Chapter 19: The Capital

The capital was....bustling, to say the least. It pulsated with life, vibrant and brimming with excitement. The streets teemed with people, their laughter and chatter echoing through the air. It was a sight to behold, as befitting the grandeur of the capital. Elegant and meticulously designed, the buildings stood as a testament to the city's rich history. Intricate details adorned the facades, displaying a blend of traditional and contemporary styles that harmoniously coexisted.

Entering the vibrant market area, one would get met with a symphony of sounds. The vendors, eager to entice potential customers, bellowed out their wares in a spirited manner. Their voices rose above the lively background noise, creating a cacophony of offers and deals. Colorful banners and posters adorned every corner, fluttering in the breeze, showcasing enticing advertisements for businesses, luxurious resorts, and opulent hotels. The poster regarding The Rating Games were charged with particular anticipation by the citizens

And newspapers were given around in a craze, each copy promising a wealth of intriguing information

A glimpse of the front page showed the words in big bold letters, "A New Champion!! Belial Dethrone-" That's all one could make out before the page turned showing the new page, "Horse Fanatic of the Underworld Visiting the Capital?! The Heir Persecuted or A Criminal of Love?"

However, amidst the chaos, a hushed silence descended upon the crowd as a magnificent carriage approached. Three distinct features drew everyone's attention in an instant. First, the carriage was pulled by a team of majestic horses, their muscular forms exuding power and grace. Their presence alone commanded respect and awe from all who beheld them.

Secondly, the carriage itself was a sight to behold, an opulent display of luxury. Its polished exterior gleamed under the sunlight, adorned with intricate carvings and delicate filigree. The craftsmanship spoke of wealth and sophistication, leaving onlookers captivated by its sheer grandeur.

Lastly, and perhaps most intriguingly, the sigil emblazoned on the carriage captured everyone's imagination—the Barbatos sigil. For many of the younger citizens, it was an emblem they had only heard of in tales, a symbol of an elusive and mysterious house. As whispers of recognition rippled through the crowd, awe replaced curiosity, and eyes widened with a mix of reverence and curiosity.

Informed by the older citizens, who recognized the sigil immediately, the younger ones found themselves transfixed by the realization that they stood witness to a symbol of power and prestige. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation, as the carriage continued its regal procession through the city, leaving an indelible mark on the collective memory of its enchanted onlookers.

Diablo was thankful that the windows were tinted, lest the crowd get more interested with the individuals inside, thus obstructing them. The horses, now, were useful, at least for intimidation. No one stood infront of them. In fact the one leading was the fierce Bucephalus, he had finally managed to get that damned animal under reins.

His gaze wandered outside, his eyes fixed upon the sight of a magnificent building that came into view. It stood tall and proud, a grand structure that commanded respect. This was none other than the renowned Serafall Memorial Hospital, a name reverberating throughout the Underworld. Constructed using the vast resources of the Satan Levithan, it not only boasted state-of-the-art medical facilities from the Sitri family, but also bore the name of its benefactor, Serafall herself. As the most famous female Devil in the Underworld, her popularity soared, and the hospital's reputation soared with it, symbolizing the epitome of medical excellence. Vice versa, the hospital boosted her up as well. Public opinion of Serafall was unparalleled, her influence surpassing all expectations. She was by far the most famous Satan

Driving slowly past the majestic hospital, they proceeded on their journey. While the city had provided them with a villa for their stay, Diablo had chosen to reject it, opting instead to purchase an entirely new villa with his own funds. However, their destination lay elsewhere, as they bypassed the villa and proceeded directly towards the location of the inquiry

Diablo's gaze shifted away from the window, his eyes sweeping over the other passengers in the carriage. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, almost instinctively. The mood inside the carriage was.... professional, to say the least. The air was thick with a silence so profound that the mere drop of a pin would have shattered the stillness.

Contrary to its modest exterior, the carriage revealed a surprising spaciousness within its confines. It wasn't excessively large, but rather subtly expanded thanks to the enchantments woven into its structure—a touch of space magic manifesting through intricate runes inscribed upon its walls. The Barbatos, ever adept at space, had utilized various methods to ensure a life of ease for its members.

Directly in front of him sat Grayfia, engrossed in a book. Occasionally, she would break her focus, her eyes flickering to Diablo and then to the other occupants of the carriage, before returning to her reading material. Her face maintained an icy composure, yet there was a subtle hint of discontent that surfaced whenever her gaze fell upon the figure seated at Diablo's side. Since the 'Incident', she had taken to remaining within the confines of the carriage, only controlling the outer reins by magic. Her senses remained vigilant, constantly extending outwards of the carriage to safeguard against potential threats.

