DxD: The Holy Knight!

"You should not have come."

Sona calmed her racing heart, wiped away the tears on her cheeks and spoke softly.

"No, I had to come. I want the entire world to know that you are my woman."

Ever since Yasuhiro stepped into the hall, his gaze remained fixed entirely on Sona in her wedding gown, ignoring every single devil present.

He saw no reason to act otherwise.

With his power, he felt no need to explain himself to insects.

However, the devil accustomed to honor and pride could not tolerate such blatant contempt.

In their eyes, a mere Holy Knight had dared to trespass into the underworld and disrupt an alliance between the Bael and Sitri Clans.

While that audacity alone was remarkable, it gave this upstart no right to act so insolently before them.

They clearly lacked the keen vision of the Four Great Maou seated high above.

Long years of luxury and arrogance had blinded them, leaving them unwilling to even consider the true strength of the person before them or whether he was someone they could actually oppose.

Perhaps the presence of the underworld's strongest figures gathered in one room made them feel invincible.

Lord Sitri and his wife, standing to the side exchanged a startled glance.

Unlike the other pureblood devils, they were not foolish enough to overlook the bottomless power radiating from the man, a might far beyond their own reach.

They could not even begin to imagine the limits of that vast ocean of energy.

Just what kind of monster had their daughter chosen as a lover?

Looking at Sona's anxious expression, Lord Sitri offered a bitter inward smile.

Yasuhiro's arrival had upended the Sitri Clan's plans, his strength making the outcome completely unpredictable.

His dismissive attitude not only provoked the devil houses but also drove several hot blooded heirs to clench their fists.

They secretly prepared to teach this Holy Knight a harsh lesson, determined to show him that this was the Underworld.

Slow, deliberate applause echoed through the room.

Before anyone else could act, another central figure of tonight's banquet had stepped forward.

Sairaorg clapped his hands, his eyes locked on Yasuhiro.

"Hyoudou Yasuhiro, brother to the current Red Dragon Emperor, Holy Knight of the Church."

"To be completely honest, ever since I heard your name, I've been deeply interested in meeting you."

Yasuhiro tore his gaze away from Sona for a brief moment to glance at Sairaorg, immediately catching the burning battle intent in his eyes.

Sairaorg was remarkably similar to Vali, both driven by the single minded desire to clash with the strong.

Under ordinary circumstances, Yasuhiro might have indulged him with a friendly contest, but right now he was simply not in the mood.

Murmurs flowed through the gathered crowd.

Many were surprised to learn that the madman who broke into the Underworld to ruin the alliance between the Bael and Sitri clan was actually the brother of the Red Dragon Emperor.

The news that Rias had reincarnated the current Red Dragon Emperor as her devil servant had already spread across the Underworld.

Even so, being his brother meant little here.

Not even the Red Dragon Emperor himself would dare to act so brazenly in the Underworld.

"If you value your life, get out of my way."

Yasuhiro's voice was calm addressing not just Sairaorg but everyone in the entire hall.

His words poured oil onto the fire, stoking the rage in every noble heart.

"Then I have no choice but to take you up on that offer."

A wave of battle spirit surged within Sairaorg as dense power burst forth, wrapping around his frame.

Having been born without the Bael Clan's signature Power of Destruction, he had spent his life undergoing brutal unrelenting physical training.

He had forged his very body into an unbreakable weapon, which had allowed him to defeat the old heir and claim his place in the Bael.

Within a split second, Sairaorg closed the distance, his speed so overwhelming that the weaker devil clans heads failed to even track his movement.

His fist tore through the air with enough force to warp the space before him, slamming straight toward Yasuhiro.

That no reaction shattered the last of Sairaorg's restraint.

Any intention to hold back was forgotten,and he poured every ounce of his strength into the blow.

Even the gentlest soul had limits and Sairaorg was a warrior to the core.

He fully intended to teach this intruder a lesson.

If the man could not even endure this single strike, he had no hope of taking Sona away, let alone leaving the Underworld alive.

The impact rattled the entire hall to its foundations.

Many of the devils gasped in astonishment.

Seeing Sairaorg unleash such destructive power, they nodded in approval, convinced that the Bael clan had secured a magnificent heir who would carry their clan to greater glory.

Sona and Rias watched with mounting dread, their eyes fixed on the thick cloud of dust billowing from the impact point.

To most onlookers, the reckless intruder had surely been ground to dust beneath that monstrous punch.

Yet, none of them noticed the stunned expression settling onto Sairaorg's face.

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