The Satan

Royal and Sirzechs

Sirzechs was deploying numerous orbs created from his power of "Destruction",
exterminating a thousand of the opposing troops in a single instant. If he had really
wanted to, he could easily have eliminated ten times the number of troops without
much more effort. Sirzechs' power far exceeded all the limitations of a devil.

Just as he was about to reach the base of Damaidus Zereikel Asmodeus, someone
blocked Sirzechs' path.

It was Grayfia's younger brother, who stood in front of Sirzechs and began to
emanate a hostile aura. He looked at his opponent with hateful, murderous eyes.

Sirzechs spoke: "It is you, Euclid. Please get out of here now, and I won't hurt you."

Sirzechs showed his sympathetic side. He hadn't become so cold as to murder
Grayfia's younger brother without warning.

However, his words had come to Euclid incorrectly. Rather, he was overwhelmed
with anger the moment he stood in front of Sirzechs.

"I guess you don't even take me seriously! You're so despicable!"

"That's not what I mean. I just want to avoid fighting with you."

"I knew it! You're looking down on me! I'm the next head of the Lucifuge house, you
know? I'm as capable as my sister!"

He charged at Sirzechs, locking himself into a menacing aura. He fired multiple
bursts of immense magical aura. The quality and quantity of auras dragged by the
hands of the young man were too much, even for a devil of his kind, who could not
escape unscathed from his own attack.

Such was the power that resided in Euclid.

However, that would only have worked if his opponent was not so skilled. Sirzechs
freely manoeuvred orbs created from his "Destruction" power and nullified any and
all of Euclid's aura bursts. Sirzechs was not at all bothered by the attacks of Grayfia's
younger brother, a boy who was said to be a prodigy.

Euclid marvelled.

Given how intelligent he was, he must have understood how much
more powerful Sirzechs was compared to himself. His face twisted in response to
his resentment and his expression was full of anger.

Sirzechs spoke: "I don't want to fight you anymore. You are Grayfia's younger
brother"

"Don't you dare mention my sister's name! Damn you, Gremory!" said Euclid,
bursting into a rage and hurling himself at him.

But someone stopped him halfway, and it wasn't Sirzechs.

"Wars aren't things an idiot child should be involved in, Euclid."

"Lord Royal." muttered young Euclid.

"I knew it! I knew that Lord Royal would take part in the war and lead us to
victory against the traitors! Only a Lucifer is capable of winning this war! All those
idiots from the other Maou families criticized Lord Rizevim,Lord Razevan and Lord
Royal endlessly, calling them cowards and stupid. But I knew better, I knew you were
special. The four Maous Fuck them! Lucifer should be the only ruling family in the
underworld!"

Euclid was elated to see that Royal had appeared on the battlefield. After so many
months of losing ground to the traitors, the saviour had finally appeared.

Royal knew what Euclid was thinking and could only sigh helplessly.

Destroying the hopes of Grayfia's younger brother was not something he felt very
comfortable doing, but participating in this war was too much to bear.

He had decided to stay in the camp and do nothing but make a move if something
bad was about to happen to Grayfia or Euclid, the only two people "important" to
him on the side of the Maous or most possible scenario if anti-maou group dare to enter
his mother's extinct territory.