Chapter 144: Ten Minutes—Have at Him!
A tense atmosphere filled the vast hall, a space resembling a school auditorium, but far more opulent. Rows of ornate wooden chairs filled the floor, like a graduation ceremony, but with a touch of extravagant Devilish flair.
Across from the assembled Devils stood a small group—Rias, Sona, and their peerages.
Before them, seated on elaborately carved chairs, each bearing the image of a different Devil, sat the Devil elite—men and women, young and old, their faces grim, radiating an aura of cold authority.
At the back of the hall, a raised platform held four magnificent stone thrones, each inscribed with the sigil of one of the Four Great Satans—Lucifer, Beelzebub, Leviathan, and Asmodeus.
And above these thrones, on a smaller, elevated dais, sat Haru, lounging casually in a golden dragon throne, a smirk playing on his lips as he surveyed the crowd below.
It was a blatant display of dominance, a slap in the face to every Devil present.
Murmurs of discontent rippled through the hall, the air thick with barely contained hostility. Then, Sirzechs, seated on Lucifer's throne, spoke.
"I understand you are curious as to why Haru-sama occupies the seat of honor."
The elders below quieted, their eyes fixed on Sirzechs.
"During the recent Three Factions summit, we—the Devils, Angels, and Fallen Angels—reached an agreement. We will merge into a single force, led by Haru-sama as Supreme Commander."
Sirzechs's words ignited a firestorm of protest.