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Chapter 339: Chapter 335 ~ Frog’s Well

Weekend.

Inside the old school building of Kuoh Academy—quiet, almost eerily serene—the atmosphere was tense with expectation.

Sirzechs Lucifer and Serafall Leviathan sat elegantly on one of the vintage couches, their poise and bearing unmistakably that of Demon Kings. Across from them sat their younger sisters, Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri, mirroring them on the opposite sofa.

Behind Sirzechs and Serafall stood their attendants—Grayfia Lucifuge in her immaculate maid uniform, and the legendary swordsman Souji Okita, Sirzech's Knight, who was currently acting as Serafall's personal guard. Behind Rias and Sona stood Akeno and Tsubaki, their queens, maintaining their usual calm vigilance.

Outside the building, nearly a hundred devils, hidden under layers of camouflage spells, guarded every corner of the old school building. For most devils, such caution would seem excessive.

But for this meeting, it was nowhere near enough.

The two Demon Kings were not only here to visit their beloved little sisters—it was also the agreed rendezvous point where they would meet Yuuji, who would personally bring them to the venue of the second Tri-Summit meeting.

"Hey hey, Rias-chan? When will he arrive~?"

Serafall asked, fidgeting excitedly. Her heels tapped rhythmically against the floor, and she looked more like a little girl awaiting a long-lost crush than one of the Four Great Satans.

Rias smiled wryly. She had expected nothing less.

"He'll be here soon, Serafall-sama."

"Hah… Onee-sama, please be patient." Sona sighed softly, adjusting her glasses.

"Ehhh~? But it's been so long since I last saw him! I want to see him again already!"

Her voice carried a faint pout, and even Sirzechs chuckled quietly.

Before the conversation could continue, a sharp yet composed knock sounded on the polished mahogany door.

"Come in," Rias called.

The door swung open.

And the room fell silent.

Yuuji stepped inside with the calm, measured grace of someone who owned the world—and simply chose not to declare it.

He wore a striking half white-gold, half black-crimson suit—his signature attire from Yggdrasil when not clad in his full regalia. Intricately embroidered patterns glimmered softly on the fabric, catching the ambient light like faint stardust. His posture was relaxed, his expression gentle, yet dignified.

But the moment their eyes landed on him—

—everyone felt it.

A presence. One that dwarfed even the Demon Kings.

The girls—Rias, Akeno, Sona, Tsubaki—instantly brightened with warm smiles. Their hearts leapt in recognition and affection.

But Sirzechs, Serafall, Grayfia, and Souji Okita…

Though Yuuji released no magic, no aura, nothing… they still felt it.

A crushing weight, like something primordial, had stepped into the same room.

Souji's eyes widened subtly.

"…My lord, is this the one you spoke of?"

He whispered to Sirzechs, unable to mask the disbelief in his tone.

Sirzechs nodded, lips curling in a knowing smile.

And Okita thought, with a warrior's instinct screaming within him:

'What a monster…'

A man whose mere presence felt like it could erase armies. A man who forced even a swordmaster like him to consider retreat—something he had never once entertained, not even before death.

Outside, the devils stationed around the school stiffened simultaneously. Some froze mid-breath; others instinctively straightened their backs. Those airborne stopped flapping their wings, suspended in dread and awe.

They were about to rush in, only to be stopped by a telepathic message from Sirzech, telling them that everything was fine. 

Yuuji was simply standing there.

Then—

A warm, gentle wave washed over the area. Like a soft spring breeze brushing against the skin.

In an instant, the tension vanished.

The devils outside exhaled in relief. Hearts steadied. Palms unfroze.

A little show of might, and when they understood, Yuuji had simply willed his presence down, and the world obeyed.

"Thank you for waiting. It's a pleasure to see you all again."

Yuuji greeted Sirzech and Serafall with polite warmth, then Grayfia and Okita Souji with a composed nod.

But when his gaze shifted toward Rias and Akeno, the atmosphere changed.

