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He looked every bit the battle-type.
"Sairaorg" Rias greeted him as he approached.
"Hm? Rias? It's been a while" Sairaorg replied, shaking Rias hand with a smile.
A group of devils trailed behind him, presumably his peerage. He was at least a High-Class Devil.
"Indeed, it has" Rias smiled, turning to introduce him to Badr and the others. "This is Sairaorg, a cousin on my mother's side."
The man's gaze settled primarily on Badr, a curious glint in his eyes. "I'm Sairaorg Bael, heir to the Bael clan" he introduced himself with a smile.
He was intrigued by Badr.
Although Badr's demonic aura seemed weak, almost imperceptible to his senses, his combat prowess was undeniably formidable.
Yet, in Badr's presence, Sairaorg felt a strange sense of unease.
This peculiar situation piqued his curiosity…
The onlookers in the distance buzzed with excitement.
'Hee hee, maybe they'll fight…'
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While the crowd anticipated a brawl, Badr and Sairaorg showed no intention of fighting.
Shaking Sairaorg's hand, Badr offered a calm, polite smile. "I am Badr, Rias [Knight]."
"Hahaha… I know of you. I've heard you're a prodigious talent, possessing both the [Knight] and [Pawn] pieces. I'd be fascinated to know how you managed that." Sairaorg laughed heartily, showing none of the disdain or animosity the onlookers expected.
However, Badr could detect a burning fighting spirit in his eyes. This guy clearly relished combat…
Badr had anticipated questions about his peerage pieces upon arriving in the Underworld.
He smiled calmly. "The matter of my pieces is related to Rias. I am not privy to such information."
"Heh, I understand."
Sairaorg turned to Rias, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "You're quite resourceful, Rias. If you were to reveal how you managed this, it would cause quite a stir. Even Sirzechs-sama might be surprised."
Rias gave a wry smile, inwardly exasperated by Badr's deflection.
She had no secret techniques. Contracting Badr had been a gamble, and she hadn't anticipated him absorbing so many of her pieces…
However, judging by Badr's demonstrated talent, the sacrifice had been worthwhile.
The devils who had hoped for a confrontation sighed in disappointment as they saw Badr and Sairaorg conversing amicably.
It seemed a fight wasn't going to happen…
Those who had been eager to see Sairaorg put Badr in his place were left feeling deflated.
Badr glanced at them indifferently, fully aware of their jealous thoughts.
He had no reason to start a fight with Sairaorg. Neither of them was foolish enough to cause a scene in this setting.
The real show would be in the rating games to come.
Serafall Leviathan had warned him before arriving in the Underworld that many young devils were displeased with his presence.
It was only a matter of time before someone challenged him.
"The gathering is about to begin. Let's go inside, Rias" Sairaorg said with a smile.
"After you."
Rias, elegant as ever, took Badr's arm, her steps graceful and composed.
Just then, a loud boom echoed from ahead.
The corridor trembled. The sound came from behind a large door.
Rias and Badr exchanged a glance and approached the source of the commotion.
Behind the door, they found a hall in ruins, the aftermath of a magical blast. Two groups of devils stood facing each other amidst the debris.
One group consisted of grotesque-looking devils, while the other group appeared more human. An icy tension filled the air between them.
'So, it begins,' Badr thought, observing the scene with mild amusement. Rias had explicitly forbidden fighting at the gathering, but these devils were notoriously unruly and defiant. Rules were unlikely to restrain them.
Nearby, other devils watched the confrontation with amusement, their peerages standing beside them. They were clearly all High-Class Devils.
Among them, a young man with a gentle demeanor and dark hair watched with a smile. However, as his gaze swept over Rias and her group, his smile faded, and his eyes fixed on the blonde nun beside her.
He stared intently for a moment before quickly looking away, his expression unreadable.
The female devil in the confrontation spoke coldly, "Zephyrdor Glasya-Labolas, do you want to die? I doubt the higher-ups would object if I killed you here."
This female devil, one of the more human-looking ones, was quite attractive. She wore glasses and exuded a sharp, intimidating aura.
