DxD: The Holy Knight!

"Your Majesty, we have arrived..."

Accompanied by Dulio's casual voice, he stepped through the door alongside Griselda, Lint, and two exorcists.

As they walked in, the clan heads before them made way.

Deep frustration and reluctance filled their chests.

Yet they had no choice.

Power dictated the terms.

Every single newcomer was a maou class.

Facing one or two was manageable.

But an entire group standing before them exerted an aura heavy enough to silence the room.

Dulio walked over to Yasuhiro.

He bowed his head with deep reverence and spoke.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

Every exorcist in the retinue lowered their heads.

They addressed Yasuhiro with utmost deference.

This sight sent shockwaves through the Underworld nobility.

These were maou class fighters.

Individuals whose standing bred immense pride and confidence.

Overwhelming strength alone was never enough to command their loyalty.

It was evident that the Saint Who Embraces Darkness not only had strength.

He also held authority over his subordinates.

With a slight nod from Yasuhiro, Dulio and the others raised their heads.

They fell into formation behind him and Sona like silent retainers.

The mere thought of a personal guard made up entirely of maou class beings was chilling.

"The wielder of Zenith Tempest..." Falbium murmured.

His gaze fixed on Dulio.

That raw capability, combined with the second ranked Longinus, Zenith Tempest, placed him among the pinnacle of maou class combatants.

It bordered on the level of a super devil.

Aside from Akeno and Rias, who had witnessed Dulio in the illusion, the gathered clan heads broke into a commotion.

The renown of Zenith Tempest surpassed even that of the boosted gear and divine dividing.

Though its wielders throughout history were few, their documented strength had often eclipsed that of the heavenly dragons.

None of them had expected to encounter its current wielder here today.

"Falbium Asmodeus, I have wanted to test myself against you for quite some time," Dulio said.

His expression was eager for a challenge.

"Serafall, it seems we meet again," Griselda said.

She looked at her with a knowing smile while Lint stood nearby.

"Hmph. Griselda, and that girl wielding Incinerate Anthem," Serafall muttered.

During her previous operations before meeting Yasuhiro, those two had put her in a difficult position.

Today seemed to be the time to settle that score.

The Underworld grew increasingly unnerved.

Yet another Longinus user had appeared.

Boosted Gear, Incinerate Anthem, Zenith Tempest, and Regulus Nemea.

So many legendary Sacred Gears had gathered in a single era.

A phenomenon in history.

Dulio stood matched against Falbium.

Griselda and Lint faced Serafall.

Yasuhiro stood ready against both Sirzechs and Ajuka.

The remaining exorcists kept the clan heads firmly in check.

The tension in the hall rose to a sharp edge.

It threatened to erupt into open violence at any moment.

Cold sweat coated the hands of Rias and Sona.

Momo along with the other young devils held their breath.

They were terrified of making a single sound.

"Sirzechs, Ajuka, the choice of whether to reignite a war between heaven and the underworld rests entirely with you," Yasuhiro stated calmly.

"You brought the Burial Agency here to surround the leadership of the Underworld."

"In past eras, that would be considered a formal declaration of war," Ajuka responded coldly.

"If you wish to view it that way, I will not object," Yasuhiro replied with quiet dominance.

His words pushed the confrontation to its full limit.

Minutes ticked away in silence.

Neither side gave ground.

They remained locked in an unyielding standoff.

"Saint, let's settle it this way. If you can defeat both Ajuka and me, you may take Sona with you," Sirzechs finally conceded.

Yasuhiro was fully prepared to start a great war for Sona's sake.

He acted with utter disregard for the consequences.

Sirzechs could not afford such recklessness.

Nor could the pure blood devils.

If another great war began, the underworld which had only just begun to recover its past strength, risked suffering total devastation or even complete ruin.

Regret crept into Sirzechs's mind regarding his support for the political union between the Sitri and Bael clan.

Had he turned a blind eye to the rumors instead, only the Sitri clan would have lost standing.

Now, regardless of the outcome, the entire Underworld would walk away humiliated.

"Very well," Yasuhiro agreed without hesitation.

Confident in his capabilities, taking on two super devils at once posed no issue to him.

After all, once he transforms. It'll be the end for devils of underworld.

"Wait for me just a moment. We will return to Kuoh Academy shortly," Yasuhiro said softly.

He gently brushed Sona's hair.

"Yes," Sona replied.

She nodded with a faint, moved smile.

She trusted him completely.

She knew he never made a promise he could not keep.

He had promised to take her back to Kuoh Academy.

And he would do just that.

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