The next day, early morning.
At the main gate of Kuoh Academy.
Abel stood at the gate, with Grayfia, Elsha, and Tiamat behind him. The other peerage members and Rias had gone ahead.
Yesterday, they had discussed with Sirzechs and Serafall and the meeting location was set at Kuoh Academy, in an alternate dimension.
"Master, the tripartite talks are about to begin."
"Mm, I know. Let's go."
Abel led the three towards the academy. As soon as they stepped through the gate, the few of them arrived in the dimension.
In the sky.
Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils formed a tripartite force, constantly vigilant of their surroundings.
Abel glanced at them and then arrived outside the meeting room, pushing the door open.
The interior of the meeting room was massive and well-decorated, but the room only contained a large round table and a few chairs.
The four members from the three factions were already seated.
Rias and Sona, along with their peerage members, stood behind Sirzechs. Of course, his own peerage was also present.
Behind Michael stood a beautiful girl in a white dress.
As for Azazel, Vali stood behind him with one hand on his hip. He nodded to Abel, then closed his eyes.
Abel scanned the room: Sirzechs, Serafall, Michael whom he had met yesterday, and Azazel, the biggest arms dealer in High School DxD.
"You're here, Abel." Sirzechs said with a smile, greeting Abel.
Abel nodded to Sirzechs and sat down in the empty seat. After all, his identity this time was not a Devil but a Godslayer.
Seeing Abel sit down, his peerage members moved to stand behind him.
"Allow me to introduce you, this is the new Campione, Abel."
"Nice to meet you."
"Greetings, Your Excellency."
Michael and Azazel greeted Abel, and Abel returned their greetings.
After a brief introduction, Sirzechs spoke, "In the Kokabiel incident a few days ago, they defeated Kokabiel on their own and also exposed part of a conspiracy."
Everyone knew what he was referring to.
Michael smiled gratefully. "Thank you all for your hard work."
Azazel, leaning his head on one hand, said with a cynical smile, "My subordinate caused you trouble, I apologize. But Kokabiel has already been killed by you, so how about we just let bygones be bygones?"
Abel crossed his arms, a playful smile on his lips. "It's not that simple to just let bygones be bygones, Azazel."
"Kokabiel colluded with Voban, attempting to kill me. During that time, he caused a lot of trouble for me, my peerage, and my loved ones. So, Azazel, isn't it a bit inappropriate to just let bygones be bygones?"
Azazel's lips twitched. It seemed he would have to pay a hefty price.
"Tell me, what compensation do you need?"
"I heard your achievements in artificial Sacred Gear are quite good. In that case, how about a few dozen artificial Sacred Gear?"
Azazel's lips twitched.
A few dozen artificial Sacred Gears? This was an outrageous demand.
Looking at Abel, who had a smile on his lips, he wanted to revive Kokabiel and kill him repeatedly.
"Abel, a few dozen is a bit too many, and items related to Sacred Gears are very precious."
Seeing Azazel's pained expression, Abel chuckled softly. "Azazel, the trouble Kokabiel caused me is not just this little bit. Because of Voban's matter, the other Kings' attitudes towards me are more or less a little distant. So, this compensation is not much."
Azazel frowned, secretly lamenting.
What kind of situation was this?
After a moment of thought, he gritted his teeth and said, "Five at most, no more."
Abel shook his head. "Too few, fifteen. This is already my bottom line."
At this moment, the two fell into a stalemate.
Azazel looked at Abel, thinking, 'Once I retire, I'll definitely make things difficult for you.'
Just as the stalemate solidified, Sirzechs spoke with a smile, "Azazel, ultimately, it's your failure to manage your subordinates, so just pay up to avoid further trouble."
Hearing this, Azazel's smile immediately collapsed. 'Damn it!'
"How about a compromise, ten artificial Sacred Gears?" Azazel tentatively suggested.
"Ten is fine, but Azazel, I also want your research technology for artificial Sacred Gears." Abel said.
Azazel's heart was bleeding at this moment. He still had to cough up the money.
However, as for research technology, he could give it. He also hoped to have someone who could discuss Sacred Gears with him.
After thinking for a while, he nodded. "Alright, ten it is. For your sake, consider the research notes on artificial Sacred Gear my gift to you."
"Then I thank you, Azazel." Abel was very satisfied with this.
Of course, Azazel didn't lose out either. Building a good relationship with a Godslayer was beneficial.
Now that the two's private grievances had been resolved, it was time for the actual meeting.
Sirzechs spoke formally, "Now, let's begin discussing the main topic—Peace. This is the main purpose of today's meeting. I hope to end the endless battle between the Three Factions."
"Endless fighting is meaningless, and war brings no benefits. Therefore, I hope that our three factions sign a peace agreement, with Godslayer Abel as the witness and arbiter. He will witness the peaceful and friendly development of the three factions, and if any party violates the regulations, he will have the right to make an independent judgment and execute them on the spot."
"Does anyone have any objections?"
After Sirzechs finished speaking, he looked at everyone present.
Azazel shrugged, "I have no objections. I don't like war. I prefer tinkering with Sacred Gears rather than fighting."
Michael nodded. "It would be wonderful if we could achieve peace."
The three factions stopping war, establishing friendly relations, promoting peaceful development...
These were all things that the few present desired, especially Michael.
Devils had Evil Pieces, and Fallen Angels could corrupt Angels, but after God's death, there were no new Angels. So the number of Angels would only keep decreasing.
Abel nodded.
Being a witness and arbiter was fine for him. And he was quite fond of "peace," you see.