In a space with only two occupants, the air itself grew heavy and oppressive.
"I see, I see… it all makes sense now. A lot of things suddenly make perfect sense."
Rizevim danced about theatrically atop the platform, his boots clicking rhythmically against the stone tiles.
"Those divine weapons of yours… They're not creations of the Biblical God at all, are they? Uncle here admits the Biblical God was indeed impressive. Especially after seeing that thing—I can barely eat or sleep thinking how lucky I am that, as Lucifer's child, he didn't squash me flat! But even so, the Biblical God wasn't powerful enough to create those items, right?"
"Then, your divine weapons… They're actually treasures from gods of another world? Such generosity from otherworldly deities—to bestow all those divine tools onto you alone. Are you perhaps someone especially beloved by those gods? Ahh, uncle here is deeply moved, truly, truly moved~☆."
Then, step by step, Rizevim descended from the stairs, approaching Jeanne Alter with an expression full of twisted excitement and malevolence, staring down at her with wide, childlike eyes glittering with uncontained curiosity.
"Hey, hey Won't you tell uncle about your world? What's it like? Are the gods and myths there similar to ours? Uncle here is extremely curious! Come on, please☆ satisfy my curiosity just a little? Pretty please?"
"Heh!"
Jeanne Alter abruptly laughed, unable to contain her amusement at Rizevim's ridiculous antics, his absurd tone, and his pathetic expectations.
"You? You want to invade another world? Don't make me laugh. What could you possibly do there? Become a Maou? They wouldn't even hire you as a stable boy."
Existences like Sirzechs could casually destroy small islands when serious, placing him among the world's strongest ten. Yet in the Type-Moon universe, star-destroying existences abounded—figures like Zeus, chief gods whose power dwarfed this world's counterparts. Rizevim entering the Type-Moon world wouldn't even cause a ripple—he'd be crushed instantly. More likely, he'd never pass Alaya and Gaia's interference to enter that world in the first place.
Even Outer Gods and Old Ones had trouble entering that world. What chance did Rizevim have?
Still, while he'd be insignificant in Type-Moon's deep waters, this DxD world was fairly powerful among the countless worlds out there. If someone like Rizevim ever reached another less protected world—especially ordinary worlds devoid of supernatural forces—that would indeed spell disaster.
Jeanne Alter would never allow that scenario to unfold.
Besides, Rizevim had already discovered her status as a visitor from another world.
So today… he absolutely had to die.
"Eek~~ Such a terrifying look! That murderous aura, has the mighty Dragon Witch already decided to kill poor uncle? If you seriously want me dead, uncle really stands no chance! Oh no, oh no, it seems uncle's finally cornered…"
Exaggerating as though frightened, Rizevim dramatically took a large step backward, shivering theatrically and rubbing his arms as if to emphasize his fear. But in the next instant, a malicious grin lit his face, like a magician finally revealing the climax after extensive buildup.
"But—you absolutely can't kill me, because uncle here—"
Slash—!
Brilliant as the sun's blazing light, a swift slash instantly severed Rizevim's arm, cleaving straight through his torso. Only when platinum flames consumed four-fifths of his body did the agonizing pain finally catch up, sending delayed shocks through his mind.
"Gahh… Aaaargh—!!"
Rizevim wailed pitifully, rolling across the ground without a shred of dignity, breaking down like an ordinary person thrust prematurely into a position of power.
Jeanne Alter lightly landed beside him, thrusting her [Sword of Salvation] downward. A brilliant radiance erupted from its blade, piercing Rizevim's skull, pinning it to the floor.
"Even your screams are unbearably ugly. You're the most repulsive villain I've ever seen. I suppose if one lives long enough, they'll meet all kinds."
Jeanne Alter scowled in disgust at the mutilated body.
Despite losing everything below his neck, Rizevim still lived. The Sephiroth Graal granted him near-immortality, steadily extinguishing the platinum flames and regenerating his ruined flesh.
"What are you doing!? Do you even know what you've done!?"
Pinned to the floor, Rizevim screamed hysterically at Jeanne Alter.
"Oh? No more of your nauseating banter? Does that mean you're finally starting to feel fear?"
