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Chapter 92 92: The Summit 1

The heavy double doors opened, and Rias Gremory led her peerage into the room. They stepped inside, their expressions instantly hardening as they took in the absolute apex of the mythological world sitting around the grand circular table.

Sirzechs Lucifer and Serafall Leviathan represented the Devils. Michael, bathed in a gentle halo of light, sat for the Angels, while Azazel slouched in his chair, a lazy smirk on his face, representing the Fallen. Off to the side, observing the proceedings with laid-back curiosity, sat the neutral deities of the Shinto faction: Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi.

But what actually caught Rias and her peerage off guard wasn't the leaders themselves—they knew who was attending. It was the people standing behind the chairs.

There was Sona Sitri and her peerage, standing rigidly at attention. Irina Shidou stood behind Michael. A silver-haired young man in a leather jacket leaned against the wall behind Azazel. And standing quietly in the corner, his arms crossed over his chest, was Jin. They hadn't expected to see them flanking the most powerful beings in the world.

Rias cleared her throat, shaking off her surprise, and formally delivered her report. She detailed the recent, violent activities of Kokabiel and the battle her peerage had been dragged into.

Sirzechs steepled his fingers, his blue eyes narrowing slightly as he looked across the table. "So, Azazel. Would you care to explain this?"

Azazel waved a hand dismissively, leaning back in his chair. "I didn't order that lunatic to go off by himself and start a war. He went rogue. What do you want me to say?" He offered a sharp, knowing grin. "Besides, I know a few interesting things about Devil affairs recently, too. Want to trade secrets, Sirzechs?"

Sirzechs's polite smile tightened slightly, and he expertly tried to deflect the conversation back to the treaty.

Seeing the Devil King clam up, Azazel lost interest in the political dance. His golden eyes drifted across the room, landing directly on Jin. The Governor of the Fallen Angels leaned forward, an annoying, probing curiosity lighting up his features.

"So," Azazel drawled, pointing a casual finger at the teenager. "You're the human who's been making all that noise. Slaying dragons, upending politics. Tell me, how does a mortal without a Longuis get that powerfull? What's the trick?"

Jin didn't blink. He met the Fallen Angel's gaze with cold, deadpan indifference. "I hit things. They break. It's not a trick."

Azazel chuckled, undeterred, and opened his mouth to press further.

"Azazel," Amaterasu's voice cut through the room like a crack of a whip. The cheerful Goddess was suddenly glaring at him, the ambient temperature rising uncomfortably. "Get back on topic. Stop harassing the boy."

Azazel held up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. Keep your halos on. Let's just sign the damn treaty and go home."

But before picking up the pen, Azazel looked over at the two Heavenly Dragon hosts in the room. "Since this is about peace, let's ask the dragons. Vali, what's your input?"

Vali, the silver-haired boy leaning against the wall, shrugged apathetically. "I just want to fight tough opponents. I don't care about the rest."

"Well," Azazel sighed, "you don't need a global war for that." He shifted his gaze to the Red Dragon Emperor. "What about you, Issei?"

Issei scratched the back of his head, looking overwhelmed. "Uh... well, it's a lot to process suddenly. I don't really know..."

"Let me simplify it for you," Azazel said, a wicked, manipulative grin spreading across his face. "If a war happens, you'll be too busy fighting on the front lines to sleep with Rias."

Issei looked absolutely horrified, the color draining from his face.

"But," Azazel continued smoothly, "if it's peace, then the factions' shift will focus entirely on propagation and baby-making to restore our numbers."

Issei's jaw dropped. A stupid, glazed expression overtook his features. "Propagation..." he whispered, the word echoing in his empty head.

Rias, who was standing nearby, turned a brilliant shade of crimson. "W-What are you saying?!" she sputtered, deeply embarrassed.

Standing in the corner, Jin watched the exchange with a detached, cynical eye. He thought to himself, Yet, if those exact same words were used by Riser Phenex, she would be fuming with anger. Funny how that works.

"So, what do you think, Issei?" Azazel pushed, reeling the boy in. "With peace, you could make love to Rias every single day."

Issei, completely lost in his perverted dreamland, threw his fist into the air. "Yes! I want peace! No war, only peace!"

Beside him, Kiba leaned in and gently nudged his shoulder. "Issei... Sirzechs-sama is sitting right there."

Issei blinked, snapping out of his fantasy, and looked directly at Rias's terrifyingly powerful older brother. "Ohh."

The conversation momentarily shifted. Michael offered a deeply apologetic bow toward Asia and Xenovia, the blue-haired girl, expressing his regrets for the Church banishing them. Jin completely tuned out the theological bullshit, his eyes drifting toward the window as the leaders finally moved to finalize the agreement.

"Let's sign the treaty," Sirzechs declared, picking up the ceremonial pen.

Just as the ink was about to touch the parchment, the atmosphere in the room violently shifted.

It happened in a fraction of a second. The ambient noise of the academy grounds vanished. The colors outside the window seemed to bleed into a dull, monochromatic grey.

Time suddenly froze.

Gasper's hijacked Sacred Gear activated with massive, unnatural amplification, completely locking the temporal flow across the entire Kuoh Academy campus. Outside, the lower-ranking guards, the students, and the birds in the sky were completely paralyzed, trapped like insects in amber.

Inside the conference room, the heavyweights remained standing.

Rias looking around , seeing people frozen ."This!"

Sirzechs " Time stopsed . Gasper!"

"We are safe because of our immense magical power," Azazel noted calmly, looking around the room.

Vali smirked from his corner. "And we have our dragons."

Azazel nodded, glancing at Irina,Kiba and Xenovia. "Looks like the Holy Swords saved those girls, and the others are frozen..."

Azazel stopped mid-sentence. His golden eyes widened slightly as they landed on the corner of the room.

Jin was entirely free from the temporal lock. He wasn't radiating immense demonic power, he didn't possess a dragon, and he wasn't holding a Holy Sword. He was simply standing there, his head tilted slightly, a distinct, red hue glowing faintly around his eyes as the three tomoe of his Sharingan spun lazily.

Before Azazel could even ask the question, the wards around the building violently shattered.

A massive horde of rogue magicians materialized out of thin air, surrounding the academy. Without a word of warning, they unleashed a devastating, synchronized bombardment of explosive magic directly at the conference building and the frozen guards trapped outside.