Three days later, Tenra boarded the sky train with Ravel, Yubelluna, and the rest of the girls—representing the Phoenix family as they traveled to the Demon Lords' territory for the Underworld's new generation devil gathering.
The journey wasn't a simple ride: several times, the train entered massive, airborne teleportation arrays, leaping across vast distances in the blink of an eye. Hours later, the group arrived in the capital of Lord Lucifer's domain—Lucifaad.
The station was a marvel of modernity: gleaming platforms, digital signage, even vending machines straight out of the human world. One look was all it took to see how prosperous a city could become under a Demon Lord's rule.
"Rias!"
"Tenra!"
He spotted Rias and her peerage waiting on the platform, and the girls hurried over, faces bright with anticipation.
Without a word, Tenra swept Rias into his arms, their lips meeting in a hungry reunion.
"Mmm… As expected, Rias, you taste better than anything."
When they finally parted, Tenra licked his lips with a lazy grin.
Rias rolled her eyes, but she knew this guy too well. Next time it was Akeno or the others, he'd say the exact same thing.
They'd only been apart for ten days, but everyone had missed each other terribly. Tenra greeted Akeno, Asia, Irina, and Xenovia with warmth. When he finally reached Koneko—
"Koneko-chan, did you miss me? I thought about you every single day, you know."
He ruffled her hair, smiling.
Koneko blushed, eyes downcast, refusing to answer either way.
"Koneko hasn't agreed to join your harem yet—don't get ahead of yourself!" Rias pulled Koneko behind her, sounding exasperated.
"Alright, alright…" Tenra raised his hands in playful surrender. He knew when to push, and when to back off. Koneko wasn't resisting him anymore, but true affection still needed the right spark. Tenra was confident that moment would come soon.
"Good day, dear sister-in-law. It's been a while."
After the greetings, Ravel stepped forward, curtsying politely to Rias.
"It really has, Ravel." Rias stroked her forehead, smiling.
Sweet-tongued and impeccably mannered—Rias had always been fond of the Phoenix family's little princess.
"Let's go. The gathering's about to start. We should check in with my brother first."
"Where's Gasper? Didn't he come?"
"Gasper's still training with Azazel at Grigori. He won't be joining us this time."
—
"Sirzechs-sama, Grayfia-san."
Inside the Demon Lord's castle, Tenra and the girls were greeted by Sirzechs and Grayfia, who were busy welcoming guests.
"Tenra-kun, Rias."
With servants attending to the rest, Sirzechs and Grayfia made their way over. Tenra was dressed in a sharp black suit, while Rias wore a stunning crimson gown; together, they looked every bit the perfect couple. Sirzechs couldn't help but smile in approval.
After a round of pleasantries, Sirzechs said, "The other Demon Lords won't be here for a while. Why don't you head to the side hall? It's full of young devils your age."
"Yes, Sirzechs-sama."
It was just a quick greeting anyway. Tenra and the girls took their leave.
"Tenra-kun really is something else. His aura's gotten even stronger. At this rate, those young devils won't even be a challenge—soon enough, even we Demon Lords might be left behind," Sirzechs mused, watching them go. Grayfia's silver eyes flashed with something sharp, but she remained silent, her expression unreadable.
—
"Sona, Tsubaki, everyone."
On the way to the hall, they ran into Sona Sitri and her peerage. Tenra waved in greeting.
Each girl was dressed to the nines—elegant, poised, and so beautiful that Tenra couldn't help but give them a second look.
"Rias, Kamiyo Tenra." Sona gave them a quick once-over, then nodded.
"Sona, are you heading to the side hall too? Let's go together."
"Yes. All the young devils are waiting there before the formal ceremony."
"Other young devils too? Here's hoping nothing goes wrong," Rias said.
"Don't get your hopes up, Rias," Sona replied dryly.
They reached the hall's entrance just as—
BOOM!
An explosion rocked the air—the entire set of doors was blown clean off its hinges!
Sona's face darkened. She'd practically jinxed it. Tenra, moving on instinct, deployed his [Reality Marble] to shield the girls.
"Everyone alright?"
"Cough, cough… We're fine."
No need to guess—someone was causing trouble at the gathering. Tenra, Rias, and the others exchanged looks of disbelief as they stepped through the ruined doorway.
Inside, chaos reigned: tables and chairs smashed, decorations in tatters. At the center, two camps of devils—one led by a woman, the other by a man—stood locked in a standoff.
"You really want to die, Jefard? Even if I killed you now, the old fogeys wouldn't bat an eye!" The female devil's voice was icy, her intent unmistakable.
Tall, striking, and dressed in blue, the woman was none other than Seekvaira Agares, the next head of the Agares family—a familiar face to Tenra and his friends. She looked ready to murder someone, her eyes cold and sharp, her magical aura radiating frost.
"Kill me? You've got a mouth on you, bitch!" sneered her opponent—a spiky-haired, tattooed punk, flanked by cronies dressed like street thugs. "I even invited you for a little fun in the back room, but the Agares lady's got a fortress for a chastity belt. No wonder you're such a pain in the ass."
"Heh, Seekvaira—never had a man, still a virgin, right? That's why I so kindly offered to help you out with a deflowering ceremony!"
The thugs behind him burst out laughing, egging him on.
Seekvaira's eyes glittered with lethal intent. The tension was thick enough to cut—one wrong move, and the whole place would erupt.
"Kamiyo Tenra, Rias, Sona Sitri—you're here too."
A tall figure strode over. Sairaorg Bael—long time no see.
"Yo, Sairaorg! Been a while."
"Sairaorg, what's going on here?" Rias asked.
Sairaorg and Tenra bumped fists. "What does it look like? Get a bunch of hot-blooded heirs in a room, and this is what you get."
"Honestly, this is why I said we shouldn't meet before the ceremony," Sona muttered.
Sairaorg shrugged, then turned to Tenra with a sly smile. "Since you're here, why don't you handle it? You've got more experience with this kind of thing than I do, right?"
Tenra caught the look—Sairaorg was just trying to dodge the hassle. Typical.
He sighed, but there was no helping it. Letting those idiots run wild wasn't an option. Tenra shook his head and stepped forward…
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