So she could be excused, as she was actually busy and doing something

But not the others. Lavinia, positioned beside Diablo, seemed to inch closer with each passing minute, until she was practically fused to his side. A radiant smile adorned her face as she intermittently hummed, a melody of pure delight.

While Violet was next to Grayfia, dressed in her military attire, which looked clean. Even though her face was emotionless, you could sense the glare she was giving Lavinia, the immense animosity in it.

Lavinia previously had completely stuck to him, so close she was practically on his lap, the glare immediately contained a bit of killing intent as Violet's knuckles turned white. Not to even mention Grayfia.

He immediately sensed it, and took action, quickly manoeuvring Lavinia back to the side. She pouted at that but still remained content as their shoulders were practically stuck together.

Before the journey started, Lavinia and Violet had fought for who would sit next to him. Since he felt he was too harsh on Lavinia back in the mansion and that she did not get many chances to be around them unlike Violet who's was with him constantly, he picked her. He clumsily did not consider the consequences for this decision....

Meanwhile, nestled in the far left corner of the carriage, was Kuroka. She maintained a noticeable distance from the rest of the group, opting to sit alone. Leaning her head against the window ledge, her gaze fixed on the world outside, she exuded an air of mistrust. Her wary eyes roamed the carriage intermittently, seemingly inspecting her companions before returning to her solitary reverie. She made no effort to engage in any form of interaction.

Diablo looked at all of this with a weary gaze, before sighing. He couldn't even bother to do anything about it now

"Fia," he said, his voice breaking the silence that had settled in the carriage, instantly capturing everyone's attention. The maid's gaze shifted from the book as she bookmarked it, her eyes meeting his, "Yes, young master?" she replied, awaiting his next words.

"How long till we reach?" He inquired

"About 15 minutes" she responded

A contemplative look washed over his features. After a brief pause that seemed to stretch into eternity, he finally spoke again. "Alright," he began,"Okay, everyone, listen up. There are two ways this will end. One with us safely going home with everything turning out right. This is the most likely outcome."

Diablo said as he gazed at everyones expression, everyone turned serious as he mentioned the possibility of another ending that was different from them going back home safely. Even though Kuroka tried to hide it, she couldn't completely erase the trace of nervousness from her expression.

"However," Diablo continued, his voice lowering slightly as he leaned forward, intensifying the gravity of his words, "There is another possibility—a sliver of a chance that we may have to fight our way out." The weight of his statement hung heavily in the air, casting a shadow of uncertainty over the occupants of the carriage.

"Young master....fight the Satans? And everyone in?" Grayfia interjected looking concerned. Her eyes betrayed her worry, for she knew all too well the limits of her own strength. Individually, she could deal with Serafall and Falbium. But against them together, she could barely hold her ground, let alone emerge victorious. And when it came to Ajuka and Sirzechs, even their base-level would push her to her limits within minutes. Not to mention the presence of the higher-ups of the Great King Faction and other officials, they probably were High-Class Devils, and the possibility of one or two Ultimate-Classes within them wasn't null as well.

It was absolutely insane what Diablo was proposing

"Fia, don't worry," he reassured her, "It's an exaggeration, the worst-case scenario. Even if things take a turn for the worse and we fail to make our case, at most, there would a be huge fine and we would be forced to return Kuroka. They would not kill us, just heavy penalties."

"So, you're willing to lose the kitty if negotiations go wrong?" Lavinia interjected curiously, her words made Kuroka fearfully look at Diablo. To be completely frank, she had lost hope, recognising how ridiculous this situation was. There would be no way he would put so much effort for a mere Nekoshou. Why would he? Despair clouded the edge of her eyes, in an hopeless attempt, her hand slowly went to the handle of the carriage...

...but then she abruptly halted, her movements frozen in response to the next words that pierced through the air.

"No...I'm not. I gave her my word. She will enter that place with me, and she will walk out of it with me as well. I will make sure of it. The only difference lies in whether it ends in bloodshed or not." Diablo said with conviction not once looking at the Kuroka

Kuroka froze, looking shocked at his words. She gazed at him in disbelief. She couldn't even begin to fathom what just happened. Was this Devil simply bluffing? It was hard to figure out considering the conviction in his voice. Everyone in the carriage felt it. Kuroka looked at the man, as if she looked at him for the first time, he was handsome....she noticed, it was more apparent to her now. Yet the words that he just uttered, she could still hear its echo in her head, her core trembled. He was willing to go to such lengths....for her, a nobody, someone he just met. Unintentionally, a small blush adorned her face for a second, before she immediately turned her head to the side in embarrassment. She still couldn't process it, she needed time to think...

