A few days later.

The demonic vehicle in which Mart Sevec and Isirid Merliano were traveling arrived at the marquisate.

Mart's gaze was steady, and at that moment Isirid put on her "pretender's mask" again.

She nodded as she looked at Mart.

The vehicle crossed the perimeter wall entrance and stopped before reaching the mansion.

Mart Sevec, dressed in an elegant tailored outfit, a long-sleeved red shirt with black trim and gold buttons, black pants, and black shoes, got out of the vehicle.

"Marquis Balac Sevec," Mart said in a respectful but firm tone.

The demon, just over two meters tall, with a firm and imposing gaze, eyes whose orange irises seemed to contain the power of an unrelenting fire, an athletic body, reddish skin, and dark red horns on either side of his forehead, reddish hair, and a short beard, dressed in a black uniform with red and gold trim, said to Mart:

"Is what you wrote to me true? You won't back down now, will you?"

Balac's demonic aura was oppressive. Other commanders of the marquisate were nearby, among them Fercan Sester, who stared intently at the young demon whose presence rivaled that of Marquis Balac Sevec.

Balac drew a silver sword almost two meters long, which instantly turned orange due to the demonic aura of fire.

Mart waved his left hand and a wide demonic barrier covered the area where Mart and Balac were standing.

No one could see what was happening inside the enormous dome-shaped demonic barrier where Mart and Balac were standing.

The commanders seemed uneasy, especially those who belonged to Mart's brother's faction.

At that moment, Fercan Sester looked at the young demon woman with black hair, pale skin, and pointed ears.

"She seems calm. She trusts young Mart," thought Fercan.

At that moment, Iristel, Selenia, Emy, Menna, Asfil, Selis, and Deniris also approached. They were all wearing beautiful custom-made dresses that made them look even more beautiful. The dresses were made by Mrs. Loretta, the demon woman who owned an exclusive clothing store in the city of Damtes.

Minutes passed, and the commanders felt their hopes rise when they saw the dome crack, but the scene that followed left them stunned.

All the earth inside the dome was charred, and Mart was still standing, his clothes only slightly torn near the neck. Balac Sevec, on the other hand, was on his knees, his body and uniform smoking. Balac's sword seemed to have melted, leaving only the hilt. Victory was evident.

Mart did not hide his aura in the seventh rank (maximum point) and, infusing his voice with demonic energy, exclaimed:

-As of today, you have a new marquis, Marquis Mart Sevec. My brother Benjac Sevec's faction, if you disagree with my title, has one week to leave the marquisate. I only want demons loyal to my decisions in the marquisate.

Mart looked at Isirid, she approached him, then he looked at the rest of his demon women, nodded, and they accompanied him as he walked toward the mansion.

Since this was not the time to show affection in public, he did not do so, because at the very least, Mart knew he owed Balac Sevec respect.

A few days later, Mart's first achievement was to heal his father with the help of the remaining regenerative pill. With that achievement, coupled with the fact that he was now known as a "believer of Alvat," most of the demons in the marquisate supported Mart Sevec's rise as marquis.

Even so, nearly a third of Benjac Sevec's faction and Benjac's own mother left the marquisate and headed for the territories of Benjac's mother's father.

...

Several days later. Under a sky covered with gray clouds and thunderous flashes, in the Gothic castle in the middle of the mountains.

In the hall with gray walls, black marble floors, and a ceiling painted with winged beings battling monstrous creatures, the council of Inquisiderian's founders had gathered once again.

The atmosphere was tense. Everyone had given their reports.

Five black iron chairs and one golden chair.

The founders sat in front of a round stone table.

"I have said this before in reports. But I will mention it again, the Cudernic are being attacked by the 'Believers of Alvat'. Founding leader, don't you think we should act? Or at least send some "Crackling" to investigate what happened?" asked Samuel Desrial, the founder, who appeared to be 70 years old and was wearing a black wizard's robe at the time.

At that moment, Lenard Trismegisto was wearing a beautiful and sumptuous silver robe with black leaf patterns from the middle to the bottom of the robe.

He had straight, long white hair with a few black strands.

He was slender and tall.

He wore a mask that covered his eyes and forehead, yet no one could deny his beauty. He was undoubtedly handsome, with his sharp nose and pink lips.

His white skin was flawless, giving him a divine or ethereal appearance.

Everyone felt a chill as silence spread, and shortly after, they heard the solemn and irrefutable but not intimidating voice of Lenard Trismegisto:

"No, not yet. The hero has appeared, we must nurture him." It is true, I will not deny that you have a right to be concerned, but I told you before, we have been patient, let us not be reckless now. I also read your reports, Samuel Desrial, but those same reports allow me to know that the goal of the "believer" who attacked the allies of the Cudernic was to find the Cudernic or other threats. Furthermore, it is very likely that it was also a warning to the Cudernics. We must prepare ourselves; it is likely that we will soon have to act.

When Lenard finished speaking, he looked at Ivan Biretel.

The warrior, who was robustly built, with fierce blue eyes, long wavy hair, and a goatee, wore a high-ranking black "cave wolf" fur coat.

"The candidate for the pact has already been chosen, founding leader."

Lenard nodded in approval and added:

"Make sure you give him an appropriate reward. His act must be honored."

"As you wish, founding leader," Ivan Biretel replied respectfully.

Before the meeting ended, Lenard Trismegistus reiterated that they should not act against the believers of Alvat.

"We destroyed them once. It is our duty to destroy them again. But everything has its place and time. Do not forget that," were the words with which the founding leader of Inquisiderian ended his advice.

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