Arthur had just finished delivering his chilling lesson, and Xenovia Quarta stood paralyzed, the immense conceptual pressure keeping her motionless.
Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima were beginning to relax, relieved the immediate threat was neutralized by their unexpected ally.
But the peace was instantly shattered.
The double doors of the Occult Research Club room burst inward with a tremendous, splintering crash.
The air screamed with a localized surge of dark, demonic energy mixed with the chaotic, raw power of countless miniature Holy Swords.
Kiba Yuuto, Rias's Knight, stood in the doorway.
His usual cool composure was gone, replaced by a mask of raw, visceral hatred.
His normally gentle demeanor was wiped clean by an obsession that consumed him: the vengeance against the Holy Swords and the organization that created them.
He hadn't seen Arthur; he had only sensed the massive influx of Holy energy (Xenovia and Irina) and the rising tension.
He didn't speak. His right hand blurred, creating a Blade of the Evil God—a sword woven from pure, volatile malice and a desperate desire for destruction—aimed squarely at the Exorcists.
"DIE!"
Kiba roared, his cry echoing the pain of his entire tragic past.
Before the devastating attack could travel ten feet, Arthur reacted.
He moved faster than Kiba's frantic rage, faster than the concept of acceleration.
Arthur didn't use a magical spell or a physical strike.
He simply stretched out his hand toward Kiba's sword.
The Dragonic Aura that filled the room condensed, focusing its conceptual will on the distraught young Devil.
"Chill, dude!"
Arthur commanded, his voice sharp and laced with the annoyance of a teenager whose plans were being perpetually ruined.
The Blade of the Evil God froze mid-flight, its volatile energy instantly suppressed and contained by the overwhelming authority of the True Dragon.
Kiba himself, propelled by sheer hatred, slammed into the invisible, conceptual barrier Arthur had erected, halting his momentum instantly.
Kiba looked up, his eyes burning with rage and confusion, finally seeing Arthur standing there.
"Arthur? Why? Why are you stopping me? They are the reason! They are the ones who killed my friends! They are here for that!"
Kiba's voice cracked, pointing a trembling finger at Xenovia, who was still locked in Arthur's oppressive conceptual field.
Arthur walked slowly toward his frustrated friend, his expression becoming serious.
He knew Kiba's pain was immense and justified, but allowing this outburst to dictate the geopolitical future was not an option.
"I know your history, Kiba. And I get it,"
Arthur said, planting a hand firmly on Kiba's shoulder, forcing the young Knight to meet his gaze.
The sheer power in Arthur's grip was impossible to ignore, completely grounding Kiba.
"But you will not solve centuries of injustice with a tantrum in a club room. You don't start a civil war over a vendetta. You will not risk Rias, Issei, or the rest of your peerage because of your blind hatred."
He looked Kiba deep in the eye, connecting with him on a level far beyond a peer, but as a superior being who understood the true scale of violence.
"You have a better way to get justice, and it's not this. Now, stand down. You're better than this."
Kiba's rage faltered, overwhelmed by the sheer scale of Arthur's authority and the truth in his words.
The power holding him was so absolute, it wasn't even a fight.
The tension was so thick it was agonizing.
Kiba Yuuto stood trembling under Arthur's grip, his hatred quelled but not extinguished.
Xenovia was still frozen, her Holy power suppressed and her worldview shattered.
Issei and Irina were locked in a strange, heartbroken reunion.
Arthur released his iron-like grip on Kiba's shoulder, giving the young Knight a pointed look.
"Good. Now go sit down and think about what you almost did."
He then canceled the specific pressure on Xenovia, who immediately crumpled, gasping for breath, utterly defeated without a single sword being drawn.
Arthur then looked at Rias, giving her a subtle, knowing nod—a clear transfer of diplomatic power.
"I've stopped the fight,"
Arthur announced to the room, his voice returning to its casual, slightly impatient tone.
"But this is your territory, Rias. You're the local Maou's little sister, and you're the President of this club. Your job is to talk to these girls, figure out what they want with your people, and get them out of your school without causing incidents."
He gave a harsh glance toward the two Exorcists.
"You two are still breathing only because she allowed it. Now, you will treat her with respect due to her station. Rias is in charge."
Arthur walked to a nearby armchair and dramatically plopped down, crossing one leg over the other, transforming from a cosmic deterrent into an annoyed, intimidating audience member.
Rias, a brilliant strategist, instantly recognized the gift Arthur had given her: unassailable leverage.
She straightened in her chair, her Gremory family aura reigniting, now backed by the undeniable power radiating from Arthur.
"Thank you, Arthur,"
Rias said, her voice calm and authoritative.
She faced the two Exorcists, her blue eyes piercing.
"As Arthur said, we are going to speak like civilized beings. I understand you are here regarding the stolen Holy Swords, specifically Excalibur. Is that correct, Xenovia Quarta, and Irina Shidou?"
Xenovia, still physically shaking, could only manage a choked whisper.
"Yes... they were stolen. We are here to retrieve them from the Fallen Angels who took them."
"And you believed charging into a Devil's territory and trying to attack us was the appropriate diplomatic protocol?"
Rias countered, her tone cutting.
"Or did you just assume the raw power of the Church entitled you to disregard all laws?"
Irina quickly stepped in, her eyes flicking nervously toward Arthur.
"Please, Gremory-san, we didn't want to fight! We just need to know if you've seen the pieces of Excalibur. It's a matter of global security!"
Rias sighed, recognizing the genuine panic beneath the Holy Warrior's zeal.
She had the upper hand, and Arthur's presence meant she could safely dictate the terms without fear of an ambush.
"We have not seen them, but we are well aware of the threat of the Fallen Angels and the chaos of fragmented Holy Swords,"
Rias concluded.
"You will leave this territory immediately. And when you report back to your superiors, you will inform them that any future investigation on this soil must first be authorized by the Gremory and the Maou—and must be cleared by Arthur Leywin Stark."
The negotiation had shifted entirely.
Thanks to Arthur's intervention, Rias had secured a major political victory, leveraging his terrifying power to enforce Devil sovereignty.
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