Diablo's gaze shifted momentarily, first to Violet, whose emotionless demeanor remained unchanged as always. He knew she would follow him anywhere, without question. Then his eyes settled on Grayfia, who wore a helpless smile on her face as she shook her head. It was evident that Grayfia, too, would stand by his side without hesitation. There was no doubt about it.

Finally, he turned his attention to Lavinia, his eyes meeting hers. "So yeah, it could be dangerous," he acknowledged, his voice tinged with a hint of caution. "If you want to bail, I wouldn't blame you. It wouldn't change anything between us, I promise."

His words caused Lavinia's eyes to widen in slight disbelief, a hint of bewilderment flickering across her features. Yet, beneath the surface, a trace of offense stirred within her. After a moment, she calmed herself and spoke with a touch of anger in her voice. "I'm going... even if it turns out to be a purely suicidal mission, which it seems like it might be, I'll go. I will make you trust me, just as much as them... no, even more," she declared with unwavering determination.

"Thank you, Lavinia," He responded genuinely, "Really....I appreciate this"

Lavinia looked at him annoyed, but still couldn't hide the flicker of happiness that danced in her eyes, "There's no need for gratitude. It's a given," she stated, "I am YOUR magician, and YOU are MY Contracted Devil" She ended, emphasising a few words as she smugly looked at Grayfia and Violet, who both narrowed their eyes in displeasure

Diablo lightly smiled at this, before briefly turning looking at Kuroka. Then, returning his attention to the outside world. A building slowly coming to view.

They were here....

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Murmurs swept through the grand hall, an intricate tapestry of diverse conversations interwoven with anticipation. The room exuded an aura of grandeur, its towering walls adorned with flickering torches casting dancing shadows across the faces of numerous seated individuals. The dimly lit atmosphere lent an air of mystery and intrigue to the scene, while the crackling fires scattered throughout the space provided pockets of warmth and illumination.

Arranged in a semi-rectangular formation along the perimeter of the room, the high-ranking officials of the Great King Faction and other officials occupied their designated seats, poised as if presiding over a momentous judgment in the very heart of the chamber. The hall's focal point was an empty space, reminiscent of a court awaiting the commencement of a royal trial. The room seemed to hold its breath, acknowledging the weight of the impending proceedings.

Yet, amidst the ranks of the seated officials, five chairs stood slightly elevated, occupying a position of exceptional prominence. These were the seats for the four Satans. The last fifth one, sat a figure who was least expected in this hearing—Zekram Bael—a complete unknown variable

Directly in front of the Satans, two distinct sides stood poised for confrontation. One side had already filled its ranks with individuals, their clan affiliation proudly displayed by the sigil emblazoned atop their attire—the Naberius clan. The head of the Naberius clan, positioned at the forefront, looked hateful, as he grit his teeth.

As the room waited for the arrival of another party, various conversations flitted through the air like whispers of intrigue. Among the seated Satans, Falbium was seen with his head leaned down, his eyes shut. He had completely dozed off

"Have you heard?" One official exclaimed, "Diehauser has lost the title"

"Yes, I was there to witness it myself. She has undergone a remarkable transformation, suddenly becoming a force to be reckoned with" The other official nodded solemnly, "The Rating Games will not be the same with her at the top now, and Diehauser second"

"Do you think it was luck? That she'll get pushed back down again in due time" The other pondered.

"I don't know..."

A third official, who had been silently eavesdropping on their conversation, interjected unexpectedly, his voice resonating with certainty. "No," he stated emphatically. "Diehauser was utterly overwhelmed. No amount of luck could account for such a decisive victory."

Meanwhile, Zekram, observed the buzzing crowd. His eyes darted between the animated conversations, pausing momentarily to glance at the closed entrance

"He's late.." A smooth voice next to him uttered out. Zekram turned to see Ajuka Beelzebub, a striking man with vibrant green hair..

"The boy's got balls, I'll tell you..." Zekram remarked, an amused smirk dancing on his lips. "But there's a fine line between bravery and foolishness."

Ajuka looked pensive for a second before he finally asked, "Why are you here, Bael-sama?"

