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The meeting room remained charged with a sense of tension and curiosity as all eyes were fixed on Izashi. The crimson-haired devil stood unfazed, his posture relaxed despite the weight of the stares coming from some of the most powerful beings in existence. His calm demeanor in such an atmosphere spoke volumes, and finally, he broke the silence with a casual tone that almost mocked the gravity of the situation.

"Tell me," Izashi said, his voice steady, "why is it so shocking that I managed to handle Kokabiel? He wasn't anything special. Weak, simply put."

Azazel let out a rare sigh of seriousness, his casual mask slipping for a moment. "Izashi," he said, his golden eyes locking onto the younger devil, "he may not have been on my level, but with the fused Excalibur fragments, he was far stronger than usual. I'd say he was approaching my strength. The fact that you defeated him suggests you could potentially deal with someone like me as well."

Izashi shrugged, his expression nonchalant. "Maybe," he replied casually. "Though I wouldn't make that assumption just yet. I used a forbidden power during that fight, so I wouldn't exactly call it a fair measurement."

The word "forbidden" caused a ripple of unease to pass through the room. The leaders exchanged glances, but none of them pressed further. It was an unspoken rule not to pry too deeply into the secrets of others unless absolutely necessary, and delving into a devil's forbidden powers was a particularly sensitive subject.

Azazel broke the silence again, this time choosing his words carefully. "Fair enough," he said, leaning back in his chair. "I won't ask about that for now. Let's focus on the matter at hand. Izashi, Issei, and Vali—you three hold significant influence. Even without official titles or positions, your power alone has the potential to shape the course of this world."

His gaze swept over all three young men as he continued. "I want to know where you stand. What do you desire—peace or war?"

Vali was the first to respond, his smirk returning as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I couldn't care less about peace or war," he said dismissively. "All I care about is finding strong opponents to fight. If peace lets me do that without the hassle of a full-blown war, then fine. But don't get me wrong—I'll fight no matter what the state of the world is."

He shot a pointed look at Issei, his smirk widening. "And that includes you, Hyoudou. Don't think you'll escape our destiny that easily."

Issei clenched his fists, meeting Vali's gaze with equal determination. "I want peace," he declared firmly. "Asia deserves a life where she's not constantly in danger. I want to live in a world where we can be happy without having to look over our shoulders every day."

His tone softened slightly, but he didn't lose his resolve. "But," he added, a small grin tugging at his lips, "if you want a fight, Vali, I won't back down. Just don't expect me to go looking for one."

Vali chuckled, clearly entertained. "Fair enough," he said. "I'll let you off the hook for now. But don't get too comfortable—I'll be coming for you eventually."

Despite the lighthearted tone, there was an underlying respect in Vali's words. He had learned to recognize potential in others, and while he still saw Issei as a rival, he couldn't deny the Red Dragon Emperor's growth. What amused him even more, however, was the thought of angering Izashi. He made a mental note not to do so again.

'I've seen what he's capable of,' Vali thought with a shiver. 'If Kokabiel couldn't stand up to him, I'd rather not find out what happens if he actually gets serious.'

Meanwhile, the leaders remained silent, waiting for Izashi's response. Sirzechs, in particular, watched his younger brother with a mixture of curiosity and concern. The mention of forbidden power had sparked a quiet worry in the Maou, but he resolved to address it later in private. For now, he wanted to hear Izashi's stance.

Izashi's lips curved into a faint smile as he finally spoke. "Peace," he said simply. "But not for any grand or noble reason. I just want a comfortable life. War complicates things, and I prefer to keep things simple. If peace lets me live the way I want, then that's what I'll support."

His words were straightforward, but the weight behind them was undeniable. There was no pretense in his voice, no attempt to mask his intentions with flowery language. It was pure honesty, and that earned him the respect of those present.

Sirzechs chuckled softly, his tension easing. "Don't worry, Iza-tan," he said warmly. "If war ever breaks out, your big brother will make sure you're not dragged into it. You and Rias can count on me."

Izashi smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'll hold you to that, big brother. Rias and I will be relying on you."

Sirzechs nodded firmly, his aura flaring briefly as he spoke. "Of course. You have nothing to worry about."

The room seemed to lighten with the exchange, though the underlying tension of the meeting still lingered. The leaders took a moment to process everything, their thoughts spinning in different directions.

Michael was the first to break the silence, his calm voice cutting through the room. "It's reassuring to hear your stance, Izashi-dono. Your strength is undeniable, and your perspective will undoubtedly influence the direction of this peace."

Azazel grinned, his usual casual demeanor returning. "Well, there you have it. Three powerful young men with very different takes on peace, but it seems we're all on the same page for now."

The leaders exchanged a few more words before concluding the meeting, each of them carrying new insights into the future generation that would shape their world.

