Unbeknownst to him, far away in Asgard, the Norse gods had already begun planning to dispatch a Valkyrie to his location.

But Akira knew nothing of that.

All he knew... was that in this grand hall of devils, he now stood alone at the center.

With a single act—one overwhelming surge of power—he had forced every devil in the room to their knees.

These were beings who, outside of this moment, wielded immense power, commanded respect, and ruled over domains in the Underworld.

But before true strength... they were nothing.

And that truth, raw and undeniable, finally dawned on them.

Shin Akira was the man who had crushed the heir of House Phenex in front of thousands—stripping away not only his power but his pride. And he had done it without hesitation, without fear, and in full view of the supernatural world.

As Akira's gaze swept across the crowd, no one dared meet his eyes.

Not out of reverence, but fear—pure, primal fear.

In this world, the weak had no right to challenge the strong.

That was the law—the unspoken rule etched into the very foundation of the supernatural realm.

Then, footsteps echoed.

Heads turned instinctively toward the grand balcony that overlooked the hall.

There, several figures emerged—each one causing the atmosphere to tighten with pressure.

— Sirzechs Lucifer, the Crimson Maou.

— Serafall Leviathan, the dazzling ice witch.

— Azazel, the former Governor-General of Grigori.

— And even Odin, the Allfather of Norse mythology.

Their very presence distorted the air, and with it, the mood in the hall turned heavy with dread.

Many among the devils began shifting their gaze back to Akira—some now wearing twisted smirks.

A mere human, no matter how powerful, had just acted without restraint in the presence of two Maou.

He had crossed a line no one dared approach.

"Shin Akira. That's enough."

Sirzechs spoke calmly, yet the authority behind his words was unmistakable.

Akira gave a short nod.

"…Sure."

With that, the pressure vanished.

He retracted his aura without resistance. After all, this was Sirzechs Lucifer—the older brother of his fiancée and one of the few beings he found worthy of acknowledgment.

The devils exhaled as though they'd been drowning. Relief swept over them like a wave.

But the fear remained—etched into their bones.

For that one moment, they had known what it was like to feel powerless.

That moment… they would never forget.

But peace never lasted long around Shin Akira.

"Shin Akira—!"

A scream of rage tore through the hall.

Diodora Astaroth, bloodied and disheveled, charged forward with madness burning in his eyes.

"Akira, behind you!"

"Get back!"

"Stop him!"

"Don't you dare!"

Cries of warning came from all directions.

No one had expected such a foolish move—an underhanded strike, right in front of two Maou.

Even Rias and Akeno looked furious, Akeno's hands sparking with lightning, barely holding back the urge to strike him down herself.

Others in the crowd looked on with morbid curiosity.

Was this the moment when Shin Akira would finally be brought low by his own arrogance?

…They wished.

Just as Diodora's hand reached for him, a golden magic circle bloomed above Akira's head.

From it burst forth silver chains of divine brilliance—Enkidu, the Chains of Heaven.

One chain speared through Diodora's arm, cracking bone with precision. His scream echoed.

But that was just the beginning.

More chains followed, stabbing through both arms, both legs, and hoisting him into the air like an offering to the gods.

"AAARRRGHHH!!!"

The agonizing wail silenced the room once again.

In full view of devils, angels, and gods alike—Akira had spilled blood without hesitation.

But this? This wasn't even his worst.

The Maou present had already seen darker sides of him. This… this was restraint.

"You're pathetic, Diodora."

Akira's voice was quiet as he turned around to face the man writhing in the air.

"But I should thank you. You've just given me a legitimate reason to finish you off."

From the very beginning, Akira had sensed the bloodlust.

He knew Diodora was going to strike. But he let it happen—to manufacture justification.

After all, the man was already rotten to the core. A façade of nobility wrapped around corruption and deceit.

Without hesitation, Akira summoned a sword from his personal dimension.

A blade that gleamed with sacred light—a holy sword, sharp enough to cleave through devils.

And with one clean motion, he swung.

Diodora's arm flew through the air, severed.

Blood painted the marble floor, seeping into the crimson carpet.

One of the Chains of Heaven caught the dismembered arm, suspending it midair like a grotesque ornament.

"AAAAAGHH!!"

Diodora's body trembled, soaked in sweat and fear.

Even Sirzechs flinched, finally furrowing his brows.

Diodora may not have mattered to him personally, but he was still the heir of House Astaroth—an old-line noble family under the protection of Ajuka Beelzebub, his comrade and fellow Maou.

"Shin Akira... this is going too far."

Sirzechs' voice grew colder—no longer a warning, but a command.

The air turned still again.

Everyone present knew one thing:

When a Maou speaks like that, you listen.

Even if you're the fiancé of his sister, you don't get special treatment once you've stepped out of line.

But Akira didn't flinch.

"Too far? I don't see it that way."

His voice remained calm, completely devoid of fear.

Still standing on the lower floor, he looked straight up at the balcony—meeting Sirzechs' eyes with unwavering defiance.

In that single moment, the entire hall froze.

Azazel's eyes widened.

Odin narrowed his gaze.

Was this man truly so arrogant? So blind to consequence?

If that was the case, then even sending a Valkyrie to him might be a mistake. It could backfire horribly.

And then… Akira moved.

With a flick of his wrist, he hurled the severed arm—still bound by Enkidu—toward the balcony.

Toward Sirzechs.

Everyone gasped.

He threw the arm at the Maou!?

Had he lost his mind!?

Sirzechs Lucifer wasn't just a Maou. He was the Crimson Satan—a Transcendent, a being beyond logic, beyond comparison.

A power that eclipsed even the original Lucifer.

One of the Three Transcendents:

— Ajuka Beelzebub.

— Rizevim Livan Lucifer.

— And Sirzechs himself.

But as the arm approached, Sirzechs sensed something strange.

He extended his hand.

Caught it.

And his expression shifted.

A dense magical aura erupted from his body like a tidal wave, shaking the entire hall.

The power of a Transcendent Devil.

It was not something that could be understood through normal means.

This wasn't simply magic or raw force.

It was a concept, a pressure that rewrote the rules of the world around it.

And in that instant, the atmosphere transformed completely.

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