Iblis yang berbicara kepada Bart kemudian mengalihkan pandangannya ke Frondier. "...Kau, Frondier de Roach. Apakah kau benar-benar iblis?" Iblis itu bertanya dengan wajah penuh keraguan. Frondier tersenyum tipis. Dia kira-kira memahami situasinya. Sepertinya Bart telah memberi petunjuk bahwa Frondier adalah iblis untuk memudahkan memanggil mereka. Iblis-iblis Kekaisaran saat ini takut pada iblis barat. Tepatnya, mereka takut terbongkar sebagai iblis karena ulah mereka. Situasinya sudah mengerikan. Tapi jika Frondier, orang paling terkenal di Kekaisaran, adalah seorang iblis, dia mungkin akan bertindak atas nama mereka. Mereka semua berkumpul dengan harapan itu. 'Itu tidak sepenuhnya salah, jadi selama hasilnya baik, semuanya baik-baik saja, kan?' "Ya. Senang berkenalan. Aku memanggil kalian semua untuk membantu. Terima kasih telah datang meski jadwal kalian padat." Frondier tidak berbohong. Jika dibiarkan, iblis-iblis ini ditakdirkan untuk dikalahkan oleh iblis barat. Perbedaan kekuatan bahkan bukan faktor; jumlah mereka sangat tidak seimbang. Jika mereka bertindak sesuai tujuan Frondier, mereka akan punya kesempatan untuk bertahan hidup. "...Tidak. Aku masih tidak bisa percaya." Kali ini, iblis lain melangkah maju. "Bart! Kita sudah lama bekerja sama dengan baik, jadi aku percaya padamu, tapi bukankah situasi ini aneh? Semua iblis tersembunyi Kekaisaran berkumpul di satu tempat! Bagaimana jika ini jebakan Frondier? Apa yang akan kau lakukan?" "...Itu tidak akan terjadi. Tenanglah." Bart mencoba menenangkannya, tapi kecurigaan itu sepertinya menambah bahan bakar. Iblis-iblis lain bergumam di antara mereka sendiri. "Apa yang harus kita lakukan? Haruskah kita kabur sekarang? Masih ada jendela..." "Mau kabur ke mana? Iblis barat akan menyerang sebentar lagi." "Ini satu-satunya kesempatan kita." "Tapi bagaimana jika orang Frondier itu mendekati kita dengan kesempatan ini dalam pikirannya?" Gumaman suara-suara itu berputar dengan kekhawatiran dan kecemasan. Bart melihat sekeliling mereka dengan ekspresi bermasalah, mencoba mengatakan sesuatu, tapi dia tidak bisa meredam keributan itu. Pada saat itu, Frondier bertepuk tangan ringan. Suaranya bergema melalui mansion saat tangannya yang dilapisi aura bertemu. "Tenang. Aku memang seorang iblis." Itu bohong, tentu saja, tapi Frondier merasa anehnya malu menyebut dirinya iblis. "Kau, kau putra kedua Roach! Bagaimana bisa putra keluarga bangsawan menjadi iblis!" "Aku bukan dari garis darah Roach. Aku hanya seorang anak yang diadopsi." Kebohongan itu mengalir lancar dari mulutnya. "Omong kosong! Kami belum pernah mendengar hal seperti itu...!" Iblis itu, yang hendak mengatakan 'mendengar', menutup mulutnya. Dia tidak bisa mengatakan mereka belum mendengarnya. "Kalian semua sudah sering mendengarnya, kan? Cerita bahwa putra kedua keluarga Roach diadopsi." Sebelum kerasukan Frondier, saat dia masih manusia sloth dan lebih dekat ke penjahat. Rumor bahwa Frondier bukan dari garis darah Roach tersebar luas. "Kau mungkin juga pernah mendengar bahwa aku akan dikucilkan." Iblis-iblis itu