Chapter 94 – The Secret Behind the Scenario!
The next day arrived without fanfare.
It was Parent Visitation Day at Kuoh Academy—a special occasion that brought a cheerful, lively buzz to the campus. The classrooms were full of chatter, with students sitting a little straighter and teachers acting a little more formal than usual.
Parents had come in droves, trailing behind their children with pride or curiosity. In each classroom, extra chairs had been set up at the back so they could observe the lessons firsthand.
Some of the more prestigious classes even held open sessions—a sort of academic showcase designed to impress not just the parents, but the teaching staff and the board of directors.
For honor students, this was a moment to shine—a chance to show off perfect grades and win admiring glances. But for students who weren't quite as stellar… well, this was the kind of day they'd rather erase from their memories.
After all, few things sting more than being compared to someone else's perfect child—followed, of course, by a stern lecture back home.
Rias Gremory, as expected, was at the center of attention.
She wasn't just the most beautiful girl in Kuoh Academy—her academic performance also ranked among the very best. It was only natural that her class became one of the highlights of the day.
In the back of her classroom, parents, faculty members, and school staff sat neatly in their chairs.
Among them, however, two particular guests stood out like royalty walking through a town festival.
Sirzechs Lucifer and Grayfia Lucifuge—the Demon King and his queen—sat with cameras in hand, recording and photographing Rias with laser-like focus.
Yes, just like Serafall Leviathan, Sirzechs was a textbook siscon… though his affection was expressed in a much quieter, more composed manner.
For years, Sirzechs had silently cleaned up the hidden messes behind Akeno, Koneko, and even Kiba—ensuring Rias could live her life without shouldering those burdens. She never even realized how much he had done from behind the curtain.
Compared to Serafall, whose love for her sister was explosive and dramatic, Sirzechs was gentle and restrained—but no less devoted. He was the ideal of a calm, rational big brother.
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Meanwhile, at a quiet bar tucked away in downtown Kuoh…
Shin Akira sat across the table from a man he'd only described to others as "suspiciously omnipresent."
Azazel, Governor General of the Grigori and leader of the Fallen Angels.
Two small cups of warm sake sat between them, steam rising lazily into the air.
"…You do realize I'm technically underage, right? Forcing me to drink is kind of a legal offense," Akira deadpanned.
"Hah, don't give me that. You're the Sekiryūtei, the legendary Red Dragon Emperor. Are you seriously telling me a couple shots of mild sake can take you down?"
Akira snorted softly and picked up the cup.
Without further complaint, he tilted it back and downed it in one gulp.
It was smooth—Japanese sake, only around 13% alcohol. Nothing too heavy.
Back in his previous life, Akira had tasted drinks far stronger. In those corporate banquets and client parties, it wasn't unusual for him to endure baijiu that hit 50% alcohol by volume.
And now, with a body strengthened by supernatural forces, alcohol barely had any effect.
Azazel chuckled at the display. "One shot, no hesitation. I like that."
"Save the compliments," Akira replied, lowering the cup. "Let's cut to the chase, Governor General. You've been showing up around Kuoh a little too often. What exactly are you scheming?"
Azazel raised his hands with an innocent shrug. "Scheming? You make me sound like some kind of villain. I'm not plotting anything."
"Don't play dumb. If I wanted, I could list your entire backroom playbook right here."
"Oh? Go ahead. I'd love to hear it."
Akira stared him down—his gaze sharp and unwavering.
"First—you let Kokabiel act without interference. Second—you pushed for the Three Faction Summit. Third—you've planted spies within the Khaos Brigade. Fourth—you've been building ties with the Norse pantheon. And lastly… even Mount Meru, the spiritual nexus of the Eastern Factions, hasn't escaped your reach."
Azazel's lighthearted smirk vanished instantly.
His expression turned unreadable. Eyes narrowing, voice silent.
Things like Kokabiel and the summit were one thing. But infiltration of the Khaos Brigade? Connections to the Norse gods? Involvement with Mount Meru—home to divine and sacred beings from the Eastern traditions?
That wasn't just sharp intuition.
That was knowledge.
Azazel didn't know it yet, but the boy sitting across from him wasn't just some genius Devil or unusually perceptive Sacred Gear user.
He was a reincarnator—a man who had seen the world's plot unfold from a reader's perspective long before ever being reborn into it.
In the original timeline, a lot of events looked like coincidences. But Akira knew better. Nothing was random.
Take Bikou, for instance—a descendant of the legendary Sun Wukong, the Victorious Fighting Buddha. A youkai monkey who inherited divine strength from one of the East's greatest legends.
And yet, that very same figure joined Team Vali, willingly serving a descendant of the original Lucifer.
Why would a sacred creature like him follow someone with demonic blood?
Not to mention the bizarre relationship between Vali Lucifer and Odin, the All-Father of the Norse pantheon. Odin had even gone so far as to take Vali in as his adopted son.
No way was that just a coincidence.
"If none of that was your doing, Azazel…" Akira narrowed his eyes, "…then that would be the real surprise."
The Fallen Angel leader leaned back in his seat, exhaling softly.
"Well, damn. I guess I underestimated you."
His tone had changed. For the first time, Azazel wasn't speaking like a casual observer or teasing researcher.
He was speaking as an equal.
"Red Dragon Emperor… no, Shin Akira. You're not what I expected."
Akira didn't reply. He didn't need to.
Azazel now saw it—this boy wasn't just another powerful young figure rising in the supernatural world.
He was a thinker. A strategist. Someone who truly understood the layers of politics, myth, and power that governed their universe.
"…So," Azazel asked, voice smooth again, "you're working on a plan of your own for the Summit, aren't you?"
"If you already suspect that much," Akira replied evenly, "why not guess the rest?"
Azazel smirked again—that familiar, calculating expression returning to his face.
"You want to broker a Peace Agreement between the Three Factions."
Akira nodded. "Exactly."
"And the fastest way to unite enemies… is by giving them a common threat. Something none of them can defeat alone."
Azazel leaned forward slightly, intrigued.
"You're good. Better than I thought."
"The Old Maou Faction, hiding within the Khaos Brigade… they're part of your calculations too, right? That's why you're holding the summit here in Kuoh."
But Azazel shook his head slowly.
"That part… wasn't my idea. It was theirs."
"…Theirs?"
Akira frowned.
"You mean—the direct descendants of the original Four Satans?"
"Correct," Azazel said, his voice steady. "They've been planning a coup for years. They believe the throne belongs to them by birthright—and they intend to strike during the summit."
"And if the Three Factions were to sign a peace accord," Akira muttered, "their chances of success would plummet. So they have to sabotage it—no matter the cost."
Azazel gave a thin, satisfied smile. "Exactly."
"…Vali's involved too, isn't he?"
"Of course. Don't forget—he's not just Vali. He's Vali Lucifer."
"Unbelievable… That guy has such an innocent face, thick eyebrows and all… and he's playing both sides?"
Akira sighed, rubbing his temples. "This whole thing's a mess."
He looked up again, locking eyes with the man across the table.
Azazel. The genius researcher. The eccentric inventor. The Fallen Angel with a mischievous streak.
But right now… he wasn't any of those things.
He was cold. Strategic. A veteran of ancient wars. A man who once stood against God and the original Satans—and survived.
No matter what image he liked to project, this man wasn't just a mad scientist.
He was a tactician. A kingmaker. A mastermind playing the long game behind the scenes.
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