Crossover: The Problematic Human of Arcadia — Shaper of Anime Worlds Chapter 674 674: The Devil Council

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Ryo stood there in silence for a mont before walking over to the futon. He crouched down, lifted a corner of the blanket, and imdiately spotted brilliantly vivid red hair, dazzling even under the dim night light.

Soft, steady breathing reached his ears.

Clearly, Rias-sama was sleeping very soundly in his bed.

Ryo nearly laughed out loud.

Well damn. She barged into his room, climbed into his blanket, and even slept this comfortably?

Was she here to pick a fight?

The corners of Ryo's lips curled upward as he looked at Rias with obvious amusent.

Then he suddenly paused, as though rembering sothing.

He walked closer, hesitated briefly, and slowly extended two thoroughly evil fingers toward her nose.

But before he could pinch it shut—

"What are you doing?!"

Rias jerked her head away, clutching the blanket as she shouted at him with a flushed face.

"I should be asking you that." Ryo grinned shalessly. For so reason, teasing Rias gave him an incredible sense of satisfaction.

Of course, if it had been Akeno Hijima instead, he probably would've preferred having a whip in hand.

Looking at the furious yet embarrassed Rias, Ryo asked with a teasing tone. "Miss, don't you think you walked into the wrong room?"

"Did I?"

Rias blinked sleepily like a half-awake child. She rubbed her eyes and glanced around the room.

"Isn't this my room?"

Oh, keep pretending.

How could anyone confuse the guest room in the outer courtyard with the master bedroom in the inner residence?

Ryo's smile deepened slightly before he nodded, "Ah, my mistake then. Looks like I'm the one who got the wrong room."

The mont he finished speaking, he turned and started walking toward the door.

Three... Two... One...

Ryo silently counted down in his head.

Sure enough, the second he reached zero—

"Wait!"

Rias imdiately called out to stop him.

The smile on Ryo's face widened, though he quickly suppressed it and turned around with a puzzled expression.

"What is it, Miss Gremory?"

Miss Gremory...

Hearing him suddenly use such a distant form of address made Rias twitch visibly.

She was absolutely certain this bastard was ssing with her on purpose.

But at the sa ti, if she really let Ryo walk out now, then tomorrow, when she walked out of this room herself, she'd suffer a catastrophic loss.

There was a world of difference between being discovered as the lady of the house... And being exposed as the idiot who snuck into a man's room only to get rejected.

The forr let her proudly face those predatory won.

The latter? She'd never be able to lift her head again.

Thinking of that, Rias gritted her teeth.

She'd already co this far anyway. She'd prepared herself ntally before entering this room.

For her dignity. And for her pride.

Rias desperately convinced herself of that before slowly sitting up and patting the empty space beside her beneath the blanket.

"It's already so late. Why don't you stay here for the night before leaving?"

She tried her best to sound natural.

Even though she personally thought she sounded incredibly seductive right now, she forced herself to endure the embarrassnt.

"Oho~~~"

Ryo deliberately dragged out the sound.

Then he turned and walked away again.

Rias froze in disbelief.

Right then, the sound of rattling wood echoed through the room.

Rias blinked in confusion before realizing... Ryo was closing the door.

And he was doing it with his back turned toward her.

After shutting the door and setting up a barrier around the room, Ryo finally turned back toward Rias, whose cheeks were puffed up in frustration like a stead bun.

With a cheerful grin, he said. "Sorry. I suddenly rembered the door wasn't closed. Didn't scare you, did I?"

"You bastard!"

Without hesitation, Rias hurled a pillow straight at him.

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anwhile—

Underworld - Devil City - Council Headquarters

In the grand assembly hall, rows of semicircular conference tables surrounded the four empty thrones at the center. Scattered among them sat elderly and mature-looking figures alike.

This was the eting chamber of the Devil Council.

Every person present was either the head of a pure-blood devil house or an affiliated noble family that had earned a seat in the Upper Council.

By family rank, there were theoretically 136 seats in total.

At the mont, however, only seventy-three people were actually present.

And these seventy-three individuals stood at the very peak of political power beneath the Four Great Satans.

Zeoticus Gremory was one of them. As the current head of the Gremory clan and father of the Satan Sirzechs Lucifer, his seat ranked fairly high, second only to one of the ancient fossils from the Bael family. He sat in the second seat on the left side of the central section.

Still, seat placent did not necessarily reflect status.

