Multiverse Gacha-Chapter 510: [508] Alliance

Led by Grayfia, August entered Satan Castle.

As the fortress within Lilith, it was heavily guarded. Ultimate-Class Devils, considered strong outside, were plentiful here, alongside numerous High-Class Devils.

This was the might of the Devil Faction—one of the Biblical factions. Despite the war and the shift between old and new satan factions, devils still held sway globally for a reason.

Two super beings and near-plurality of satan-class powerhouses formed their backbone.

That didn't even account for the reserves of the seventy-two Pillar Devil families. Combined, it showcased the devils' strength.

Before leaving, August, at mere satan-class, could only ensure his survival. Now, he towered above devilkind.

Knock, knock.

At the meeting hall's door, Grayfia didn't enter immediately, knocking first.

"Come in~"

Squeak~

Sirzechs's voice sounded from within. Grayfia opened the door but didn't step inside. After August entered, Shirley was barred from following.

August frowned slightly but said nothing. If even Grayfia stayed out, this was serious.

Inside, a lavish room greeted him—a costly carpet, a black table, and Sirzechs seated behind it.

As a Satan, Sirzechs was one of the Underworld's top decision-makers.

"You're here, August."

Sirzechs smiled upon seeing him.

But August's expression shifted subtly as he observed Sirzechs.

Back then, weaker than Sirzechs, August couldn't discern his secrets. Now, surpassing him, he noticed something.

Sirzechs's aura leaned feminine compared to typical males. As the embodiment of the Seven Deadly Sins, August picked up further clues.

No wonder this world lacked a son, and Grayfia remained a maiden—Sirzechs was impotent.

This was explosive news. If it leaked, it'd rock the world.

"So, what's the rush? Calling me here with this setup—what's up?"

August kept his composure, sitting across from Sirzechs.

"Yesterday, you defeated Loki, the Norse evil god, turned the God-Devoured Fenrir into your soldier, and even made its children Rias and Sona's familiars. Word's spread worldwide."

"That fast?"

"Don't underestimate other factions' intelligence networks."

"Hm~"

Major global powers all had their own spies. Yesterday's banquet surely had eyes from rival factions—no surprise there.

"So why'd you call me?"

"With devils, angels, and fallen angels signing a peace treaty, the Biblical factions' long civil war has finally ended. But other factions don't want us regaining strength."

August grasped Sirzechs's meaning.

Once, the Biblical faction, under the Biblical God, ranked among the world's top divine pantheons—especially with the God monopolizing most human faith globally.

The Great War saw the Biblical God and original Satans fall, crippling the faction.

Other powers and pantheons rose swiftly in the aftermath, divvying up global faith while the three factions bled each other dry—letting rivals watch from the sidelines.

Now, with the peace treaty, it spelled trouble for those factions.

They'd avoid overt moves, but who knew what they'd scheme in the shadows?

"What's your point?"

"After you left yesterday, devils, angels, and fallen angels held a meeting."

"A meeting?"

"Exactly. August, you tamed Fenrir, you're the son-in-law of the Gremory and Sitri families, the Phoenix heiress is yours, and even the fallen angel cadre Barakiel's daughter is with you. You're a critical piece now."

August didn't argue. He was like Issei Hyoudou from the original story—no, more vital.

Issei could openly build a harem with factions gifting him women because he was an unstable element.

Those women becoming his wives tied their factions to him—a political alliance of sorts.

At its core, it was about power plays. Few truly loved Issei from the heart.

Even the heroine, Rias, chose him for his strength and the Boosted Gear. The others? Even less so.

August outstripped Issei—stronger, more terrifying, with greater status, power, and influence. He inspired far more caution and fear.

"Cut to it. What mess have you dragged me into now?"

After all that preamble, Sirzechs had clearly roped him into something.

"Yesterday, you took in a Norse Valkyrie, aiding ties between devils and the Norse. As a Satan, I thank you."

"Skip the fluff. Get to it."

"Heaven's angels want to establish ties through marriage."

Sirzechs flushed as he spoke. Devils relying on August for diplomacy was embarrassing.

Strictly speaking, August, though a devil duke, wasn't of devilkind—he was a Demon.

"Angels? Interesting. Aren't angels supposed to be celibate? If they indulge in desire, don't they fall and become fallen angels? Marriage? How's that work? Sending me a decorative vase I can only look at?"

Among the three factions, angels were in the saddest state.

Lacking devils' reincarnation tech and unable to reproduce—being pure and devoted to the Lord—any hint of desire led to their fall.

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