Layer upon layer of magical barriers unfolded, blanketing Kuoh Academy beneath a shimmering dome. In the sky above, angels, fallen angels, and devils hovered in tense formation, each side watching the others with wary eyes.
Inside a spacious chamber, the summit had begun. Michael, Azazel, Sirzechs Lucifer, and Serafall Leviathan—leaders of the three great factions—sat together, the weight of history pressing down on every word.
"That concludes the full account of the Kokabiel incident, as witnessed by myself, Rias Gremory, and my peerage," Rias finished, her voice steady.
"I, Sona Sitri, can confirm Rias Gremory's report in its entirety," Sona added, cool and precise.
"Thank you both. You may step back now," Sirzechs said.
"Thanks, Rias-chan. Sona-chan," Serafall chimed in, flashing a quick smile.
With the incident reported, the true summit began.
"Having heard Rias's report, I'd like to hear the Fallen Angel Governor's perspective," Michael said, turning to Azazel.
"No need for debate—Kokabiel acted alone," Azazel replied, shrugging.
"And you had no idea your man was stirring up trouble?" Sirzechs pressed.
Azazel waved it off. "I let him run wild until I figured out his angle. Besides, the Red Dragon Emperor sorted him out. We've already sentenced Kokabiel to eternal ice—he's not coming back."
"The real question is what motivated him…" Michael mused.
The leaders volleyed questions and answers back and forth, their voices calm but the tension palpable. On the sidelines, Tenra stifled a yawn. With Serafall, Michael, and Sirzechs all being peace advocates, and Azazel more interested in gadgets than power, the outcome felt inevitable.
Sure enough, Azazel soon waved a hand, impatience creeping into his tone. "Alright, alright, let's just sign the peace treaty. That's what we're here for, isn't it?"
Rias and Sona blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting the Fallen Angels to be so accommodating. Michael and Sirzechs exchanged glances, then nodded.
A swift, peaceful resolution—no one was about to complain.
"Still, even with our treaty, there are other forces in this world that could tip the balance," Azazel said, his gaze sharpening. "Red Dragon Emperor. White Dragon Emperor. I'd like your thoughts."
All eyes turned to Tenra and Vali.
Vali cracked a grin. "As long as I get to fight strong opponents, I'm happy."
"There's no shortage of strong people, even without war," Tenra replied dryly.
"True enough…" Vali conceded, smirking.
"And you, Red Dragon Emperor?" Michael asked.
"For me? I'd rather have peace. I'm not that interested in fighting. If I have free time, I'd rather spend it with my fiancée," Tenra said, propping his chin on his hand.
Power and battle were never Tenra's true goals—just stepping stones toward his ambitions. Rias, hearing him say it so openly, flushed with embarrassment, though sweetness bloomed beneath her blush.
"Haha! Red Dragon Emperor, you really are something else!" Azazel laughed. "Alright, let's make it official."
With a snap of Azazel's fingers, the three factions sealed their historic treaty.
The girls nearby could barely contain their excitement—they were witnessing history itself.
But then—
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A barrage of explosions and frantic shouts erupted outside, shaking the entire room.
"What's happening?"
"An attack? Now of all times?!"
The girls' faces paled as the leaders leapt to their feet.
"Tenra-sama…"
A whisper of magic flickered at Tenra's ear—Yubelluna, her face tense, had received a message. She leaned in, voice low.
"They've arrived, just as expected…"
"Is Gasper safe?" Tenra's eyes narrowed.
"Kalamaiya and Shulan have already repelled the attackers. They didn't get what they wanted," Yubelluna replied.
Tenra nodded. Everything was unfolding exactly as fate had written—the summit, the enemy assault. But this time, he'd made sure Gasper was under heavy guard. There would be no repeat of the past.
Suddenly, a magic circle flared in midair, and a figure stepped out.
"Good evening, Sirzechs-sama. Serafall-sama," the newcomer announced.
She was tall, striking, and dressed to kill—an alluring woman radiating both power and danger.
"You—what are you doing here?"
Serafall's eyes widened in shock.
"The blood of the previous Leviathan runs in her veins…"
Sirzechs's voice was grave.
"Katerea Leviathan!" Serafall gasped.
Katerea's lips curled into a cold smile. "I come to bring destruction and chaos to your world."
Without another word, she raised her staff high, eyes glittering with bloodlust.
BOOM!
Dust and debris filled the air as the building was torn apart. Tenra's group, shielded by a powerful barrier, emerged unharmed.
"Are you alright, Asia?" Tenra asked.
"I'm fine, Tenra-san," Asia answered, coughing lightly.
Above, the sky swarmed with magicians in robes, pouring through magic circles to clash with the defenders—devils, angels, and fallen angels all locked in battle.
Katerea hovered above, hand to her lips, sneering. "The great three-faction barrier—how unsightly!"
Sirzechs dismissed the ward with a flick of his hand. "Katerea, crashing our summit like this—what do you want?"
"To destroy your treaty, obviously. With God and the old Maou gone, it's our turn to rule this world!" Katerea's voice was icy as she swept her staff through the air.
"Katerea-chan, stop! Why are you doing this?" Serafall pleaded.
"Why? You stole the Leviathan title from me, Serafall! How shameless can you be?"
"I… I…"
"Don't worry. I'll kill you here today. From now on, the name Leviathan will be mine."
Katerea laughed, wild and unhinged, as the room's mood darkened.
Azazel stepped forward, voice wry. "Katerea, I get where you're coming from, but do you really think you and your little band of magicians can take all of us?"
Katerea's eyes flashed. "Of course not. Even I'm not that arrogant. But—"
She grinned, fangs bared. "What if I add the strongest White Dragon Emperor in history to my side?"
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