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“Hello! Could you help me find Kuoh academy? I am a little lost.”

Basara frowned at the appearance of the strange girl.

At first glance, she looked like nothing more than a young girl that was a little too much into cosplay.

But Basara had long learned that physical appearance was the least trustworthy thing in this world.

This girl was suspicious.

He could feel a deep repressed power from her and the speed at which she moved to catch up to him was clearly beyond what should be humanly possible.

Moving in a way so as to put Asia behind him, he could finally speak,

"I am sorry but I do not know the way."

"Hum?"

The girl tilted her head in confusion, "Are you not students?"

"So?"

"Heh. Interesting."

Basara didn't want to give any Intel that could be compromising.

For one Kush was extremely easy to find. You didn't even need to know the way, just randomly walking in the town would eventually land you there.

But he didn't know what kind of being this girl was.

Basara knew some spirit who would ask you the way and once you accepted to bring them somewhere, you would be imprisoned in another dimension, doomed to walk forever without finding your way.

Basara might be an exorcist, but he was not trained in dealing with spirit.

Of course, there was also the fact that the person in front of him could be an enemy that wanted to attack Kuoh.

"If it's all, could you let us go?"

Surprisingly, the girl nodded with no reluctance, "I am sorry to have taken your time."

Her smile was as bright as when people were taking pictures of her.

Giving her a deep look, Basara took Asia's hand and walked away. All of this while also looking around him.

He had felt another gaze on him, one seemingly less dangerous and holding no ill wills, but he did not want to bet on it.

—-

A few minutes after Basara left, the black-haired girl was walking in the street with a joyful gait.

What was worth considering was that this time, no one seemed to be able to notice her.

She would walk around and inspect different shops or monuments, all this with a smile on her face.

It was when she bought two ice creams, from a slightly absentminded shopkeeper that something changed.

A portal opened behind her and a maid with a voluptuous body walked out of it with a cold expression.

"Lady Serafall, could you explain what just happened? I was sure we had a plan."

"Mhm. That we had."

Serafall nodded her head and presented one of the two ice creams she had bought,

"You like vanilla, right?"

Grayfia ignored it, "Please explain first."

Seeing that her gift was refused, Serafall shrugged and begin to lick the vanilla ice cream.

"Well, you see. I really didn't intend to approach him. He is Sirzechs cousin after all. He can be quite scary when he is angry.”

Serafall laughed lightly. Saying that Sirzechs could be scary was the understatement of the century. People always underestimated him because of his talks of peace and overall stance toward violence.

But Serafall knew more than anyone else how merciless he could be when he was truly angry.

“It’s just that it seemed like our feathery friends were trying to move behind our back. Don’t you think so, Azazel?”

“I resent that.”

An unassuming man wearing an orange Hawaiian shirt, black glasses, white shorts, and a pair of sandals was holding a book as he walked toward them.

He was Azazel, the leader of the Fallen Angel.

“I just wanted to see the son of the greatest hero to have ever existed. I must say, he is worthy of that name. I think he even noticed me.”

Azazel laughed and sat beside Serafall.

This was a very bold move. Despite being the leader of the Fallen Angels, Azazel was actually the weakest of the three race leaders. [1]

While he was in a Satan class, Azazel was not much of a fighter and liked researching or having fun with women.

Sitting like this beside Serafall and with Grayfia standing not far away meant that he was putting his life in their hands.

“You are really reckless.”

“I need to be that reckless to get you guys to trust me.”

“Trusting you is like trusting a snake.”

Azazel chortled, “This is pretty funny coming from a devil. You and snake have a long history.”

Serafall smiled, “Can’t argue against that.”

She then went back to licking her ice cream while Grafyia released a sigh of relief as the invisible tension abated. She understood now that she had been out of the loop and she would scold Serafall later.

It would be foolish to dispute in front of someone who was like an ally without truly being one.

“Now that we are out, did you find a way to deal with your traitor? His existence is a threat and I don’t like threats. Either kill him or imprison him.”

Azazel gave a bitter smile, “We will deal with him. But I thought it would be a shame to lose such a great occasion.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t you see?”

Azazel waved his hand widely with a smile filled with joy, “Right here, right now is an occasion of the like we never had in centuries. The three factions are all reunited for a common goal in this small city. We are all in peace and all the leaders wish for peace.”

Azazel grimaced, “War had hurt us too much. We are the strongest religion on earth but our power has fallen so low that the others are ready to prey at us at any moment. You may not know this but Indra is acting dangerously recently. The same goes for Asgard and Olympus.”

“You know it, right? Despite what Michael had tried to hide, you guys should know it.”

Serafall closed her eyes, “Internally we may be the three factions, but externally we are one and the same. Once the truth is revealed, if we are still fractured right now, we might face extinction.”

No matter what was said, Christianity hadn’t been kind to other religions. Large scale massacres were a common occurrence back then.

But it did not matter. Because they had the strongest being on their side in past.

Now though.

“We need peace if we don’t want to die.”

“I know all that. But…”

“But there are always stubborn bastards in our three factions causing problems.”

“...Indeed.”

“This is why this is the perfect occasion. Kokabiel will be the sacrifice needed to reach our peace.”

Serafall gave an odd look at Azazel, “You are truly a bastard. You wish to use the one who dreams of war more than anyone else to usher in peace. How twisted.”

Azazel shrugged and stood up, “I have already warned him enough. He burned all bridges. So now he needs to be punished.”

Azazel began to walk away since he had reached his goal to convey his intention.

“By the way, don’t try to approach Basara anymore.”

Azazel stopped, “Don’t worry. I won’t approach him.”

‘He is the one that will come to us after all.’

Azazel keeps those words to himself as he left the scene.

Now alone, Serafall sighed, “Why can’t I just enjoy my passion of cosplay?”

She seriously began to wonder if she should search for someone to take her place.

“Grafyfia, would you be interested in becoming a Maou?”

Grayfia shook her head, “I am perfectly happy being a maid.”

“Figured so. Sigh.”

Being a Maou was truly such a pain.

[1]: Azazel is another