Compared to the old pure-blood devil patriarchs created by the Mother of Devils, Lilith, or those who had survived the Great War and fought against the Creator God personally, Zeoticus was still considered a newcor.

As a result, few people here actually cared about his opinions. What they cared about was the will of Sirzechs Lucifer, whom he represented.

At this mont, while the ancient geezers around him discussed serious matters, Zeoticus yawned and slowly woke up.

That's right. He'd been sleeping through the Devil Council eting.

And sleeping very comfortably, too.

He even wore one of the Underworld's newly released steam eye masks, supposedly effective against insomnia. Sales had apparently exploded after Satan Serafall Leviathan agreed to endorse them.

"What's the topic now?" Zeoticus lazily asked the guard standing behind him. "Still arguing about the three-headed dog raised by the Grim Reapers stealing one of the Bael family's sheep?"

"That topic already ended, sir," the guard hurriedly replied. "They're currently discussing the Infinite Dragon God."

"The Infinite Dragon God?" Zeoticus jolted awake in shock. "Why didn't you wake up earlier?"

"Well, that's because—"

Before the guard could finish, a loud BANG interrupted him.

Then ca a scream.

"—The Amon family and the Agares family started fighting again!!"

Several more crashing noises followed as chairs exploded apart. A bunch of elderly devil nobles, who could barely stand upright anymore, had already rolled up their sleeves and started brawling.

Zeoticus instantly understood why the guard hadn't bothered waking him.

Ah. So they were still in the arguing phase.

"Wow, the old man from the Amon family still has a vicious groin kick. Just like five hundred years ago. Huh? The Agares guy actually grabbed soone from the Leraje family as a devil shield? Seriously? Picking on the younger generation because they don't dare fight back?"

Completely accustod to this nonsense, Zeoticus casually held out his hand.

The guard imdiately handed him popcorn and a bottle of Underworld cola.

Zeoticus happily settled in to enjoy the show.

Honestly, he could watch this kind of drama for another few hundred years.

"ENOUGH!"

The furious roar nearly blew out Zeoticus's eardrums.

Mostly because the person shouting sat right next to him: the elder of the Bael family.

"What are you senile old idiots doing? This is a chamber for discussing important affairs, not so damn market outside your houses!"

The elderly man unleashed countless magic bullets as he cursed, instantly drowning the troublemakers beneath a barrage of attacks.

Unfortunately, several innocent bystanders got caught in the crossfire too.

Once finished, the flaxen-haired elder sat back down and snorted coldly. "Continue the previous topic. How should we deal with the Infinite Dragon God?"

'Good lord... they already moved straight to "dealing with" her?'

Zeoticus looked thoroughly entertained.

After all, although the report submitted to the council had technically been written by Sirzechs's subordinate, the information about Ophis had actually co from Zeoticus himself.

And buried inside that report was one massive trap, supposedly planned jointly by Ryo and Sirzechs.

That trap was...

"I would like to ask Duke Zeoticus sothing."

A clan head suddenly spoke up. "In the report, it states that Ophis was captured after suffering severe injuries from an unknown source. Is that information genuine?"

Zeoticus turned toward the speaker.

He blanked for a second, clearly unable to rember who the man was, until the guard quietly whispered in his ear. "That's Count Reed, head of an affiliated Leviathan family. Noble rank: Count."

"Ohhh!"

Zeoticus imdiately put on the expression of an old acquaintance reuniting with a dear friend. "Count Reed! You look even younger than the last ti we t."

Unfortunately, the other party clearly had no interest in social niceties. "Duke Gremory, I am asking about an important matter."

Zeoticus's expression remained unchanged.

Now he rembered. The man belonged to the Old Satan faction, though he'd always behaved himself well enough to avoid being purged.

Zeoticus's eyes flickered slightly before he answered. "If Count Reed is referring to that matter, then I believe the intelligence report already explains everything clearly."

He only said the report explained it.

He never confird whether the information was actually true.

That way, if sothing went wrong later, he could cleanly avoid responsibility.

A veteran aristocrat like Zeoticus was extrely familiar with this sort of political maneuvering.

Unfortunately... the young count seed to have taken it completely seriously.

Or rather, many of the devil clan heads present had.

As Zeoticus listened to the growing discussions about how to control Ophis, with so even suggesting assigning permanent monitors to watch her, he nearly burst out laughing on the spot.

Then Reed stood up again, "I would like to recomnd a candidate for the position of monitor."

He paused briefly before continuing, "That candidate is Ingvild Leviathan."

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