115 CH. 119: Grayfia's change

Grayfia swung down her hand and hundreds of small silver materialized. The Angels sensed their doom and flew off with their white wings.

Smirking, Grayfia unleashed the hell sleeping inside the magic circle. *Shiing!* Numerous icy spikes jetted out and impaled the fleeing angels.

All died.

But the raw fury inside Grayfia's crimson eyes remained unsated.

What else could be the cause other than the man who summoned her and seemingly forgot about her existence?

She was forgotten, never to see him again for twenty-two years.

A short period for a devil.

It didn't irk her. Maybe it did, just a little. The problem was his knowledge. The conclusion of this never-ending war, he knew it all.

She wanted to know. The odds were never in the Devils' favor. The fall of several Pillars only strengthened this doubt.

If that wasn't enough, yesterday another shocking message arrived.

The two Heavenly Dragons are going to fight again, said Chaos Karma Dragon, Tiamat, after Ddraig, the Red Dragon Emperor, borrowed her treasures. It could only mean he was going to fight his rival, the White Dragon Emperor. Their last conflict happened centuries ago and greatly changed the world's landscape.

This time, however, they will disrupt the war itself. Grayfia will lose the opportunity to torture the birds but this was better than every Devil succumbing to the meaningless war.

Grayfia swept her eyes over the vast sky with magic spells flying everywhere, the frontlines in Underworld dedicated solely for this war. The feeling of flying here couldn't match the feeling of that world. What was different? She didn't know. Maybe she liked the undead more than the sentient fools, or the polluted air.

She covered her face.

What am I thinking?

A tiny silver magic circle emerged near her ears. "Grayfia, return."

The order of her father made her frown. The show had only started and her father had already called back.

"Understood, Father."

She flew down to the camp of her Clan and used the teleportation magic circle to return to her Clan.

Her maid welcomed her on the other side.

Grayfia furrowed her brow.

The maid broke into a cold sweat. "M-Mistress, is something wrong?"

Grayfia reached out and closed the top button of the maid's dress.

"There. A maid shouldn't expose herself... unless it's an order from her Master," Grayfia said with her naturally stoic expression.

"U-Understood."

Grayfia admired the frills for a second then asked the maid to guide her.

Inside the meeting room, the Lords of various Clans bantered with each other. Nothing new. The Four Great Satans just sat on their high seats and looked down on everyone. Her father stood beside a black-haired man carrying a pretentious smile on his handsome face.

Lord Lucifer.

Grayfia suppressed the scowl creeping across her face and remained seated near the Heirs of other clans.

Stay calm, she maintained a polite smile.

But a proposal from a dashing, wild devil soured her mood. She rejected him with her harmless smile. Asahi had better looks but she still rejected him. What could looks do when the person was rotten inside?

She shook her head. Truly a waste of untapped potential.

The meeting started with her father's words, then Satan Leviathan spouted some flowery yet poisonous words. Ultimately, Lord Lucifer spoke of the matter at hand.

"The Heavenly Dragons started another fight in the Underworld. A village was destroyed," her father informed.

No one batted an eye at the news. The long going war had numbed everyone to death; devils never averted from death even before this.

"Azazel called for cooperation to fend off the Heavenly Dragons. Heaven also agreed. The Lords also agreed as this will weaken the strength of other factions."

Were they out of their minds? Heavenly Dragons. Even the gods feared Ddraig's flames and Albion's poison. Yet here they were, trying to use the opportunity to weaken their foes. Nothing less expected from the fools who orchestrated this war to dominate the world.

Grayfia let out a sigh.

Will this be the end of the Biblical God?

She couldn't care less about their enemies. However, the other Mythologies will jump to swallow their faction if Biblical God dies. Only he was strong enough to kill God-Class beings on his own. His methods terrified most Gods.

I cannot let this happen.

She stood up and all eyes in the hall went to her. She gave a short bow. "My Lord, can I have permission to say something?"

Lord Lucifer propped his head on his right hand, an amusing smile stretching on his face. "Go on."

"Please, do not provoke the Heavenly Dragons."

Lucifer frowned. "Can I know the reason?"

"The Heavenly Dragons will kill everyone."

Despite knowing how much it would piss everyone off, Grayfia spoke without the slightest change in her expression.

Lucifer slammed the table, turning it into dust. "Insolence!"

Lord Lucifuge held him back from jumping at her. "Lord Lucifer, please have mercy."

"Your words can be taken as treason," Leviathan said, her soft voice brimming with authority. "Stripping your titles will be a mercy."

Heir? Grayfia never wanted to become one. The position was slapped on her and before she knew it, everyone called her the Heiress.

She clenched her fists and bowed. "Please think about it."

"Guards, seize her immediately," Beelzebub said, yawning. "Why are we listening to a kid?"

"Grayfia!" Her father panicked.

Asmodeus patted his back. "Don't worry, Lord Lucifuge. They will only send her to her room. I will leave her punishment to you. We cannot afford to lose a strong fighter for a simple mistake."

Lord Lucifuge nodded. "I will see to it myself."

Grayfia let herself be dragged to her room. Sitting on her bed, she sighed at the Satans' immense arrogance as if the whole world was theirs to take. It wasn't. They didn't know the consequences of attacking the human world. The Gods won't stay silent and perhaps purge the entire Devil Race.

This is a mess. I hope Father doesn't accompany them in their death.

"Grayfia darling, were you bored without me here?"

This voice. Her head snapped at the source and her pupils dilated. He stood beside her, a teasing smile on his face.

"Bastard, what are you doing here?"

"Lower your voice please."

His hand went to her head and a peculiar warmth spread across her body. The weird sensation wasn't… bad. She quickly slapped his hand away and grabbed him by his collar. However, contrary to the last time, her hands barely moved him, if not at all.

She squinted her eyes to discover an intangible aura around him.

Asahi raised his hands in surrender. "I am sorry, okay? I didn't know the time gap between our worlds. It's only been twenty-two days in my world."

"What? Are you serious?"

"I never joke about this stuff."

As if… she looked into his eyes and couldn't find any trace of a lie. From a young age, she was trained to read devils and humans alike but looking into his golden eyes, she found herself lost.

"There, let me reward your patience with a hug."

Before she could deny it, Asahi wrapped his big arms around her and hugged her. She struggled, squirmed around, but he refused to budge an inch. She shook away the thought of using magic; it would either kill or cripple him.

Why is he so forceful today?

Not noticing the smile on her own face, she struggled both physically and mentally.

"Sit there, quietly."

He ordered and Grayfia moved before her mind comprehended what was happening. As if something inside her compelled her to follow him.

Is this a mind magic?

Asahi sat beside her. "Grayfia, come with me to another world as my maid."

Grayfia's mind stopped.