Zekram turned to face him, "The same reason you are here, my dear Ajuka. That boy is special, undeniably intriguing. But that's just the case for you, for me, his grandfather played a significant role in my life. It is only fitting that I observe the legacy he has left behind, whether it leads to success or demise. So, let's just say....curiosity"

Ajuka just hummed in thought

Zekram then opened his mouth once more, "So, is it soon?" he inquired, Ajuka turned to him in confusion, "The Evil Pieces" He clarified, "To give them out to the next generation"

Understanding dawned on Ajuka, as a smile formed on his lips, "Yes, as a matter of fact, I intend to call them together next week. I wonder if I'll see something special" He mused, his voice laced in expectation

However, this caught a certain someone's attention, a high-pitched, cute voice resonated from the left of Ajuka, "Next week??" It was Serafall Leviathan, "Ajukaaaaa~ Give my So-chan some preference, nooo? Pretty please?" her voice filled with adorable desperation. "We're friends, after all!"

Ajuka chuckled helplessly, "I'm afraid I can't do that, Serafall. You know I can't. It's important for me to maintain impartiality."

Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout, disappointment evident on her face. "Butt-"

However, whatever she was about to say was cut off, as another voice rung out, to the side of Serafall. A handsome red headed man. Sirzechs Lucifer

"He's here..."

As if on cue, the grand doors to the courtroom swung open. The entire court turned silent, most in disbelief at the audacious behaviour. The sound of footsteps echoed through the space as a small group of individuals made their way inside. A collective hush fell over the court, with many onlookers unable to conceal their astonishment. The group walked steadily across the empty seats, seemingly unfazed by the hostile glares from the Naberius Clan. Although their numbers were significantly fewer, they exuded an air of confidence and indifference. It was an assortment of characters, each with their own unique aura.

It consisted a young, pretty girl dressed in military attire, her expression devoid of emotion. By her side stood a beautiful blonde witch with a conical hat, catching the attention of many with her enchanting presence. A silver-haired maid with an icy countenance followed closely behind, her face immediately looked upon in recognition by the majority present. A nervous yet captivating black-haired Nekoshou was beside them, she was recognised by many as well due to the fact of her being the subject of this inquiry. They noticed the tendrils of Demonic energy emanating from her, indicating her status as a Reincarnated Devil.

And finally, a striking young boy with sharp features and obsidian hair commanded attention as he led the group with a noble and dominant stride. An air of arrogance mingled with his composed demeanour, the familiar look made the head of Naberius clench his fist in anger. The young boy took a seat in the foremost chair, assuming a relaxed yet acceptable posture, although his did raise an eyebrow when he noticed the presence of Zekram. He ignored the cheerful waves coming at him from the girl dressed in a magic-girl outfit. The Nekoshou was seated beside him, visibly shrinking under the weight of everyone's gazes

"My sincere apologies to the esteemed court for our regrettable tardiness," the young boy spoke with an air of elegant poise,"We had been preoccupied by some issues during our travel. Our house is still recovering from devastating, yet unintentional, damage done by House Naberius"

"NONSENSE!" thundered the head of House Naberius, his voice reverberating with fury, unable to take in anymore. He turned his gaze towards the assembled dignitaries, his eyes ablaze with righteous anger, "My Lords, such insolence you're witnessing first hand! False accusations fabricated by House Barbatos. We have committed no wrong against them! I demand proof!"

Diablo didn't look concerned, "Lord Naberius, do not worry, I do not blame you. As I said before, it was unintentional. I have already forgiven your actions for the damage," he concluded, a touch of indifference tainting his words.

Lord Naberius turned to face Diablo, his eyes now burning with crimson intensity, "There is no need for forgiveness as we have done nothing wrong! What damage, pray tell, has our noble house wrought? Nothing, I tell you! We left in peace!"

"Psychological" He responded, and Lord Naberius appeared to turn perplexed, "Psychological damage, my Lords. Lord Naberius had entered my territory without issuing any prior notice," Diablo continued, his gaze sweeping across the court. "As you are well aware, The current situation of House Barbatos is.....strained, to put it mildly. I possessed no protection other than a young human girl and a mere maid."

Everyone's faces in the court twitched at the shamelessness of calling the Silver Demoness of Ice a mere maid.

"So when such a force barged into my territory, when I had no clue what was going on, I was rightfully frightened and confused." Diablo uttered, his tone now imbued with an element of pitiful vulnerability. "The trauma still haunts me to this day," He added, gathering sympathy, "But I don't intend to blame Lord Naberius for this, as he was simply chasing a criminal. It was justice, and as a lawful noble of this esteemed society, I shall always uphold it. Therefore Lord Naberius, I forgive you" He ended selflessly, as if he was some martyr committing a big sacrifice, painting the head of Naberius as the villain who bullied a younger weaker boy. It was dramatic to say the least, and everyone in court could sense it.