kembali berbisik di antara mereka sendiri mendengar kata-katanya. Melihat Frondier di depan mereka, sulit dipercaya dia memiliki masa lalu seperti itu, tapi dia memang pernah diabaikan oleh keluarganya pada suatu waktu. Jadi apakah rumor itu benar? Frondier mengakhiri pikiran mereka dengan berkata, Dia mengangkat kedua lengannya, seolah ingin menunjukkan dirinya secara harfiah. Iblis-iblis itu memiringkan kepala, tidak mengerti maksudnya. "Aku tidak terlihat mirip dengan ayah atau kakakku, kan?" Mata iblis-iblis itu membelalak mendengar kata-katanya. Itu bukti yang lemah untuk tidak memiliki hubungan darah, tapi Frondier memang memiliki citra yang sangat berbeda dari Enfer atau Azier. Bukan soal penampilan, melainkan aura mereka. Enfer, dengan Form of the Armament dan gelar 'Dinding Besi', dan Azier, seperti bilah yang diasah, memancarkan suasana yang agak mirip, tapi Frondier sama sekali berbeda. Ini sebagian karena pengaruh Sloth dan sebagian karena orang yang sama sekali berbeda berada di dalam dirinya, tapi iblis-iblis itu sama sekali tidak menyadari kedua fakta itu. "...Itu tidak cukup!" Iblis yang pertama protes berteriak. "Jangan pikir kami akan yakin dengan itu, Frondier! Kau salah satu pahlawan yang memimpin perang menuju kemenangan. Kami tidak bisa percaya kau iblis sekarang!" "...Jika kalian tidak bisa percaya padaku, lalu bagaimana?" "Tunjukkan buktinya! Frondier!" Iblis itu berbicara seolah-olah itu adalah kalimat yang harus dia ucapkan, seolah-olah itu tuntutan yang wajar. Frondier sudah menunggu itu. Dia tersenyum. Senyum tanpa suara. Bibirnya terbuka dan melebar, seperti senyum yang digambar dalam lukisan. Elysia menjadi pucat seolah dia telah melihat wajah itu dalam mimpi buruk. Frondier tersenyum dengan kepucatan serupa. "Aku akan menunjukkan buktinya. Sekarang." Saat dia mengatakan itu. Elysia, yang berdiri tepat di belakangnya, mundur selangkah. Seolah itu belum cukup, dia mundur dua langkah lagi. Bart, yang berdiri di depan untuk membujuk iblis-iblis, dengan cepat mundur keluar dari pandangan Frondier. Keduanya ingin mundur secara alami, tapi mereka bergerak begitu simultan dan mendesak sehingga terlihat aneh bagi siapa pun yang menonton. Tentu saja, iblis-iblis itu tidak tahu alasannya dan hanya mengamati tindakan mereka dengan ekspresi bingung. Frondier menutup matanya. Dalam kasus Bart, itu berhasil. Dia mendapatkan perasaan itu dari situ. Frondier meniru ucapan rekan tepercayanya dan membuka matanya. Iblis-iblis Kekaisaran yang tak terhitung jumlahnya. Sekitar setengah dari mereka pingsan dan jatuh. Di antara sisanya, sekitar setengahnya jatuh berlutut. Sisanya berlutut dengan kedua kaki. "...! Huff, huff...!" Semua iblis yang tidak pingsan menatap Frondier dengan mata terbelalak, seolah tidak percaya. Hampir semuanya meneriakkan kata-kata serupa. "Kekuatan iblis...!" Sementara itu, Frondier melihat sekeliling mereka dengan ekspresi santai, tapi kenyataannya, dia sibuk memindai iblis-iblis yang jatuh dengan matanya. '...Mereka tidak mati kali ini, kan?' Keringat dingin menetes di wajahnya.
