At the sa ti.
In the town next to Kuoh Town, Vali pushed open the door and walked into a bar, sitting down next to the counter.
"You're late."
A voice sounded.
"Azazel is watching too closely, he seems to have noticed sothing."
After Vali shrugged and explained, he looked at Arthur sitting next to him. "What's the situation with Cao Cao? Hasn't he noticed you've switched sides?"
"He's been busy trying to win over the Crimson Princess lately, he doesn't have ti to bother with ."
"The Crimson Princess... I heard she had mana comparable to a Satan's from birth, is that true?"
"False."
Arthur pushed up his glasses and said, "I've t her, her potential is even more astonishing than the rumors say."
"That sounds like good news."
Vali's lips curved up slightly, a hint of fighting spirit rising in his heart.
However, as if seeing through his thoughts, Arthur added two sentences at this point.
"You'd best not have too high expectations, the Crimson Princess is still in her growth phase."
"By Devil standards, her current strength is only about the sa as a High-Class Devil."
"High-Class Devil... It seems there's nothing to look forward to in the short term then."
Vali's fighting intent instantly dissipated by more than half.
He craved battle, but that didn't an he liked bullying the weak. Compared to the Stella who hadn't grown up yet, he was currently more focused on his fated opponent.
Vali asked, "Arthur, I rember you ntioned before that your sister and the Red Dragon Emperor are in private contact, right?"
Arthur nodded. "Yes, the two of them signed a magic contract, their relationship is quite good."
Vali took out a letter and threw it over. "Then give this to your sister and have her help pass it to the Red Dragon Emperor."
Arthur reached out and caught it, asking with a slight frown, "What's written in this letter?"
Vali replied, "Information about the Old Satan Faction teaming up with a certain guy from Soul Society."
"Soul Society? How did they get involved with that side?"
"I don't know either, but I heard about this from Shalba."
"Alright, I understand."
Arthur no longer doubted this information.
Shalba is a descendant of Beelzebub and also the number one leader of the Old Satan Faction.
Due to bloodline issues, Shalba had privately been trying to win over Vali, who was also a descendant of a Satan. If nothing else, this information was likely told to Vali by Shalba in order to win him over.
However...
Arthur asked, "Why do you want to pass this information to the Red Dragon Emperor? Is there any benefit for you?"
After raising his glass and downing it, Vali replied, "It can let see the Red Dragon Emperor's true nature."
Two hours later, west of Kuoh Town.
As the subject of Vali and Arthur's conversation, Tatsuma, who had just finished a battle, arrived in front of the abandoned church.
Pushing open the door, a familiar scene ca into view.
However, unlike the previous two tis he had been here, the interior of the church had undergone obvious renovations this ti. Not only was the overall environnt much cleaner and tidier, but many of the decorations inside had also been replaced with new ones.
In a corner not far away, a young man wearing a white robe and with a halo above his head was arranging murals. Noticing Tatsuma's arrival, he stopped what he was doing and walked forward.
"It's a pleasure to et you, Red Dragon Emperor Tatsuma."
The young man, with six pairs of golden wings unfurled and radiating holy light, extended his hand voluntarily.
"I am the representative of Heaven, Michael."
...
Inside the church's reception room.
Tatsuma and Michael sat down on opposite sides.
His gaze swept over Michael, and Tatsuma took the initiative to start the conversation.
"Is there sothing you need from ?"
"To give you a gift."
A golden light flashed, and two fruits appeared in Michael's hand.
The fruit on the left emitted a rich life force, while the fruit on the right emitted a surging ntal force.
"I heard that you aren't interested in ordinary things, and your greatest hobby is training to beco stronger."
"These are the Life Fruit and the Wisdom Fruit, which can bring many benefits to the consur."
"You're quite generous."
After his gaze paused on the two fruits for a mont, Tatsuma asked, "Why give these things? Is there sothing you need my help with?"
Michael explained, "It's unrelated to a request, this is just a return gift."
Although the Three Factions talks haven't officially begun yet, privately, Michael had already contacted Sirzechs and Azazel several tis.
Through repeated communication, the three of them, including Michael, reached a consensus and decided to sign a peace treaty at the three factions conference.
With the top leaders reaching a consensus, the next step was to win over the neutral middle and high-level personnel.
As for how to win them over...
"Not long ago, the Fallen Angel side provided us with so information on Sacred Gears, and the Satans sent several famous Demon Swords."
"Correspondingly, Heaven sent return gifts to the Devils and Fallen Angels. These two fruits you are holding are one of the return gifts we chose after discussion."
Simply put, it's a friendship fee.
Tatsuma nodded thoughtfully, understanding Michael's actions.
"I'll accept your kind offer."
Taking the two fruits and putting them away, Tatsuma replied, "Regarding the Three Factions Conference, you don't need to worry. No matter what unexpected events occur, it ultimately won't affect your signing of the peace treaty."
A smile appeared on Michael's face. "Hearing you say that, I feel relieved."
From his position, Tatsuma was Rias's familiar and a mber of Sirzechs's faction. But from the existence of Akatsuki, it could be seen that Tatsuma was a Devil with his own ideas. Sirzechs had also explicitly stated that Tatsuma was a classic case of responding to gentleness but not force.
It was precisely considering these factors that Michael chose to personally et with Tatsuma at the ti when the Three Factions Conference were about to begin.
Only this way could he understand what kind of person Tatsuma was and what kind of impact his existence would have on the peace talks. Now, this goal had been achieved.
Getting up from the sofa, Michael spread his wings.
With a few words of farewell, he turned into a golden light and disappeared from the spot.
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