DxD: The Holy Knight!

"Saint, isn't it beneath your dignity to attack an opponent who is not even Maou class?"

Sirzechs could no longer sit still.

After all, the person lying was his cousin, and someone who represented the future of the underworld.

He could not allow anything to happen to Sairaorg under any circumstances, so he stepped in by his side and used phenex tears to treat him.

Sirzechs's words, however killed the entire atmosphere.

Saint.

The word might sound simple to ordinary humans but to devils, they were more terrifying than a nightmare.

This was the very figure who had suppressed the entire Europe, unleashing a storm of blood that terrified them to their core.

Even in their daily lives, mentioning that title sent a chill running down their spines.

This generation's Saint was known as the strongest Saint in history, and what terrified them even more was his title, the Saint Who Embraces Darkness.

The pureblood devil nobility stood frozen in disbelief as waves of shock flowed through the crowd.

Even Sona and the others couldn't help but cover their mouths, completely unable to believe that the man they had spent the past few months with.

The one they saw as their destined partner was actually the infamous Saint, a figure every devil avoided like the plague.

This felt entirely surreal.

"You are the Saint who embraces darkness, the one who brought all of Europe to its knees?"

Sona stared blankly at Yasuhiro, asking repeatedly in disbelief.

"That's correct." Yasuhiro declared.

His words stroke fear into countless devils and stirring their deepest dread.

People like Issei, Momo, and Tomoe were newly reincarnated devils.

Although they were surprised by Yasuhiro's status as a Saint, their shock did not compare to the impact of his raw strength.

They were thoroughly puzzled by the suffocating awe filling the room, though even with their limited experience, they could tell that Yasuhiro's identity carried monumental weight.

For them, ignorance truly was bliss.

Yasuhiro's youthful demeanor was far too disarming.

Anyone meeting him for the first time would never suspect anything amiss, let alone connect him to the Church's legendary madman.

Now that the truth of his title was out, all of Sona and Rias's lingering questions were answered.

Why was he so overwhelmingly strong, seemingly capable of anything?

Because he was the Saint.

It was precisely because of this status that he had studied under Gabriel.

And because of who he was, he could casually disregard the laws and dogmas of the church, since he practically represented the entire institution on his own.

Sona did not cause a scene or lose her composure.

She was an exceptionally sharp, rational woman with a resolve few could match.

When choosing a partner, regardless of his background, knowing that he held her in his heart was more than enough.

To Sona, even if his status was world shaking, what mattered most was that he had risked everything to storm the underworld just to save her.

To her, titles were secondary to genuine devotion.

Yet Sona's composure was not shared by the rest of the room.

The clan heads of the devil nobles, despite their fine garments and high standing in the underworld, dared not look in Yasuhiro's direction.

To them, he was the living embodiment of horror.

Sairaorg, having recovered thanks to the phenex tears, sat in complete dejection.

He had never imagined he would suffer such a swift defeat at the hands of a peer, even after drawing upon his ultimate trump card.

Back when he stood undefeated among the new gens, he had harbored ambitions to challenge that legendary madman.

It turned out he was just a ant for the opponent...

A bitterness welled up inside Sairaorg.

Yasuhiro had not only attacked his body, but also ground his hard earned pride into dust.

If he could not move past this psychological blow on his own, his growth would come to a permanent halt.

Watching this unfold, Sirzechs deeply regretted not stepping in to stop the match before it began.

Lord Sitri could only manage a wry smile, realizing the situation had spiraled far beyond his control.

Even with the backing of a great clan, there was no restraining a Super devil.

Meanwhile, the current head of Bael clan remained in his seat, keeping silent and watching the tide turn without uttering a single word.

The reputation of the Great King faction no longer mattered.

If the Church's Saint chose to turn his wrath on their clan, they would likely live under a shadow of death.

After all, he was all too familiar with the unhinged fury of the saint.

"Let'sp see who dares stand in our way," Yasuhiro took Sona's hand with effortless authority as he cast his gaze across the chamber.

Apart from the Four Great Maou, every devil who met his eyes shrank back, chilled to the bone by the aura rolling off him.

They dared not shift an inch, much less speak, terrified that the slightest gesture might bring about their end.

A single man had brought the entire underworld to silence.

"This aura..."

"Shit...shit.."

"This is like those aura edits..."

Young devils murmured in low voices.

Devil clans heads: "..."

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