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"Sirzechs Lucifer, Ajuka Beelzebub. For two Satans to come in person through a secret channel… what a pleasant surprise."
Azazel walked ahead, leading the way with a grin that practically screamed bad intentions.
Ajuka cast him a cold glance. He was extremely wary of this old schemer.
Just along the way, he had already laid down more than a hundred spells. Escape measures, poison counters, ambush triggers, detection arrays… the works. If Azazel made a move, Ajuka wouldn't hesitate to kill him first.
They were here for negotiations, sure. But if they managed to eliminate the Fallen Angels' Governor along the way, that wouldn't be a loss. It would push the hawkish faction among the Fallen Angels into power, and then they could drop the bombshell of the Creator God's revival.
Compared to Ajuka's layered preparations, Sirzechs kept a gentle smile, as if he were simply a visiting guest. "Azazel, you said we'd talk in the reception room. Are we there yet?"
They had come to Yasaka Shrine in Kyoto through Baraqiel's channel, but Azazel was the one who greeted them upon arrival. Deciding to play along and respond as things came, they followed him along an outer path into the shrine's inner compound.
But the longer they walked, the more suspicious Sirzechs became.
He was Satan Lucifer. Azazel was the Fallen Angels' Governor. Couldn't they just find a quiet room anywhere? Why keep walking for three straight minutes?
Was Azazel stalling, setting up an ambush?
At that moment, Azazel asked in surprise, "Oh? Didn't your little sister send the information back?"
Sirzechs frowned, not understanding what he meant. What information? What had Rias gone through?
"That's odd," Azazel muttered, seeing Sirzechs's confusion. Still, he didn't dwell on it. In his view, Sirzechs probably hadn't imagined just how big the matter Ryo stirred up actually was.
"Well, since you don't know, I'll fill you in."
Azazel spread his hands casually and smiled. "Half a day ago, I stepped down as Governor of the Fallen Angels. I'm currently taking you to meet our new Governor."
"Come to think of it, Miss Rias witnessed the whole thing. Didn't she tell you anything?"
The Fallen Angels changed Governors?
Damn it, Rias, what were you doing? How did you not send this back?
Sirzechs froze.
What exactly had his idiot little sister been thinking? She personally witnessed the leadership change among the Fallen Angels and didn't report it? Was her brain broken?
"I haven't heard anything about this at all."
Sirzechs's face darkened. He almost wanted to grab a broom and chase someone down.
That brat had always been obedient. How did she manage to mess up this badly this time? Was she trying to get someone killed?
Ajuka, recovering from the shock, spoke in a strange tone.
"Perhaps… she thought the message couldn't get out?"
Witnessing a change of Governor in front of a crowd of Fallen Angel executives? In Ajuka's view, Rias probably doubted whether she'd even survive, let alone send information. If it were him, he would assume the message wouldn't get through either.
Azazel fanned the flames with a grin. "You two are joking. Our new Governor allowed the young lady complete freedom of movement."
Ajuka immediately fell silent.
If even the former Governor said that, then Rias probably hadn't been restricted at all. As for why no information came back… that was likely Rias's problem.
"That stupid girl…" Sirzechs's lips twitched. If not for the setting, and the fact she hadn't been dragged back yet, he would've had their mother skin her alive.
At that moment, Azazel stopped in front of a corridor and gestured toward a sliding door on the right.
"Gentlemen, we're here."
Sirzechs and Ajuka halted in silence.
The door slid open, revealing the figure inside.
A man sat cross-legged behind a low desk, wearing black-rimmed glasses, calmly reading through a stack of documents.
His hair was jet black, his features handsome. His lips were slightly thin, his eyes bright and piercing. Even at a glance, Sirzechs could feel the strength of his mental presence.
This man…
Sirzechs felt a jolt of recognition.
He had seen that face before. In the Devils' reports on the Kyoto incident, in the files concerning Kuroka, there had been a photograph.
The man who had become the leader of Kyoto's yokai in a single day.
And now he had become Governor of the Fallen Angels?
For the first time, Sirzechs felt how absurd reality could be.
If someone had told him yesterday that a person could become the master of Kyoto's yokai in one day and Governor of the Fallen Angels in two, he would've laughed it off as nonsense.
But now he couldn't laugh.
Someone had actually done it.
Ryo looked up from behind the desk, removed his glasses, and pointed at the cushions in front of him.
"Sit."
Sirzechs and Ajuka exchanged a glance. Ajuka subtly shook his head, signaling there were no traps.
Sirzechs sighed and stepped forward, sitting on one cushion. Ajuka followed, taking the other.
Azazel stayed by the doorway with a grin and asked, "Governor, mind if I stand here and watch?"
"Suit yourself," Ryo replied casually.
'The old fox just wants to watch us make fools of ourselves…' Sirzechs and Ajuka both thought.
At the same time, they began considering countermeasures.
The Kyoto yokai and Fallen Angels had joined forces.
Sirzechs wasn't particularly afraid of being surrounded by Fallen Angels or yokai.
But add Ryo Yagami. That changed things.
Based on the current analysis, Ryo Yagami alone could likely hold Sirzechs back. In a bad scenario, Sirzechs might even lose.
If Ryo coordinated the Fallen Angels and yokai to surround the two of them, they might actually be trapped here.
'We miscalculated…' Ajuka rubbed his brow.
Sirzechs's expression also darkened.
After his sister Rias delivered herself, had he now come to do the same?
Wait… had they intentionally kept Rias to lure him in?
And he had walked right into it. Not only came himself, he even brought Ajuka along.
Damn.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt like an idiot.
At that moment, Ryo asked casually from behind the desk. "What kind of news would make Lilith send the two of you personally?"
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