Akeno was already trying to drag him into the store while Asia was treating his arm like a horse by excitedly galloping on it.

“I know some nice clothes that you will definitely like, big brother!”

“...”

Igor felt a little helpless at their enthusiasm. But, if it would make them happy…

“Alright.”

““Yaaayyy!””

…then he would do it.

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[You love them, Igor. You love them. You love them very much. So…]

The blonde looked at himself in the mirror.

[...you can get through this.]

It had already been two hours since Asia and Akeno pulled him back into the store. With Lina flashing a black card, it was like the green light that allowed the girls to pull him all over the store and ask him to wear different clothes.

He was in the changing room in what must’ve been his sixth or seventeenth outfit in a row. This time, he was dressed in formal wear instead of casual clothes.

Mimicking how his father dressed in formal events, he wore a white long-sleeve shirt, black slim-fit pants, and brown formal boots.

To finish off, he rolled the cuffs of his shirt to just below his elbows, exposing his veiny forearms christened by decades of effort.

Looking at himself in the mirror, a teency weency part of him admitted he was enjoying this.

[If I had a cigar, then I would really look like father.]

Tightening his belt, Igor breathed in because he knew once he got out, it would be chaotic. Gripping the handle of the door, he steeled his face in face of what was about to come.

[Don’t bash their skulls in, Igor. Just breathe and you’ll get through this.]

Pushing the door open, he was assaulted by the flash of a camera and the eyes of numerous people. Igor knew this store was relatively famous from the amount of people he saw upon entering. But he could swear a few more had arrived in the time he was here. And to make things even more inconvenient, most of them were women.

[I don’t like their eyes.]

As he walked out, Asia was excitedly clapping their hands, her squeals gushing at his appearance. Lina was carrying a basket full of clothes on one hand while the other held a camera. But, they weren’t his concern.

Igor was feeling a bit annoyed at how he was being eyed like food by the surrounding women. Most of them were schoolgirls around his visible age, their overt and covert gazes pressing upon him.

He was very tempted to tell them all to pis-

“Wow! Big brother looks so handsome! Right, Akeno-chan?”

“...”

Akeno stood silent, her eyes absorbing his figure. That small scowl he showed as he looked around was etched in her memory. His rough ponytail, his foreign appearance, his semi-casual wear. He was just like those handsome mafia men she saw in all those romance movies she watched with her mother all these years.

Gulp…

She was mesmerised like a fan seeing their idol in real life. Leaping off the ground, she snatched the camera from Lina’s hands and began rapidly snapping pictures.

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“Hihihi~.”

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!

Igor watched with a sweat drop.

[This is going to be a long day.]

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Capital City of Lilith, Underworld

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In a bustling metropolis of a city, it was business as always for the capital city of the Underworld. It held the residence of the two most powerful devils as well as the major businesses of several pillar clans, making this city a central hub for all devilkind.

In a secret room in one of the highest towers in the city, a private meeting was taking place between all Four Satans. The location was in a large room filled with luxurious decorations. Sirzechs Lucifer, Ajuka Beelzebub, and Falbium Asmodeus sat around a table with Sirzechs as the head and Serafall Leviathan having yet to arrive.

No one else was in the room and there was no door for anyone to enter. It was a completely sealed-off room with not even a window in sight. The only thing else of note in this room were four golden posts, one on each corner of the room with fiery braziers (miniature fire place) placed atop those posts.

Of the four, only three of those braziers were lit.

Vwong!

Just as the circle revealed circle, the fourth brazier glowed in a blue flame for a moment before it burnt normally. Dressed in her business attire, Serafall did not show her usual bubbliness when she was around her fellow satans. Without a word, she made her way to her seat and sat down.

Once she sat down, Falbium sat up and regarded Sirzechs with a serious look.

“Alright, Sirzechs. What is so important that you summoned us here?”

Sirzechs looked at his fellow satans for a moment before his gaze landed on Ajuka. He gave him a nod before Ajuka also replied with a nod.

Immediately, Ajuka tapped the table where a small magic circle formed. Faster than the eye could see, a small green barrier rapidly expanded to the exact width of the room before it turned transluscent. It was unknown what the function of the barrier was, but it was only when it was deployed that Sirzechs finally spoke.

“When Ajuka and I were following a potential lead on who could have my sister, we coincidentally met up with two Aryans…pure-bloods.”

He left out the part where they had Rias. He didn’t need the meeting spiralling out of focus, especially with his fellow “siscon” who would no doubt adopt a negative approach.

He regarded Serafall out of the corner of his eye, but she didn’t seem to show any hostile emotion…yet. So he continued.

“One of them was responsible for the powerful energy surge we all felt. He is strong. I can say with complete assurance that I cannot defeat him without entering my true form.”

That statement earned a set of widened eyes from Falbium and Serafall. They all knew how powerful Sirzechs was in his true form, yet this Aryan was strong enough to force him into it. If such a powerful being existed and was unchecked, the consequences could be dire.

And it were those consequences that Falbium was worried about.

“Are there any weaknesses we know of him? Any countermeasures that we can draft?”

Ajuka was the one to answer.

“The one who would know best is Azazel. The boy we met shares a rather deep relationship with him.”

“How deep?”

This time, it was Serafall who spoke. Her eyes implied she was nearing a truth or a prognosis she had in her head, and she only needed one more piece of the puzzle.

“How deep is his relationship with Azazel?”

Sirzechs was more than happy to answer. With a slight smile on his, he remembered that moment when Igor spoke to Azazel.

“Funnily enough, the boy refers to him as ‘Uncle’.”

“...”

Gradually, it all seemed to click in Serafall’s head. But she needed a few more clues. Just a few more before she could deliver her statement with confidence.

“Do you have any more knowledge on him, Sirzechs? Anything else?”

Sirzechs seemed to mull about in his head before he replied.

“I do. He said his name was Igor von Dimori and that he has a little sister named Asia. However, I don’t have a surname-”

“Argento. Asia Argento.”

Serafall couldn’t stop herself from saying the name out loud in realisation. Upon seeing the rest of their eyes looking at her for an explanation, she elaborated.

“Asia Argento is a former nun from the church who has the Twilight Healing sacred gear. Most of the church’s actions were heavily influenced due to her. But recently, she had went missing on the same day that the church underwent turmoil. But before that, there were rumours that aside from Vasco Strada, there was another protector she had. Not much is known about them except that he was blonde and that she called him ‘big brother’.”

Falbium placed his elbow on the table and rested his cheek on his fist.

“We cannot be completely sure if this ‘Asia’ Sirzechs mentions is the same one we know of.”

“I have a way to solve that. Wait for me to return.”

Standing up from her seat, a teleportation circle formed under Serafall before she vanished.

Vwong!

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Silence…

Seemingly thinking the same thing, neither satan continued the meeting after Serafall left. Uncharacteristically, Falbium didn’t take this opportunity to fall asleep. Rather, the bald satan was deep in contemplation. His head was lowered in thought, and would’ve lasted for a while had Serafalll not returned.

Vwong!

This time, she brought a passenger with her. Holding the very nervous silver-haired woman next to her, she introduced her to her fellow satans.

“This here is Cleria Belial, the Overseer of Kuoh. She knows Igor on a personal level and she will tell us everything we need to know.”

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I wonder what Azazel would do if he found out. Maybe there’ll be bloodshed to be sure. Or politics. You never know with old people.

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