"Azazel, you really want me at tomorrow's summit? You sure about that?"
Vali's voice was flat, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of surprise. He hadn't expected Azazel to drag him into politics.
Azazel grinned, scratching his head.
"Of course I do, Vali. You're the White Dragon Emperor. Your presence matters."
Vali turned away, gaze drifting skyward, a hint of melancholy in his voice.
"If this peace agreement gets signed tomorrow… does that mean the wars are over? Is the world done fighting?"
Azazel paused, caught off guard by the question—and by Vali's sudden gloom.
After a moment's thought, understanding dawned.
"I get it. You're one of the Two Heavenly Dragons. You live for battle. I suppose I can see where you're coming from."
He shrugged, tone softening.
"But peace is necessary. We have to follow where the world leads."
Azazel straightened, preparing to leave.
"Anyway, summit's tomorrow. Don't forget to show up, Vali."
With that, he vanished.
Vali stood motionless, staring at the spot where Azazel had disappeared.
After a long silence, his eyes narrowed, and he muttered to himself:
"A boring world holds no interest for me. Maybe you and I aren't meant to walk the same path, Azazel. Just don't get in my way tomorrow—I'd rather not make you my enemy."
White dragon armor flickered across his body, pale blue wings unfurling. In a heartbeat, he vanished into the night.
…
The next day dawned—the day of the three-faction summit.
After lengthy negotiations, the venue was set: Kuoh Academy's new faculty conference room.
Powerful barriers, woven by the three leaders themselves, sealed the campus. No one could get in. No one inside could leave until the talks were done.
Armies of angels, fallen angels, and devils ringed the building, each force watching the others with wary eyes. Patrols circled constantly, alert for any sudden attacks.
This was no ordinary meeting. Every attendee was a key figure—the fate of three worlds hung in the balance.
If things went wrong, if the agreement collapsed, war could break out in an instant.
Inside, Shuo sat at the table with the faction leaders.
Heaven's delegation: Archangel Michael, and a female angel unfamiliar to most. Normally, Irina would be at Michael's side, but Shuo had already swept her away, so a substitute had taken her place.
Fallen Angels: Governor Azazel, and Vali—White Dragon Emperor—leaning against the wall, silent and cold.
Devils: Maou Sirzechs and Serafall, with Evelyn the maid standing just behind Sirzechs.
Rias and Sona, along with their peerages, stood at a respectful distance. They didn't have the status to sit at the table.
Except Shuo, of course—his strength and reputation made his seat unquestioned.
The atmosphere, meant to be grave and formal, was anything but.
Azazel kept shooting Shuo odd glances, a sly smile tugging at his lips. No one could tell what he was plotting.
Michael, ever the peacemaker, smiled warmly at everyone—his face the picture of gentle reassurance.
Serafall, on the other hand, glared daggers at Shuo.
Ever since the magical girl video incident, Shuo had gotten bolder—now he was openly flirting with her, even in the middle of a diplomatic summit.
He'd seated himself right beside her, going so far as to poke her arm with a finger now and then, clearly enjoying himself.
Everyone watched the pair, expressions ranging from amusement to disbelief.
Especially Sona. Watching Shuo and her sister exchange heated glances in a supposedly serious meeting made her want to cough up blood.
A sudden suspicion gnawed at her: Was Shuo falling for her sister? The thought left her flustered and conflicted.
The only one acting remotely normal was Sirzechs, though even he looked a bit weary.
Sirzechs cleared his throat, eager to restore order.
"Alright, since everyone's here, let's begin the summit."
But before he could continue, Michael spoke up, voice gentle but firm:
"Before we start, I'd like to apologize for what happened to Asia and Yuuto."
To everyone's shock, Michael bowed his head to Asia and Kiba right there at the table.
Asia and Kiba rushed to respond, flustered:
"Michael-sama, please don't—my brother already explained everything. I'm happy now."
"That's right. What happened was Balba's doing, not yours, Michael-sama. I'm not held back by the past anymore."
Michael's face softened with genuine regret.
"I'm truly sorry you both suffered so much."
He returned to his seat, nodding to Sirzechs.
Sirzechs nodded back, turning to Rias and Sona.
"In that case, let's proceed. Rias, Sona, please explain the recent incident."
"Understood, Lord Lucifer!" Rias and Sona replied in perfect unison.
They stepped forward, recounting the events—from the theft of the Church's Holy Swords, to the chaos that followed, and finally the crisis: Fallen Angel cadre Kokabiel's attempt to destroy Kuoh Town, kill them both, and spark a three-way war.
As the report ended, the leaders' reactions varied—some sighed, some rubbed their foreheads, others managed wry smiles.
Rias finished, voice steady:
"That's everything Sona Sitri and I experienced and observed."
Sirzechs smiled, nodding.
"Well done. You may return."
Rias and Sona stepped back, faces tinged with pride—and a hint of embarrassment as Shuo shot them a supportive look.
Sirzechs turned to the room, voice serious.
"Now that we're all informed, Azazel, I'd like to hear your response regarding Kokabiel's actions."
All eyes shifted to Azazel—the Fallen Angel Governor now the focus of the room.
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