"------Now then, we're leaving." '
Rias's calm yet commanding voice cut through the quiet of the clubroom. Everyone nodded in unison, a subtle but certain gravity filling the air. Today wasn't just another mission or another devil errand—it was the day of the Three Great Powers Conference. The very balance of the world was about to be tested in our school of all places.
The Occult Research Club had gathered, all dressed neatly in our uniforms, but the tension in the air was thicker than any meeting we'd ever had before.
The location for the conference was Kuoh Academy's new school building, inside the staff meeting room—an odd yet strangely fitting choice for a summit between angels, devils, and fallen angels. The entire school was wrapped in a powerful barrier; no human could enter or exit until it was over. Outside, layers of magical wards and security were deployed. I could sense devils, angels, and fallen angels all surrounding the school grounds in a tense, uneasy alliance.
Kiba glanced out the window, his tone low and measured.
"If by chance something happens during today's conference… if the talks fail, this entire place might turn into a battlefield."
No one disagreed. The silence was enough.
As we filed out behind Rias, a faint voice echoed from the clubroom.
"[B-Buchou! E-Everyoneeeeeeeeee!]"
Ah, right—the cardboard box in the corner.
"Gasper," Rias sighed softly. "Today's conference is important. Since you can't yet control your Sacred Gear, it's best you stay here, all right?"
"Y-Yes, Buchou!" came the trembling voice from inside the box.
I crouched down and spoke through the lid. "Gasper, no matter what happens, remember—you're not a monster. You're one of us."
He blinked through a small hole in the box. "Y-Yes, Ise-senpai!"
I doubted he understood half of what I said, but at least he nodded enthusiastically. That was progress.
Even though I already know what was coming tonight—the same major event from the anime—I knew I couldn't stop everything. Not alone. I couldn't stop an army of mages on my own. If I asked for Rias and others' help, then I would need to tell them my secret, which I have no doubt my other self will not allow.
But if this played out the same way, it would serve a greater purpose: mutual understanding between the leaders of heaven, hell, and the underworld. Peace would begin here.
"I left my portable console in the room," I added lightly. "Play it if you get bored. There's also a bag of sweets—help yourself. Oh, and there's a paper bag you can wear if you start missing sunlight."
"Y-Yessss!" Gasper squeaked.
Kiba chuckled as we walked out. "You really are caring, Ise-kun."
I smirked. "Leave it to me. I'll do something about this shut-in kouhai of mine."
Soon, we reached the new school building. The atmosphere there was… different. Sacred and demonic energies intertwined, pushing against each other but never clashing—a fragile equilibrium.
Rias stopped in front of a door, knocked twice, then said softly, "Excuse us."
When she opened it, my breath caught.
The room was vast and elegant, dominated by a long, polished table surrounded by towering figures whose very presence distorted the air. Their combined aura was suffocating yet awe-inspiring.
Asia, beside me, gripped my sleeve tightly, trembling. I gently squeezed her hand, grounding her—and myself.
On one side sat the Devil faction: Sirzechs Lucifer himself, calm and regal, and beside him Serafall Leviathan, playful yet dignified. Grayfia stood nearby like a flawless statue, silver hair glimmering as she poured tea.
Across from them sat the Angels: the golden-winged Michael, radiant with divine light, and a young female angel who looked every bit the part of celestial beauty.
Then came the Fallen Angels.
Azazel sat relaxed, his twelve black wings folded behind him, a faint grin playing on his lips. Beside him—Vali, the Vanishing Dragon, looking as sharp and distant as ever.
Azazel's gaze found mine, his lips curving upward in that same knowing, amused smile. So he still remembers our little talk, huh?
Sirzechs gestured toward us. "My younger sister and her servants."
Rias bowed gracefully. "It is an honor to be in your presence."
Michael smiled kindly. "I have heard of your recent efforts during the Kokabiel incident. You have my gratitude."
Azazel, ever the unfiltered one, leaned back in his chair. "And my apologies for that fool causing you trouble. Kokabiel always did have a bad habit of starting wars he couldn't finish."
Rias's mouth twitched slightly, but she didn't respond. She was composed—regal, even.
Grayfia motioned us toward a row of chairs along the wall. "Please, take your seats."
We did as told: Rias beside Sona Kaichou, then me, Akeno, Kiba, Asia, Xenovia, and Koneko. The tension in the air was heavy enough to silence even Issei Hyoudou's inner monologue.
Sirzechs stood, his voice calm but commanding.
"Now that all participants are present, let us begin by addressing the precondition of this meeting—the most crucial and forbidden truth."
He paused, glancing at every face around the table.
"The non-existence of God."
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