Lord Naberius looked shook, his mouth open in disbelief at the drivel spouted at him, before finally he trembled in rage, same as his fellow clan members. He and his clan members rose from their seats, their voices joining in a chorus of indignation. Lord Naberius, his face now flushed with anger, bellowed, "THIS IS ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS! MY LORDS, HE IS MAKING A MOCKERY OF THIS PROCEEDING! I DEMAND THA—"

"SILENCE! I WANT ORDER IN THIS COURT!" Zekram's authoritative voice boomed, commanding the attention of all present.

Gradually, the court once again fell into a hushed silence, the tumult quelled as order was once again established.

Zekram cleared his throat, "Now, since everything is in order," he began, his voice resonating with gravitas, "We shall proceed in civility. Since this is conflict that affects two Noble Devil Clans, the court will be prepared as an intermediatery for this conflict. They will also meticulously judge any breaches of our sacred laws and deliver appropriate punishments in accordance with the Ancient Royal Devil Laws Amendment. Before we officially start this hearing, are there any who wish to raise an objection to the current layout?"

The room fell into a pregnant silence as Zekram's words hung in the air. His piercing gaze scanned the gathered everyone present. No one answered

Turning his attention to Diablo, Zekram inquired, "The Accused?"

Diablo shook his head, "None"

Without skipping a beat, Zekram shifted his gaze to Lord Naberius, "And the Accusatory?"

"None" He firmly answered, giving a side glare to Diablo

Zekram's attention then shifted to the sheet of paper before him, his eyes scanning its contents. A nod of affirmation escaped his lips, affirming his satisfaction with the proceedings thus far. "Then we shall begin," he announced, his voice resonating with finality.

BANG!

A resounding sound echoed through the room as a hammer struck a solid surface. The flames flickered and flared ominously in response, casting eerie shadows upon the faces of those present. Yet no one looked surprised.

"Will the heads of the clan please step forward?"

Both Lord Naberius and Diablo stepped forward, finding themselves at the epicentre of the chamber, surrounded by the court. Four sets of eyes by the Satans were now on them. Falbium had woken up and looked somewhat serious, while Serafall still sweetly smiled at Diablo

"Now then," Zekram's voice sliced through the silence, "Will the Accusatory summarize the incident, recount every detail of what occurred, and state the accusations against the Accused?"

Lord Naberius took a deep breath, his voice resonating with controlled fury as he began to recount the events that had led them to this fateful day. "My Lords, it all began when a member of my son's peerage ruthlessly slaughtered her own master and fled," he commenced, his voice tinged with both sorrow and anger. "Driven by a father's need for justice and a desire to protect the honor of my house, I and my confidants embarked on a relentless pursuit of this heinous criminal. Our path led us into the Barbatos territory, where we encountered Lord Barbatos himself."

Pausing for a moment to gather his thoughts, Lord Naberius continued, his voice unwavering. "Initially, we approached the situation with calmness, presenting Lord Barbatos with the truth and explaining that we were in pursuit of a dangerous criminal. Yet, to our astonishment, Lord Barbatos adamantly refused to hand over the criminal, despite her being incapacitated right behind him. He brazenly denied the existence of the criminal within his territory, even though the evidence was plain to see. Moreover, he went so far as to threaten us with a Clan War should we dare to cross his borders. He refused to accept the existence of the criminal in his territory when they were clearly right there and behind him!"

A flicker of righteous indignation flashed across Lord Naberius' eyes as he continued, his words gaining intensity, "Not content with obstructing justice, Lord Barbatos even dared to have his subordinate attack me, which I thankfully evaded. I have witnesses for this very event, witnesses who can attest to this grievous offense against my person and my house.

Lord Barbatos has willingly harboured a fugitive from my house who callously murdered my son, a member of my own bloodline, the heir of House Naberius and her master. He is sheltering a Stray Devil. That Nekoshou beside him being the said criminal. My Lords, I hope you recognise the injustice that House Naberius has faced against House Barbatos"

Zekram's gaze shifted to Diablo, "And what have you to say in response to these accusations Lord Barbatos? Do you deny them?"