His expression softened—subtly, unambiguously—filled with tender affection reserved only for those he loved. The two crimson-haired and raven-haired beauties instantly caught it; their cheeks warmed, their lips curled into dazzling smiles. If not for the important figures present, they would have already thrown themselves into his embrace.

Of course, their reactions didn't go unnoticed.

Sona saw it. Tsubaki saw it.

And Serafall, especially, felt a pinch of envy and yearning twist in her chest.

"Yuuji-kun, it is nice to see you as well. Your outfit looks amazing. Is this your official attire?" Sirzech asked.

Yuuji gave an exasperated smile.

"Aika made me wear this since we're hosting. It's a bit too flashy, so I rarely use it."

"Eh!? Yuu-chan, you should wear it more often! You look super cool!" Serafall practically teleported to his side, circling him with sparkling eyes.

"Hey hey! Let's make an anime together!!! I'll be the magical girl, and you'll be the phantom thief rival! It'll be so much fun!"

She clasped his arms, bouncing up and down with excitement.

"I-I'll consider it…" Yuuji replied.

It was clearly a polite rejection.

Just… not one Serafall would ever interpret that way.

He could already imagine it: Serafall storming his mansion with ideas, Aika overhearing and joining, and soon half his household getting involved. Even if he returned to his own world, he'd be dragged back here just to film scenes.

"Onee-sama… please stop embarrassing yourself. We are here on official duty," Sona muttered with a weary sigh.

"Ehh~? It's fine, it's fine! It's just us! Oh, So-chan, are you feeling left out? Don't worry, I already planned a part for you!" Serafall grinned mischievously.

"You can be my magical girl apprentice! Then you'll be taken hostage by Yuuji-kun so the villain gets the upper hand! Fufu~ You'll get to spend so much time with him—sooo lucky~!"

"O-Onee-sama! Please stop!!!"

The composed heiress of House Sitri slammed the table, rattling fine porcelain, her face glowing red.

Behind her, Tsubaki froze—her imagination spiraling uncontrollably.

Bound in ropes… pressed against Yuuji… trapped in his hold… his breath brushing her neck…

"Fufu~ Did you imagine it? So-chan, you naughty girl~!" Serafall teased.

Sona slammed the table again.

"STOP TALKING!"

Tsubaki nearly combusted out of shame.

Yuuji pinched the bridge of his nose with a helpless smile.

"Well, shall we head to the venue now?"

"Yes," Sirzech chuckled in agreement. "Teleportation?"

"Yes. The venue cannot be reached by normal means. Only authorized teleportation works. Your guards will have to remain outside the garden barrier."

"I understand." Sirzech gestured to Grayfia, who immediately relayed the instructions to the forces outside.

Yuuji nodded lightly.

Two golden ripples formed beside him—like serene distortions in space.

From them stepped two little girls.

One with luminous white hair, shimmering with rainbow hues—dressed in an elegant white one-piece dress.

The other with midnight-black hair, glimmering like a starry sky—dressed in a fitted combat yukata with a black-and-red katana at her waist.

"CUTE!!!"

Serafall squealed instantly, nearly vibrating from excitement.

Sirzech, Grayfia, and Okita, however, felt their throats go dry.

Once more—beings whose appearances contradicted the monstrous, divine power coiled within.

"Alice, Aria," Yuuji said softly, "please teleport the devils outside the garden."

"Leave it to us, Master~!" Alice chimed, radiant.

"Understood," Aria said quietly.

Yuuji patted their heads. Alice leaned into the affection with bright eyes; Aria closed hers, nuzzling subtly against his hand.

In the next moment, the two disappeared—one through teleportation, the other through instantaneous movement.

Finally, Yuuji swept his hand outward.

A swirling vortex of darkness unfurled beside him—his [Gate].

"Shall we go?"

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Lurking in the suffocating darkness, concealed by layers of buildings and meticulously crafted cloaking spells, Creuserey Asmodeus watched in silence.