The atmosphere in the meeting room shifted abruptly. For a single, disorienting second, it was as if time itself had been frozen. The leaders of the factions, Rias, her peerage, and everyone else remained locked in place, unmoving. But one figure stood unaffected, his sharp golden eyes observing the eerie stillness. Izashi's lips curved into a faint, knowing smile as he murmured under his breath, "So, it has begun. They're here at last."

The dust in the air hung suspended, caught mid-flight. To Izashi, the world seemed quieter than ever before, and he could feel the faint distortion of time magic in the atmosphere. He let out a soft sigh, his gaze sharp as he scanned the room. 'It's sloppy,' he thought. 'Whoever is doing this doesn't even know how to mask the fluctuations properly.'

Just as quickly as it had frozen, time resumed its flow. The faction leaders blinked, confusion flashing across their faces as they registered the oddity. Rias, Vali, Issei, and a few others stirred slightly later than the leaders. It was Issei who regained his composure first, and Azazel smirked.

"Well, look at that," Azazel said, his voice light but carrying an edge of curiosity. "The Sekiryuutei snaps back into action faster than expected."

Rias's ruby-red eyes scanned her peerage, her expression serious as she spoke. "So, only Issei, Kiba, and I are unaffected from my group. This must be time manipulation magic."

Izashi gave her a brief nod, though his attention was drawn elsewhere. His gaze fell on Akeno, who remained frozen in place, her usual graceful presence eerily still. Without hesitation, Izashi strode toward her.

Azazel, noticing his movement, called out with a warning tone, "Izashi, you can't interfere with that. Her perception of time has stopped entirely. If you—"

The Fallen Angel's words died in his throat as Izashi reached out and lightly tapped Akeno's back. In an instant, her frozen state dissipated, and she gasped softly, blinking in confusion.

Akeno turned her gaze toward Izashi first, then to the others in the room. "What... what just happened? Why is everyone looking at me like that?" she asked, her voice carrying a mix of surprise and concern.

Azazel's jaw twitched as he tried to process what he had just witnessed. His voice was slow when he finally spoke. "You shouldn't have been able to... No, never mind. It's Izashi Gremory. I should stop expecting the rules to apply."

Michael, standing nearby, raised his voice, his serene tone laced with a trace of unease. "It seems that a terrorist group has launched an attack to disrupt our meeting. This time distortion... it's a clear attempt to destabilize the negotiations."

Azazel sighed, running a hand through his silver hair. "Why is it that every time we try to work toward peace, someone out there feels the need to throw a tantrum?" He glanced out of the window, where faint silhouettes began to appear in the distance, their forms outlined against the sky. "Looks like they're serious about making their point."

Izashi's expression was unreadable as he followed Azazel's gaze. "Let's see what these fools want, shall we?" he said, his voice calm, almost bored. Yet the undertone of frost in his words sent a chill through the room.

Azazel, attempting to maintain his usual relaxed demeanor, gestured toward the figures outside. "Those would be magicians," he explained, addressing the group. "Humans who've developed their own magic systems, distinct from devils and other supernatural beings. They've created bodies capable of harnessing their magic without becoming devils themselves."

Issei frowned, the gears turning in his mind. "Wait, so these guys are like... human versions of devils? They can use magic, but they're not actually part of the supernatural world?"

"Pretty much," Azazel confirmed with a nod. "They're resourceful, but these ones seem to be mid-class at best. Their attacks can't penetrate the barriers we've set up around this building. That said, we can't leave either—not until we deal with the real threat."

Sirzechs stood, his crimson aura shimmering faintly as he spoke. "We'll need to retrieve Gasper from the old school building. It's likely their operational base."

Rias's expression grew more resolute. "I can use the castling ability with my peerage system to return to the old school building," she said firmly. "That way, we can secure Gasper and neutralize any threats there."

Izashi's smirk deepened, his voice cutting through the room with ease. "I'll do the same. I'll take Kuroka with me while you bring Akeno along, Rias. Between the two of us, we'll clean up whatever mess they've made."

The leaders exchanged glances but didn't object. There was an unspoken agreement that Izashi's presence at the old school building would all but guarantee the threat's elimination. Even Michael, typically cautious, seemed at ease with this plan.

Before leaving, Izashi turned back toward the group, his smile sharp and cold. "Tell me," he asked with mock curiosity, "should I let some of them live, or are we better off without pests like these?"

Michael opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Izashi and Rias vanished in a flash of light, leaving the meeting room behind.

The pair reappeared in the Occult Research Clubroom, the familiar space now tinged with an ominous presence. Izashi's sharp gaze scanned the room, his senses picking up the vile energy of the magicians entrenched in the old school building.

"They've infested this place," Izashi muttered, his tone carrying a hint of disgust. He didn't wait for a response as he raised his hand, his expression turning icy. With a simple snap of his fingers, a wave of controlled destructive energy rippled through the building. The crimson flames of the Power of Destruction engulfed the magicians, erasing them entirely while leaving the structure untouched.

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