"No, my Lord" Diablos confessed, startling many in the courtroom. Even Lord Naberius himself appeared taken aback by Diablo's admission, "It is exactly as he said, he speaks the truth.....However, there was indeed no criminal back then. That is a lie. The Nekoshou beside me is not the criminal but someone who is a subordinate of mine. Her presence holds no relevance to this matter, I do not understand why Lord Naberius asked for her to be present."

Naberius's eyes blazed with anger upon hearing Diablo's words. "MY LORDS!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with fury. "I can present the witnesses now, at this very moment!"

Zekram, turning his attention to the assembled Satans, received their silent approval and then redirected his gaze back to Lord Naberius. "Very well, Lord Naberius. You may present your witnesses," Zekram stated

With a wave of eagerness, Naberius beckoned his men from the back of the room to step forward. Three familiar figures emerged, their faces etched with nervousness as they found themselves thrust into the spotlight.

They went up to the plateform, and immediately cold sweat enveloped them as dread consumed them. Intense pressure exerted from the judges pressing against them. Their legs quivered, weakened by the weight, and they clung to the railings for support. Their hands tightened around the cold wood. Without the support they would have surely fallen to their knees.

It was an intimidation tactic, for them to say the truth. An old method, that usually worked for weaker Devils. Though as every method, there were pros as well as cons. So this, while effective, it was not infallible, requiring additional evidence for the words spoken here to carry weight.

One by one, the witnesses recounted their experiences, their voices trembling but unwavering in their conviction. Each testimony aligned perfectly with Lord Naberius's account, solidifying the weight of his accusations. The courtroom absorbed every word

Zekram turned to face Diablo, "Lord Barbatos, what is your defense? What say you against the evidence presented?"

"No comment" Diablo uttered out, and the court became quite. The words hung in the air, leaving the spectators bewildered and even Zekram taken aback.

Still, he gave him the benefit of doubt, "Lord Barbatos, I believe I may have misheard you. Can you repeat?"

"No comment" Now it was clearer than snow, no denying it. The certainty in his tone left no room for misunderstanding, causing disbelief and confusion to ripple through the room. No one could believe nor understand what was happening.

Zekram looked at Diablo deeply, trying to understand him but got nothing. He then went back to Lord Naberius

Just like this, more proof was brought up by Lord Naberius, presenting more compelling evidence, as he continued to build up his case

The courtroom was flooded with exhibits, from photographs displaying footprints leading away from the Naberius Mansion to vivid images depicting the tragic fate of Lord Naberius' son. Maps were unfurled, tracing Kuroka's journey to the Barbatos Territory, and every detail was meticulously explained.

Yet, Diablo's response remained unchanged. No matter the evidence presented, his reply never wavered—a resolute "No comment." The mounting proof against Lord Barbatos left little room for doubt, and Zekram found himself growing increasingly perplexed as he attempted to comprehend Diablo's motives. The officials even thought that Diablo was doing it intentionally, and was not taking the matter seriously

Finally, Naberius concluded his presentation, leaving the weight of the evidence stacked heavily against Lord Barbatos. Zekram, seeking to uphold fairness, turned his attention back to Diablo, hoping for some form of supporting evidence to salvage his case. But the response that followed shattered any remaining semblance of composure.

"I have no evidence" A nonchalant declaration, his words hanging like a heavy fog in the courtroom

The court room exploded, all enraged by the audacity of this boy who was making a joke of this entire thing. Their collective voice erupting in a cacophony of indignant shouts. Amidst the chaos, the Naberius side appeared smugly satisfied, their confidence unwavering

"SILENCE!" With another shout of Zekram, the court slowly calmed down. With a fierce gaze that surveyed the room, he eventually directed his attention back to Diablo, whose carefree demeanor only deepened Zekram's exasperation. He let out a sigh, unable to fathom the boy's enigmatic nature.

"Lord Barbatos, do you comprehend the gravity of your situation? You must present evidence, otherwise you will lose. There is nothing to back up your side of the story except your word. Your word alone cannot sway this court. You have to present something," Zekram implored

Diablo merely reclined in his chair, seemingly unperturbed. "My Lords, I would like to request a break. This hearing has drained me. I'm afraid I'm tired," he stated casually.

His words ignited a firestorm of anger and frustration among those present. Just as Zekram was about to intervene, someone unexpectedly spoke

"Lord Barbatos, your request is granted," declared Sirzechs Lucifer. Zekram and the Satans on table turned to look at him in confusion, but still held no opposition for decision. Zekram signaled to the other officials, prompting them to gather and reach a unanimous conclusion.