Clad in platinum flames signifying the divine authority of steel, Jeanne Alter now resembled a blazing sun upon the earth, her scorching radiance incinerating all darkness and evil.
Meeting those platinum eyes, Rizevim felt as though his very soul was being burned away.
Panic set in.
She's serious! She's really going to kill me?!
How dare she!! On what grounds!?
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH—!!!"
Under pressure from death, Rizevim desperately unleashed a storm of powerful demonic energy. Yet, when it collided against that radiant sun, his full strength proved utterly futile, like a mayfly attempting to shake a towering tree.
The platinum sun expanded explosively, shattering Rizevim's magical storm with unstoppable brilliance. The resulting shockwave tore apart his barely reconstructed body once more.
Only a fraction of his head remained, yet still alive thanks to the [Graal]'s terrifying regeneration. But seeing the Sword of Salvation's stellar brilliance raised again, Rizevim's composure utterly collapsed.
"Wait! Stop! You can't kill me! If I die, the world will be destroyed! My life is connected to—"
"The world would only be destroyed if you continued living."
Bathed in star-annihilating radiance, Jeanne Alter's black armor gleamed pure white. Her eyes blazed brighter than the sun itself, filled solely with the purest killing intent.
"You bear the title 'Lucifer'—at least show a little backbone before you die!"
With those words, the celestial brilliance fell, obliterating everything in its path. Lightning and aurora consumed all color and sound, delivering the purest, most impartial destruction.
No chance remained for Rizevim. He would vanish utterly, leaving no shred behind—beyond even the [Sephiroth Graal]'s resurrection.
Facing this absolute annihilation, despair, anger, and terror consumed his last shred of reason.
"I…I am Lucifer! I still haven't led the Evil Dragons and the Beast Emperor to conquer other worlds… DAMN IIIIIIT—!!"
The war between the mythological factions and Khaos Brigade was utterly one-sided.
Khaos Brigade had desperately craved Ophis's power to bolster their lack of top-tier combatants, yet failed because of Jeanne Alter's intervention.
Then they coveted Jeanne Alter's dragon-controlling power, alongside resurrected Evil Dragons. They failed again, and now even those Evil Dragons, like Aži Dahāka, turned against them, swiftly collapsing their defenses.
Seeing Jeanne Alter reappear beside him from a magic circle, Azazel smiled with relief.
"Looks like you've taken care of Rizevim… Do you have the [Sephiroth Graal]?"
Jeanne Alter raised one hand, producing the shimmering [Graal]. Azazel relaxed visibly, smiling in expectation.
"Finally, victory is in sight. All we have to do now is wipe out the remnants."
Lost in fantasies of peace, Azazel missed Jeanne Alter's brief but strange expression upon revealing the [Graal].
"Still, you really made a scene back there," Azazel remarked without turning. "Even here, far away, we felt your terrifying divine presence clearly."
"He had the [Sephiroth Graal]. I couldn't leave even a scrap of him behind."
Azazel grimaced. "No arguments here. If possible, I'd prefer never to think of him again. Everyone sane shares that sentiment. He's repulsive."
On the battlefield, Aži Dahāka gleefully massacred Khaos Brigade members until abruptly summoned by Jeanne Alter, appearing reluctantly.
"What now? You interrupted my fun! Jeanne, you owe me compensation!"
Azazel twitched at this absurd complaint while Jeanne Alter thoughtfully considered.
"Then…what compensation do you want?"
All three heads glanced at each other, then eagerly back at Jeanne Alter.
"I want Jeanne riding me!"
"I want Jeanne patting my head!"
"I—I refuse to choose! Give me both!"
The third head was immediately glared into submission by the other two.
"Enough fooling around," Jeanne Alter interrupted. "I have a question for you."
"Before he died, Rizevim said if he died, the world would end. Do you know what he meant?"
Azazel snorted, "Probably just a bluff. He's infamous for shameless tricks."
"Oh, no," Aži Dahāka interrupted cheerfully. "Surprisingly, he wasn't lying this time."
"Looks like that monster is finally waking up—I've been looking forward to it. The Beast from Revelations should make quite the mess."
"But," he added mischievously, glancing at Jeanne, "facing you and Ophis, I almost pity it."
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