Chapter 12: Sirzechs, You Did It on Purpose!

Chapter 12: Sirzechs, You Did It on Purpose!

"I know you, Sairaorg Bael, the strongest new generation demon!"

—Sairaorg Bael!

The power of destruction used by Sirzechs and Rias was inherited from the Bael family's special ability.

The reason was that their mother was once the eldest daughter of the Bael family.

And the reason Vitan was so familiar with Rias and Sirzechs's expressions was not because Sairaorg was the heir of the Bael family.

It was because he was the first demon in the entire Underworld to become the heir of his family without inheriting the family's special ability.

"You're too kind. After meeting you, I feel that my title as the strongest new generation demon is just an empty name."

Contrary to his rough appearance, Sairaorg spoke in a very polite manner.

The two lightly shook hands.

Sairaorg's aura suddenly changed, filled with astonishing fighting spirit and battle intent.

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It is a spirit of relentless determination to challenge any strong opponent in the world, regardless of winning or losing, to improve oneself in the process and continuously move forward.

Accompanying this fighting spirit is an extremely powerful aura and presence.

Gurefia's delicate eyebrows furrowed as she stepped directly between Vitan and Sairaorg.

"Sairaorg, what do you intend to do?"

The icy queen, without using any magic, merely stood there, completely blocking the powerful aura emanating from Sairaorg.

Even under the gaze of the Demon King, Sairaorg remained indifferent, his sharp eyes fixed on Vitan.

"Since the banquet, I've been thinking about challenging the famous heir of the Asmodeus family."

His speech slowed, and his aura continued to rise.

"I believe the heir of the Demon King's bloodline won't refuse, right?"

Placing a hand on Gurefia's shoulder, she stepped aside at Vitan's signal.

"Just like your rough appearance, your provocation is quite clumsy."

Their eyes met, and the distance between them was less than half a meter. The restless magic began to surge and spread from Vitan.

"Haha—!"

"The clumsiness of the provocation doesn't matter; what matters is that you've accepted my challenge."

Vitan didn't respond to Sairaorg's words but slowly turned his head towards Sirzechs and Gurefia.

"Sister, Sirzechs, please reinforce the barrier."

Despite the tense atmosphere, Sirzechs maintained a smiling demeanor and said,

"Don't worry! I'll create a barrier where both of you can fight with all your might."

Sirzechs glanced at Rias and Sona inside the barrier.

"Just in time, their match has ended. I'll transport you two now!"

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After a dizzying moment, Rias, who had just won a small victory and was about to boast to her friends, suddenly appeared in the stands.

"Why so sudden, brother!"

Rias quickly identified the culprit.

This barrier was exclusive to the Gremory family, and only those with Gremory blood could manipulate it.

Rias's servants, along with Sona and her servants, also looked around curiously.

"Look inside the barrier!"

With a warm smile, Sirzechs tilted his head slightly.

Following Sirzechs' direction, Rias and Sona were shocked.

With short, deep brown hair like coffee, a chiseled face as if sculpted by God, a high nose bridge, and thin lips, the person exuded nobility and elegance.

On the other side was someone with a completely opposite aura.

The man removed his coat, revealing a white vest underneath, his muscular body stretching the fabric, exuding a wild aura.

Rias knew these two people very well!

One was her cousin, and the other was someone who caught her attention at the banquet.

But why were they fighting in her home?

Rias's mind was filled with questions!

"Sirzechs, you did this on purpose!"

Gurefia didn't hide her words from the girls around her and directly asked.

Rias, Sona, Akeno, and the other girls perked up their ears.

Sirzechs raised his delicate eyebrows, his gentle demeanor seemingly ingrained in his bones.

"Why, Gurefia, don't you want to see?"

"Sairaorg is undoubtedly the strongest among the new generation of demons. In terms of strength, he surpasses many ancient demons. Everyone, not just me, wants to know his true power."

"Vitan is the original Demon King, the heir of the Asmodeus bloodline, and has been under your guidance for years. His strength is unpredictable."

"The clash between these two will surely be spectacular. Who will win..."

Sirzechs didn't finish his sentence, as Gurefia's expression already gave him the answer he wanted.

Compared to Gurefia's silence, Rias and Sona's shock was evident.

Even their servants were equally astonished.

After all, as demon servants, the first thing they needed to know was the power structure of the underworld.

And Vitan Asmodeus was a name they had to pay special attention to.

"Brother, do you mean that man is the head of the Asmodeus family?"

Eagerly, Rias sought confirmation from Sirzechs.

"Of course! I thought you would have guessed his identity from how close he and Gurefia were."

"After all, Vitan attended your sixth birthday party."

With Sirzechs' reminder, memories flooded back to Rias.

Sona, who also attended the birthday party, shared a knowing look with Rias.