Even Diablo furrowed his brows, taken aback by the sudden turn of events. However, his confusion quickly transformed into narrowed eyes as he received a private voice transmission from Sirzechs himself. 'I can help you. I have evidence that will ensure you'll win,' his voice echoed in Diablo's mind.

Suspicion clouded Diablo's gaze as he regarded Sirzechs, who maintained a calm composure. The stare between them lingered for a moment, before Diablo finally responded with a voice transmission of his own, 'Thank you for your consideration, Lord Lucifer, but I would like to kindly reject it'

Sirzechs appeared genuinely puzzled by Diablo's refusal

However, Diablo didn't falter and continued to communicate, 'Lord Lucifer, I would like to meet with you after this'

Sirzechs' confusion subsided, and he swiftly replied, 'Likewise, Lord Barbatos. But I still hope you reconsider. I promise it will be beneficial for you.'

Diablo remained firm in his denial but managed to arrange a meeting with Sirzechs after the proceedings concluded.

"With the agreement of all Satans, officials and I, the court grants a 10-minute break to everyone. Please return to the court at the designated time," Zekram announced, finalizing the decision. As Zekram's words echoed through the hall, people began to rise from their seats, making their way out of the courtroom. Sirzechs followed suit, while Falbium immediately succumbed to slumber. Zekram and Ajuka remained seated, engaging in a conversation of their own.

While Serafall.....

'Wait, where is Serafall?' Wondered Diablo as he stood up, before a figure collided into him, holding him tightly. He almost fell down, but still managed to barely keep his balance. He slowly turned his gaze at the one who was embracing him. His eyes just dimmed down when he realized who...

'Of course, it's her.....'

"Diaaa-channnn~ Long time no see!" she exclaimed with an infectious excitement, her voice ringing through the air. With careful effort, he managed to remove himself from her enthusiastic grip. He needed to start start training for this at this point, too many older females have gone past his guard and hugged him like that unsuspectedly, he almost was doubting his training at this point

Undeterred, she attempted to draw closer, her hand moving to caress his cheeks. But Diablo deftly evaded her touch. "Mouuuu! I missed you so much, you know," she pouted in displeasure, "Every time I visited your mansion, I was turned away by Grayfia, who said you weren't there."

Diablo felt a pang of guilt which quickly bubbled away, when he thought of who he was dealing with

"Serafall, it has indeed been a while. Can we talk later?" Diablo spoke with a serious tone, "I have something to do now"

Serafall noticed his seriousness and looked curious, but still backed off, "Alright Dia-chan, but after this I'm definitely meeting you. If that doesn't happen, I promise I will break into your house" She threatened cutely, raising a pointed finger. Diablo actually believed she would

With that, Diablo bid his farewell, instructing Violet and Lavinia to stay with Kuroka as he made his way out of the hall alongside Grayfia. His strides were deliberate and purposeful, maintaining a brisk pace. Gradually, a figure emerged from the distance, accompanied by a retinue of followers, catching his attention.

"Lord Naberius!" He called out loud, getting his attention immediately as he turned to look at him, failing to hide the distaste in his eyes, "I would like to have word with you, if you wouldn't mind" He continued, undeterred by the hostility directed towards him.

Lord Naberius scrutinised Diablo carefully for a moment, before conceding with a nod and moving closer, trailed by his loyal entourage.

"What do you want, Lord Barbatos?" he inquired gruffly, his voice laced with irritation, causing Grayfia's irritation to intensify at the disrespect. She narrowed her eyes

But Diablo didn't take offence to it at all, instead a wide smile spread on his face, "Well, I have some information...Information I think you'd be very interested in.."

Lord Naberius frowned, a wave of confusion washed over his face, mingled with suspicion.

But as words after words left Diablo, a cascade of emotions played out on Naberius's countenance—initial uneasiness, swiftly transitioning into shock and disbelief. The same range of reactions rippled through his subordinates, their faces mirroring their leader's. His face went paler and paler until he was as white as a ghost, completely devoid of vitality, an ashen semblance of this former self

You see....ever since Diablo stepped into this establishment, ever since he stepped into the carriage to go to Lilith and ever since he first saw that letter. He had never once been nervous or scared. He was confident. There was no way he would lose. After all he knew information.

All the talk in the carriage about doing whatever he could, and the possibility of fighting the Satans was all bullshit. He would never risk his life like that. No matter how bad he wanted Kuroka, he did not want her bad enough to pull of a suicide mission, he hardly knew her.

