Chapter 328: The Foolish Provocation of the 72 Pillars of the Devil Families
Occult Research Club.
Correction—this wasn't the Occult Research Club but another reception room in the old school building.
Rias smiled as she looked at the handsome young man before her—Diodora Astaroth, the next head of the Astaroth family.
He was also the devil Asia had once saved, an act that led to her expulsion from the church.
In hindsight, Rias found it increasingly likely that the entire incident had been a carefully orchestrated scheme.
Could it really be a coincidence that Diodora, the successor of the Astaroth family, just happened to be saved by Asia?
This guy was truly digging his own grave. Knowing his identity as King Solomon, he still dared to approach Asia like this.
Of course, this was primarily due to the support he received from a group of devils behind the scenes.
As King Solomon, he held a contract with the original Seventy-Two Pillars of Demons and could issue commands to them to some extent through the Ring of Solomon.
Therefore, among the remaining devil families, half naturally opposed the existence of someone who could influence them.
To test his limits, they supported Diodora's marriage proposal.
Rias could already foresee the consequences of such a provocation and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Thus, her smiling gaze also held a trace of pity.
"Miss Asia, I believe our union would be a wonderful thing—a model for peace between the angelic church and the devils," Diodora continued in a gentle tone.
He was attempting to use such reasoning to win over the nun.
The more pure and kind-hearted a nun like her was, the more easily she could be swayed, and the more willing she would be to make sacrifices for the sake of peace.
So, hurry up and agree.
As a nun enthusiast, Diodora was desperate to claim this nun.
He wanted to make this nun despair and fall into corruption—how wonderful that would be.
So, he reached out toward the nun, attempting to grasp her soft hand.
In the next instant, completely caught off guard, Diodora stared blankly at his handless arm, where blood was spurting from the perfectly severed wrist.
What was going on?
Had the blue-haired woman beside the nun suddenly drawn a sword and chopped off his hand?
Ah, his hand had been cut off?
After processing what had happened—
"Uwaaaaaaaaaaah, my hand!!!"
His once cheerful, smiling face instantly contorted in agony as he screamed.
This scene immediately enraged the other accompanying devils, who were about to say something. But the blue-haired woman holding the sword sneered and waved her hand, as if ready to strike at any moment, forcing them to swallow their words.
"Rias, aren't you going to do something?"
Someone still spoke up.
"Of course I will."
Rias stood up and walked toward Diodora, reaching out toward his severed wrist. Was she going to personally heal him and apologize?
However, Diodora screamed again.
"Rias, what do you mean by this?"
Enduring the excruciating pain, Diodora glared at her, because instead of healing him, this woman had directly released flames, burning his wound.
"Isn't this stopping the bleeding?"
"Rias, don't think that just because you're Sirzechs-sama's sister, Diodora-sama is also a blood relative of Ajuka-sama!"
Diodora's subordinate said in a low voice.
Ajuka, like Sirzechs, was a Maou.
"Rias!"
Another voice rang out.
"Serafall, brother, don't worry about me. Instead, you should be concerned about whether the Bael family is alright and not involved in this matter, right?"
"In that case, I can confirm the Bael family is not supporting this."
Sairaorg Bael, Rias's cousin, gave a firm reply.
"What about the Agares family?"
Rias asked another person, a bespectacled woman who appeared very intellectual.
"Our family would never stoop so low."
Seekvaira Agares adjusted her glasses and spoke disdainfully, her contempt directed at Diodora.
Seekvaira had always thought Diodora was an extremely hypocritical individual. Every time she met him, she felt both psychologically and physically disgusted.
To claim his feelings for this nun were genuine was truly nauseating.
She had heard some rumors that Diodora's servants were all nuns, likely obtained through some dubious means.
The reason no one had investigated deeply was because one of his family members was a Maou.
"Hmph, I, Glasya-Labolas, supp—!"
"Will be purged!!!"
The delinquent-like devil's unfinished words were cut off by Rias's smiling remark.
"Purged?"
"What do you mean, Rias!!!"
"Is that the meaning of King Solomon?"
"Who does he really think he is?"
Several devils spoke thus. They did not belong to these four families, but were some old-era devils claiming to represent all seventy-two families of the devil world, members of a demonic council.
"He really thinks he can command—"
Another voice was abruptly cut off mid-sentence, the speaker's face gradually contorting with fear.
Not only him, but the other old-era devils also suddenly began to tremble in terror. The reason was a dreadful aura enveloping them, sending chills down their spines as if Death's hand had lightly brushed against them.
Creak!
The door swung open, and a young man stepped inside. The visitors immediately felt an unprecedented pressure emanating from him.