Bab 646
The devil who spoke to Bart then turned his gaze to Frondier. "...You, Frondier de Roach. Are you truly a devil?" The devil asked with a face full of doubt. Frondier smiled faintly. He roughly understood the situation. It seemed Bart had hinted that Frondier was a devil to make it easier to summon them. The devils of the Empire were currently afraid of the western devils. To be precise, they were afraid of being exposed as devils because of them. The situation was already dire. But if Frondier, the most famous person in the Empire, was a devil, he might act on their behalf. They had all gathered with that hope. 'It's not entirely wrong, so as long as the results are good, it's all good, right?' "Yes. Pleased to meet you. I've summoned you all to help. Thank you for coming despite your busy schedules." Frondier wasn't lying. If left alone, these devils were destined to be defeated by the western devils. The difference in power wasn't even a factor; the sheer number was overwhelmingly against them. If they just acted according to Frondier's goals, they would have a chance to survive. "...No. I still can't believe it." This time, another devil stepped forward. "Bart! We've been doing well for a long time, so I trust you, but don't you find this situation strange? All the hidden devils of the Empire gathered here in one place! What if this is Frondier's trap? What will you do?" "...That won't happen. Please be at ease." Bart tried to calm him down, but the suspicion seemed to fuel the fire. Other devils murmured amongst themselves. "What should we do? Should we escape now? There are still windows..." "Where would we escape to? The western devils will be attacking soon." "This is our only chance." "But what if that Frondier fellow approached us with this opportunity in mind?" The murmuring voices swirled with worry and anxiety. Bart looked around at them with a troubled expression, trying to say something, but he couldn't quell the commotion. At that moment, Frondier lightly clapped his hands. The sound resonated through the mansion as his aura-clad hands collided. "Calm down. I am indeed a devil." It was a lie, of course, but Frondier felt strangely embarrassed to call himself a devil. "You, you're the second son of Roach! How can the son of a prestigious family be a devil!" "I'm not of the Roach bloodline. I was just a child taken in." The lies flowed smoothly from his mouth. "Nonsense! We've never heard such a thing...!" The devil, about to say 'heard', closed his mouth. He couldn't say they hadn't heard it. "You've all heard it a lot, haven't you? The story that the second son of the Roach family was adopted." Before Frondier's possession, when he was still a human sloth and closer to a villain. The rumor that Frondier wasn't of the Roach bloodline was widespread. "You might have also heard that I was going to be excommunicated." The devils whispered amongst themselves again at his words. Looking at the Frondier before them, it was hard to believe he had such a past, but he had indeed been neglected by his family at one point. So were those rumors actually true? Frondier put an end to their thoughts by saying, He raised both his arms, as if to literally show them himself. The devils tilted their heads, not understanding what he meant. "I don't look much like my father or brother, do I?" The devils' eyes widened at his words. It was a flimsy piece of evidence for not being blood-related, but Frondier did indeed have a very different image from Enfer or Azier. It wasn't about appearance, but rather their aura. Enfer, with the Form of the Armament and the title 'Iron Wall', and Azier, like a sharpened blade, exuded a somewhat similar atmosphere, but Frondier was completely different. This was partly due to the influence of Sloth and partly because a completely different person resided within him, but the devils were completely unaware of both facts. "...That's not enough!" The devil who had protested first shouted. "Don't think we'll be convinced by that, Frondier! You're one of the heroes who led the war to victory. We can't believe you're a devil now!" "...If you can't believe me, then what?" "Show us proof! Frondier!" The devil spoke as if it were a line he had to say, as if it were a natural demand. Frondier had been waiting for it. He smiled. A silent smile. His lips parted and stretched wide, like a smile drawn in a picture. Elysia turned pale as if she had seen that face in a nightmare. Frondier smiled with a similar paleness. "I'll show you proof. Right now." The moment he said that. Elysia, who had been standing right behind him, took a step back. As if that wasn't enough, she took two more steps back. Bart, who had been standing in front to persuade the devils, quickly retreated out of Frondier's sight. Both of them wanted to retreat naturally, but they moved so simultaneously and urgently that it looked strange to anyone watching. Of course, the devils didn't know the reason and simply watched their actions with puzzled expressions. Frondier closed his eyes. In Bart's case, it had worked. He got the feeling from that. Frondier mimicked the catchphrase of his trusted comrade and opened his eyes. Countless devils of the Empire. About half of them fainted and collapsed. Among the remaining, about half fell to their knees. The rest knelt on both knees. "...! Huff, huff...!" All the devils who hadn't fainted stared at Frondier with wide eyes, as if they couldn't believe it. Almost all of them shouted similar words. "The power of a devil...!" Meanwhile, Frondier looked around at them with a relaxed expression, but in reality, he was busy scanning the fallen devils with his eyes. '...They're not dead this time, are they?' Cold sweat was dripping down his face.
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