Thus, if he had no cards in his sleeve, he would have happily given her up. There was no way he was making an enemy of everyone present in that courthouse for merely her. That thought was completely unfathomable to him

Therefore, there was no reason to say all of the stuff he did back in the carriage, after all he wasn't planning to deal with this that way. He already had a plan. But he simply said it to earn some brownie points with Kuroka, it was too good of a chance to pass up

Suddenly, a resonant bell echoed through the corridors, signaling the return of the attendees to the courthouse. Yet, there was a subtle shift in the atmosphere this time. The once-proud Naberius Household appeared downtrodden as they entered the room, their patriarch's face concealed in shadow, his shoulders slumped, and his hair in disarray. A wave of solemnity washed over the room as the hearing slowly commenced, Zekram gathering scattered papers on his desk in a seemingly absent-minded manner.

Diablo was never one to gamble with his life unless absolutely necessary. In fact, the primary purpose of his visit to the capital had little to do with this particular meeting. There was another contact he needed to rendezvous with here. The Naberius House held minimal significance to him, a mere backdrop in his grand design, no need to make any grand schemes to deal with them at all. Truth be told, it was indeed kind of stupid for the Naberius House to make this hearing at all, considering the information he had, but he figured that was unfair for the Naberius House because he was a reincarnator with superior knowledge. They couldn't possible know

And it had been so easy....So very easy that it was almost suspicious. No big, fancy elaborate moves or plans....Just sweet ol' blackmail

The head of Naberius slowly rose from his seat, his movement deliberate and slow. The perplexed gazes of everyone in the room fixated on him. They also noticed his unusual demeanour and presence now

Diablo had pondered before, why the Lord of Naberius hadn't devised a countermeasure for this situation, especially considering that Kuroka herself could have provided Diablo with the information if he didn't possess it as a reincarnator. Did Lord Naberius simply rely on blind luck? Hoping Kuroka would forget to tell him? Diablo had initially entertained the thought but dismissed it as implausible. Naberius was not one to leave things to chance. So, what was the underlying reason behind his unyielding confidence? It was during a brief conversation with Kuroka that Diablo began to unravel the truth. Kuroka, it seemed, was either unaware or her memory had become jumbled, rendering her oblivious to the specifics. Even if she possessed the details, she could never grasp the larger picture. It was this revelation that allowed all the puzzle pieces to finally align. To understand why Naberius had been confident enough that this information wouldn't leak.

It was almost too easy. Too easy blackmailing Lord Naberius. The dark secrets that lingered within the walls of the Naberius House, entangled in clandestine and illicit Super-Devil research, were poised to shatter the very foundations of their existence. But not only that, but threat to reveal their still active association with the Nebiros Clan, which were still at large, a rebel. Everyone knew that the Naberius Clan was a branch of the Nebiros clan but in the past the Naberius had severed all ties with them and vehemently denied any lingering connections, attempting to sever the tarnished threads that bound the two clans together, though in reality still interacting with each other in secret.

But now, the damning information that was threatened to be revealed, loomed like a sword of Damocles lingering on the necks of the Naberius. There was nothing they could do. It was an impeccable checkmate

Like a heavy heartbeat, the deliberate footsteps of Lord Naberius reverberated through the hall, their weight echoing the weight of his impending defeat. Gone was his customary air of arrogance and nobility, replaced instead by disheveled hair that partially obscured his face. The normally composed Lord Naberius leaned on the podium, his hands tightly gripping the railing for support, his body language betraying the exhaustion and weariness that permeated his being. He stood as a broken man, stripped of his façade of invincibility.

Diablo couldn't help but let a smirk dance on his lips. Beyond the acquisition of Kuroka, there was another motive driving his actions—a message that needed to reverberate, not in the present but as a catalyst for the future. Diablo had meticulously laid the groundwork, the foundation for such message, and it shall resound in due time....House Barbatos was fallen no more

"House Naberius extends its deepest apologies to all those gathered here today. We sincerely regret any inconvenience caused to this esteemed court," Lord Naberius began, his voice laced with a trace of contrition. "After thorough examination and careful consideration of the evidence, both the witnesses and I have come to the conclusion that we, in fact, did not see anyone that day. Furthermore, the Nekoshou in Lord Barbatos' possession is an entirely different entity. The House formally retracts all accusations leveled against House Barbatos and requests the dissolution of this case." With each word spoken, Lord Naberius's eyes remained closed, his face contorted in a mixture of anguish and pain. The court, once a tapestry of bustling whispers, fell into stunned silence, a vacuum of disbelief and shock enveloping the room

"Thank you..." he finally ended, his voice a whisper...

And the entire court rose up in uproar.