judgment' can still save us when the blade of the Outer God is already at the throne!"

Two terrifying pressures belonging to the Demon King level collided silently in the sky above the hall, making the nobles below feel their souls tremble.

Ultimately, with the support of nobles who longed to maintain the old order, Seraphim's hardline opinions prevailed.

Sazex looked at the agitated Seraph and the nobles who seemed eager to stir up trouble, and finally shook his head helplessly.

He knew he couldn't persuade them anymore.

“Alright,” Sazex leaned back on his throne, his aura subdued.

"Since you insist, you will be in charge of handling this matter."

"However, I will not attend your so-called 'trial farce'."

"Because I have more important things to deal with."

The "more important thing" he was referring to was the increasingly active terrorist organization "The Group of Calamity," composed of traitors from various mythological systems.

Compared to the mysterious "Outer God" who acts with precision and has a clear objective, the Calamity Group, an organization that exists purely for destruction, is a greater threat to world peace.

Seraph snorted and ignored him.

She succeeded; she seized control of the operation.

"Pass on my command!" Seraph's voice resounded throughout the hall, carrying the unique majesty of a demon king.

"A 'noble banquet' will be held in the main castle of the Nabelius family in three days!"

"I want all the nobles of the underworld to see with their own eyes what will happen to a traitor who dares to challenge the Demon King's majesty!"

She disdained setting any complicated traps.

In her view, her absolute power at the Demon King level was the strongest open scheme and the most unbreakable trap.

In the face of absolute power, any conspiracy or trickery is nothing but a joke.

The news, as if it had grown wings, spread swiftly throughout the entire underworld.

At the same time, she wanted to ensure that the cunning wildcat, Black Song, would fall into her trap.

You also need to set up a deadly bait that the other party absolutely cannot refuse.

Seraph issued a second order.

"Go to the Gremory house and 'invite' that little cat named 'Shirayune' over here."

“Just say you’re assisting with an investigation.”

The order was sent to the Gremory family's castle via magical communication.

At this time, under Sazex's arrangement, Toujou Koneko (Shiroine) had been taken in as a member of the [Chariot] Familiar by her sister Rias Gremory.

However, a quarter of an hour later, the servant who went to deliver the order returned alone with a troubled expression.

“Lady Seraph…” The servant knelt on the ground, his voice trembling.

"The Gremory family... has refused your order."

"Oh?" Seraph was decorating her star wand with her nails when she heard this. She paused, but a smile of interest appeared on her lips.

"reject?"

“Yes… Princess Rias, the eldest daughter of the Gremory family, said it herself. She said…”

The servant swallowed hard and repeated, "'The kitten is my family, not a prop that can be lent out casually.'"

Seraph was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing, her laughter shaking her head.

"Family? A seven-year-old girl dares to use such a reason to refuse a demon king's order?"

She stood up, her emerald eyes gleaming with a dangerous yet excited light. "Interesting, very interesting."

"It seems I have to go and 'pay a visit' to my lovely 'junior' in person."

……

Inside the Gremory family's castle.

In the luxurious room, seven-year-old Rias Gremory was using her body to shield a smaller, trembling, white-haired figure behind her.

A magic circle in the center of the room flashed, and a woman with black twin ponytails, dressed in a gorgeous magical girl outfit, walked out with a smile.

It was the demon king who had personally descended, Seraphim Leviathan.

"Rias-chan, it's not something a good child should do if you disobey the Demon King's orders."

Seraph's tone was sickeningly sweet, but the invisible, demonic pressure she exuded made the air in the room feel thick and sticky.

Rias raised her head, her youthful face showing no fear, but rather filled with the pride and stubbornness of a pure-blooded demon.

"Lady Seraph! I'll say it again, the kitten is my family! I will never let you take her away!"

“Oh my, what a spirited child.”

Seraph's smile remained unchanged, but a cold, impatient look, like that of someone looking at a naughty child, flashed in her eyes.

She didn't even lift her hand; she simply raised her eyelids slightly.

An irresistible magical force, like an invisible hand, easily pushed Rias aside, causing her to fall awkwardly onto the soft carpet.

Faced with an absolute difference in strength, Rias's pitiful magical power couldn't even make a ripple.