His army of devils crouched around him like a swarm of shadows—motionless, breathless, waiting.

Creuserey's expression was carved from hatred itself, his crimson eyes burning with a venomous resolve.

He had paid dearly for today. For this opportunity.

The intel he obtained—intel confirming that Sirzechs Lucifer and Serafall Leviathan would be visiting this town on this very day—had cost him dearly. 

He had verified that information twice over: first through spies he had cultivated over decades, and then through a notorious information broker who demanded a price that would make even a Demon King hesitate.

But Creuserey paid it without blinking.

Because this was not strategy for the Chaos Brigade or for the Old Demon King faction. This was not politics. This was vengeance.

And vengeance demanded a steep price.

He would kill Sirzechs. He would kill Serafall. And while doing so, he planned to drag their little sisters down with them—those girls playing "overseer" in this town as if they hadn't been born into privilege and protected by the very forces he despised.

Killing them all would be cathartic. It would be justice for his beloved Katarea.

Yet no matter what pride whispered into his ear, Creuserey wasn't a fool. He knew—painfully so—that he stood no chance against Sirzechs Lucifer in open combat. Certainly not against Serafall as well. Their combined power could erase entire regions from existence.

That was why he had prepared a perfect ambush.

An elaborate, multi-layered concealment spell. One that masked physical bodies, magical signatures, and even spiritual presence blanketed him and his entire battalion. 

The cloaking was so intricate it required hours of uninterrupted concentration to cast, and maintaining it strained even his high-class devil physiology.

His army was more than just numbers. Each soldier had been enhanced through alchemical potions, enchanted catalysts, and dark curses that stripped them of hesitation, doubt, and fear. Their magical and physical strength had been elevated to, at the very least, rival that of high-ranked devils.

One alone would be laughable against the Demon Kings. But hundreds?

Even Sirzechs and Serafall couldn't ignore that.

And while they were occupied fending off the horde, Creuserey planned to strike the killing blow.

And if—by some unfortunate twist—his plan still failed, he had one final trump card.

He despised it. The fact that he owed that accursed snake Rizevim Livan Lucifer a favor made bile rise in his throat. But necessity had forced his hand. 

To guarantee success, he had accepted a certain artifact from Rizevim. A powerful magic-sealing device, capable of suppressing even the overwhelming power of a Maou, dragging Sirzechs and Serafall down to the level of mere high-ranked devils.

With that, killing them became not just possible, but inevitable.

'Katarea… I swear I'll avenge you. I'll kill both of them, even if it costs me my life.'

This was no longer a clash of ideals between the Old Satan Faction and the new. This was revenge without restraint. This was personal.

He tapped the communication seal on his wrist, sending a message to the captain of the scout unit.

["Hey, do you see them yet?"]

The reply came swiftly.

["No, my lord. We haven't sensed them ye—"]

The message cut off abruptly.

Creuserey frowned. There was no interference, no jamming spell, no communication disruption. The line simply ended—as if the captain had vanished mid-sentence.

A knot twisted in his stomach.

He contacted the assault captain next.

["Send someone to check the surroundings. I just lost contact with the scouts."]

["Yes, my lo—"]

Cut off again.

Creuserey's eyes narrowed sharply.

Once could be a mistake. Twice could be a coincidence. But in a situation like this—

even a coincidence was enough to set off alarm bells.

"Who?! Who dares attack me—?!"

A whisper of air sliced past his cheek.

A jet-black arrow, wreathed in malice, whistled through the shadows and buried itself into the concrete behind him. The wall exploded in a shower of debris.

A thin line of blood trickled down his cheek from a shallow cut.

Creuserey's pupils contracted.

His face paled—not from fear, but from a cold, murderous fury. Someone was toying with him.

He clenched his teeth hard enough to crack enamel.

"Whoever you are… I'll kill you."

His voice trembled with rage.

"Then I'll kill your master—Sirzechs! Serafall! You'll all die!!"

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