The descent of the Einherjar army and the Outer God ignited a massive panic. The common demons had barely recovered from the previous siege, and now, a carbon-copy disaster brought back those familiar shadows of terror.
The Demon King's army, having prepared for this possibility, began to react under the Secretary's orders. However, the Einherjar—who were supposed to bolster their strength—were now controlled by the Council. The army, despite having a slight edge in raw power, found themselves pushed back.
As the sealed Son of Chaos made his grand entrance, the Satan-class powerhouses could no longer stand on the sidelines. Ramsas, Shella, Mio, and the Secretary joined forces, barely managing to intercept the powerful, destructive Outer God outside the city walls.
The Council possessed the means to reseal the Son of Chaos. If their plan succeeded, they would seal him again; if it failed, they didn't care how much devastation he caused. To those old bastards, even if everyone else died, it didn't matter as long as they remained in control.
The Son of Chaos, an Outer God, was weakened within the three realms and had been sealed for centuries, leaving him with the strength of a Lower-Tier God. Furthermore, he lacked wisdom, acting purely on primal instinct. If he had been intelligent, he wouldn't be destroying every living thing in sight; he would be hunting down the Council members to end the threat of re-sealing. Even so, it took several Satan-class elites working together just to hold him back.
Inside the Coliseum, the floating islands occupied by Mio and Leohart were drifting closer. Mio, pushed into the arena before she could react, watched the chaos unfolding outside. The Coliseum allowed those inside to see the world, even if they couldn't leave.
Volcanoes erupted, and thick black smoke obscured the sky, while orange lava flooded the ground below. Only the floating rocks and ruins offered a place to stand.
Leohart watched the battle outside with desperation. Seeing the Son of Chaos and his comrades struggling, he was frantic. But no matter how desperate he was, he was trapped. He couldn't ask Mio to kill herself just to let him out—she was kind, but she wasn't a martyr or a fool.
"Mio Naruse..." Leohart looked at the red-haired high school girl, then at the plain black cat still nestled between her ample breasts. "What is the deal with that cat?"
Ethan, the cat, glanced at the battle outside. Seeing things were stable for now and his intended "prey" hadn't appeared yet, he was content to wait.
"Meow~"
A lazy meow escaped his mouth, followed immediately by a masculine, magnetic voice. "Well... it's hard to explain who I am right now. Just know I have the Demon King bloodline and I'm stronger than you."
To prove his point, Ethan extended a slender cat paw. A sudden bolt of magical lightning grazed Leohart's cheek, obliterating a ten-meter-wide floating rock behind him into fine dust.
Leohart stiffened. Any thought of using force vanished. The attack was instantaneous, with no magical fluctuation or warning. This cat was a monster. To Ethan, a Peak Middle-Tier God, beating an Ultra-Satan-class like Leohart was like a man punching a child.
Silence fell over the Coliseum, while the city outside screamed in the fires of war.
"Who are you?" Leohart eventually blurted out. "The only younger generation with royal blood should be me and the Naruse sisters..."
"How do you know there aren't others?" Ethan replied. He was currently communicating with Mio and Lucia through the soul network, telling them he entered on purpose and warning them to stay safe—especially Shella, the "loli succubus mother."
Shella, sensing the threshold of the Succubus Goddess, had become the primary force holding back the Son of Chaos.
Ethan wasn't a saint. He didn't care if the city burned, as long as his people were safe. He had allowed the Council's plan to proceed because he sensed a familiar aura on the artifact Belgos had used.
He watched the city through the eyes of others. He saw Lars, the masked puppeteer, saving a maid from their orphanage and rescuing demon children.
"The previous generation of royal blood was confirmed dead, except for Wilbert's line," Leohart gossiped, his eyes suddenly widening. "Wait... are you Princess Sephiroth's child? Her secret son?!"
"Hah?!"
Ethan's cool cat expression shattered. "You're calling me Sephiroth's bastard? I could say the same about you!"
"No, I have parents," Leohart replied seriously.
Ethan sighed. "Since you say only Wilbert left a bloodline, and you aren't Sephiroth's secret son, where did your royal blood come from?"
"Actually... the Council 'procured' it for me," Leohart admitted. "But I refused to be their puppet."
Ethan was stunned. He hadn't expected to uncover such a secret. No wonder the Council was so desperate to get rid of him. It was the classic story of a talented youth enduring humiliation before turning on his masters.