"Hah? You stuck-up bitch! I was being nice, inviting you next door for a little fun. You Agares women are so uptight. Hey, don't tell me you're still a virgin? You reek of it, so I thought I'd do you a favor!" the male devil retorted.
He sighed and leaned closer to Rias. "If this is the kind of company we'll be keeping at these gatherings, what's the point of learning noble etiquette?" he whispered with a wry smile.
Rias chuckled at his comment. "They're just a small minority…"
Most devils were polite, but the younger generation was full of hot-blooded individuals. When a group of young devils got together, chaos often ensued, leaving even the older, more established devils exasperated.
Badr hadn't bothered to lower his voice, and the nearby devils overheard his remark. They glanced at him, recognizing Rias but not him, their expressions puzzled.
Sairaorg stepped forward, his voice cool and authoritative.
"That's enough. Seekvaira Agares, Zephyrdor Glasya-Labolas, this is not the place for your antics."
Sairaorg positioned himself between the two, his demonic aura surprisingly subdued.
Rias leaned closer to Badr. "Be especially wary of Sairaorg" she whispered.
"Why?"
"Because he's considered the strongest among the younger generation of devils."
Despite knowing Badr's exceptional strength, Rias felt compelled to warn him about the heir to the Bael clan.
Badr smiled faintly, acknowledging her warning.
Indeed, these young devils were powerful.
His most impressive feat so far had been defeating a Fallen Angel Cadre, And the strongest of these young devils possessed power comparable to that!
These young devils had indeed reached heights unattainable by most.
But, there were always exceptions, weren't there…?
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The crowd gathered to watch the spectacle as Zephyrdor, still acting like a spoiled Kid, continued to taunt Sairaorg.
"You impotent Bael"
Before he could finish, Sairaorg vanished. A deafening crash followed.
Boom!
The hall shook violently. Before anyone could react, Zephyrdor was plastered against the wall by Sairaorg's fist.
The single blow knocked the troublemaker unconscious. He slid limply down the wall, unresponsive like a dead snake.
Badr reacted swiftly, catching Asia before she could be knocked over by the impact.
A gust of wind swept past him. Badr turned to see the dark-haired young man standing before him.
The young man's eye twitched slightly as he saw Asia in Badr's arms. He then offered a gentle smile.
It seemed he had also noticed Asia's near-fall and had intended to assist her, but Badr had been faster.
Badr nodded politely in return, releasing Asia.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine" Asia replied with a sweet smile. She bowed respectfully to the young man.
As Badr and Asia turned away, a shadow flickered across the young man's face.
'Asia doesn't even remember me?'
Diodora Astaroth glared at Badr's back, resentment simmering within him.
'Hm?'
Badr sensed the killing intent. He paused, turning back to calmly survey the surrounding devils.
His gaze settled on the dark-haired young man. He held his stare for a moment before turning back, his expression indifferent.
"What is it?" Rias asked.
"Nothing" Badr replied with a smile, dismissing her concern. Inwardly, he chuckled coldly, anticipating whatever scheme Diodora was concocting.
"You've witnessed Sairaorg's power, haven't you?" Rias inquired casually.
Badr's lips curved into a slight smile. He had indeed discerned something about Sairaorg's strength.
It was pure, unadulterated physical power.
No demonic aura, no magic, just a physique honed to perfection.
In terms of physical strength alone, Badr was currently outmatched.
"He's certainly strong" he commented casually, his mind seemingly elsewhere.
Rias sighed, but she knew Badr's true capabilities and wasn't overly worried.
They arrived at the gathering hall and took their seats. Badr and the others sat behind Rias, just as the other peerages sat behind their respective masters.
The High-Class and Ultimate-Class Devils present were already acquainted and exchanged brief pleasantries.
Suddenly, a surge of demonic power swept through the hall. Everyone, along with their chairs, was teleported.
The event was about to begin.
They reappeared in a large arena, seated in elevated chairs that overlooked a central platform.
At the highest level, several figures with immensely powerful auras sat quietly.
Badr recognized Sirzechs Lucifer and Serafall Leviathan. He didn't know the other two, but they were undoubtedly also Maous.
All Four Great Satans were present.Â
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