anwhile, Alyssa was leading Alex and Azrael through the dimly lit corridors of the prison. The eerie flicker of torches danced across the stone walls, casting long shadows that made the air feel heavier with every step.
Alyssa broke the silence, glancing at Alex. "Alex, I’ve contacted the person you told about—but I didn’t speak with him directly, only with his secretary. Are you sure soone like him will co for you?"
Alex chuckled lightly, his expression calm yet confident. "Don’t worry. He’ll co running. I just hope the ssage reaches him."
Azrael, visibly tense, clenched his fists. "And if it doesn’t?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Alex turned his head sharply, his lips curling into a devilish grin. He pointed toward a wall where dozens of severed heads hung like grotesque trophies. "Then your head will be up there too, giving those people so company."
A shiver ran down Azrael’s spine. ’What the hell went wrong with my life? I was this close to finishing off Bellatrix and taking her position. My na was feared across the demon realm—spoken with terror and awe.
And now here I am, stuck in a low-class world, weak as hell and worrying about keeping my damn head attached.’
Alex smirked, noticing the fear in Azrael’s eyes. "What’s wrong? Not excited about getting so new friends? Even if they’re dead—you do specialize in turning the dead into undead, don’t you?"
"Will you just shut your mouth for one minute, you bastard?!" Azrael scread, his eyes burning with frustration.
Alex burst out laughing, the sound echoing loudly in the narrow hall. "You’re too easy to piss off."
Azrael growled. "It’s you! You’re the bad on of my life. Ever since I t you, everything started going downhill, you ass-face bastard! If you hadn’t summoned here, I would have killed that bitch Bellatrix—and all the other dukes one by one. But now I’m stuck worrying about my life!"
Before he could continue, Alex suddenly head-butted him. "What did you say about my face, you dead-ass bastard?"
"You heard !"
"First of all, I didn’t know I was summoning a demon, you asshole. And second, I didn’t know I’d end up with soone as useless as you. You weakass bastard. You should be thanking ! If it weren’t for , your head would already be hanging on that wall with your friends!"
Azrael was about to fire back when Alyssa’s exasperated voice cut through their argunt. "We’re here! For god’s sake, stop your lovers’ quarrel. We’ve reached the main entrance of the palace."
Both Alex and Azrael turned to glare at her. Alyssa raised her hands defensively. "Alright, alright, my bad."
They followed her inside. The heavy doors creaked open to reveal a vast throne room filled with luminous energy. The air itself trembled under the sheer pressure of power that resided there.
At the center, Edward Evans Avaloria sat upon his throne—his re presence radiating dominance and an unspoken authority that instantly demanded respect.
On smaller thrones beside him sat two others: Cian Aurelias on his left, his calm yet intimidating gaze fixed forward, and Liana Campbell, the Saintess of the Holy Empire, on his right—her divine aura shimring like sunlight piercing through storm clouds.
As Alex and Azrael entered, whispers rippled through the nobles gathered inside. Disgust flickered across the faces of Cian, Liana, and the priests who had co from the Holy Empire.
A stern voice echoed through the hall—Michael Dawncrest’s voice, laced with arrogance and satisfaction. "Boy, you stand before your king, the pope, and the saintess. Bow before them and show so respect!"
Alyssa leaned toward Alex, whispering, "Alex, for once, don’t let your arrogance take control. Bow. Lily’s waiting for you at ho, rember?"
Alex turned to her with a faint smile. "Master, you know so well. But let tell you sothing—I don’t deliver empty words. Arrogance without the power to back it up is aningless.
And now, I have both. So I’m sorry, but I won’t do that because I don’t knee before anyone.
But Don’t worry, I’ll handle this."
Alyssa sighed in resignation as Alex stepped forward. He looked directly at Edward, his tone deceptively casual. "Your Majesty, while coming here, I fell and injured my left leg. So I hope you don’t mind if I don’t bow."
A smirk tugged at the corner of Edward’s lips. ’Still as arrogant as ever even in this situation’ he thought.
Before he could respond, an imnse crushing pressure flooded the room—emanating from Cian and Liana.
Azrael collapsed to his knees, screaming in pain, the weight of divine power grinding his body into the floor. Alex nearly fell too, until the glowing mark on his right hand flared to life.
The suffocating pressure shattered instantly, dispersing like smoke.
Cian and Liana froze, their eyes wide in disbelief. Michael Dawncrest leapt to his feet, shouting, "Impossible! He must be using dark arts taught by that demon! There’s no way he could repel divine aura!"
He gestured toward the Black Knights. "Apprehend him now!"
The transcendent-ranked knights surged forward—but a sharp burst of energy stopped them. Reynard materialized before Alex, his sword drawn, his aura crackling like thunder. "This isn’t the Holy Empire," he said, voice cold and cutting. "There is only one ruler here. Without his command, you move for no one."
Still, one knight advanced. Reynard’s blade flashed, and a leg hit the marble floor.
Alyssa joined him, glaring. "Did you idiots not hear what he said?"
Cian slamd his hand on the armrest and shouted, "Edward! Do you realize you’re preventing us from fulfilling our holy duty?!"
Before Edward could answer, Liana rose, radiating divine fury. "I’ll do it myself."
With a wave of her hand, a golden blast sent Alyssa and Reynard flying backward. In the blink of an eye, she was standing before Alex, holy light swirling around her like a storm.
Her eyes burned with righteous fury as she said, "Boy, do you have any last words?"
Alex looked up at her, completely calm—then smiled. "Are you a milf?"
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