The Sekirei’s Covenant

With a video from Princess Alice, former chairwoman and now special advisor of the Greenwich Assembly, showing the mysterious boy's god-slaying battle on Sardinia Island, the entire magical world was shaken!

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Eastern Europe, Balkan Peninsula —

Inside a luxurious 18th-century style castle, an elderly man dressed in black sat on a throne decorated with gold.

His hair was gray, but he looked vigorous, appearing to be in his fifties or sixties, which was completely inconsistent with his actual age of nearly three hundred years. This old man was the oldest living god-slayer, Marquis Sasha Dejanstahl Voban!

Bored, he propped his face with his right hand. A witch-dressed servant held a magical crystal ball in front of Marquis Voban, playing the battle between Sora and Verethragna.

His eyes flashed with a strange green light. The aged Marquis Voban's lips occasionally curled into a sinister, bloodthirsty smile like a wild wolf, adding a chill to the already cold castle…

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England, Cornwall —

A poker-faced young man watched the video expressionlessly, showing no joy or sorrow, no emotional fluctuation, but his expression was occasionally serious.

Alexander Gascoigne, the young man's name, was the legendary Black Prince who defeated the fallen angel Ramiel, master of illusions and thunder, and usurped the power of divine speed!

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China, Jiangxi Province, Lushan, Holy Cult of the Five Mountains —

"Master, your disciple has something to report."

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy with a delicate face respectfully called out in front of an ancient and elegant wooden building.

Inside lived the most noble woman of the Holy Cult, the Cult Leader Luo Hao. Legend said she had reached the pinnacle of martial arts, undefeated to the point of seeking defeat — a god-slayer!

Except for her disciple Lu Yinghua, anyone who looked directly at her holy face would gouge out their own eyes; anyone who heard her voice would cut off their ears to atone.

"Yinghua? If it's not urgent, training today will increase tenfold."

A faint voice of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl came from inside, clear as spring water, melodious as an oriole, but carrying the endless authority of a ruler.

"Yes, Master!"

His face darkened, lips twitching. If it weren't for the magnitude of this event, the boy would never have come to see his demon master!

"There is a new god-slayer on Sardinia Island, Italy, very powerful!"

"Here is a video Princess Alice sent to all magical guilds about that god-slayer's battle. Please take a look, Master."

Though full of complaints, the boy showed utmost respect. When mentioning the new god-slayer, a trace of shock remained in his expression.

"Oh, another of our kind born? Since it's from the 'White Hime-Miko' girl, I'll take a look."

Secretly sneering, though he was interested, he pretended to be indifferent. The boy secretly cursed his arrogant and cruel demon master.

However, the boy also felt a bit of anticipation. What expression would his invincible master have after watching that guy's battle…

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Italy, Balkan Peninsula —

By the coast, a blond, blue-eyed young man was excitedly staring at the battle footage on his phone, completely ignoring the fishing rod beside him being pulled into the sea by a big fish.

Salvatore Doni, the young man's name, was the sixth god-slayer, the Sword King admired and supported by Italian magicians.

A unique genius in swordsmanship, but in other aspects could be described as an "idiot," a guy who could do anything like a bomb and didn't even realize it.

"Hahaha… amazing, that guy is so strong! I want to challenge him to a duel!"

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After watching the scenes in the video, Doni, known as the Sword King, laughed excitedly with a face full of enthusiasm, kicked off his shoes, and ran away, leaving everything behind.

Uh, after running a few steps, he stopped, turned back, picked up a sword case from the ground, slung it over his back, and left the rest behind. Sigh…

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Milan, Headquarters of the "Bronze-Black Cross" —

In a luxurious room, an elderly man sat in a high seat watching the battle between a young boy and a god on the screen before him. When a familiar girl appeared in the footage, a shadow flickered in his eyes, and his brows furrowed tightly.

"Send someone to call Liliana."

His expression shifting unpredictably, after a moment of silence, the old man seemed to have made a decision in his heart and shouted into the empty room…

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Japan, Tokyo Branch of the History Compilation Committee—

"Hah… can't you say something?"

Pausing the video on the computer screen, Kaoru held her forehead, looking headache-stricken, and spoke to Touma behind her.

"You're the boss. We little guys don't need to give opinions, right?"

Shrugging, Touma replied with an indifferent attitude, as if it was none of his business and she could deal with it herself.

"Ahem… I think Sora-san becoming a God Slayer might actually be a good opportunity for us. Miss, you have a decent relationship with him, right? Maybe you could…"

Seeing Kaoru's scrutinizing gaze, this scruffy man felt a bit embarrassed. After all, he was on her payroll, wasn't he? After holding back for a while, he finally managed to say something trivial.

Shaking her head in silent disbelief, if it weren't for this guy's skills—descended from ninjas, proficient in various Onmyodo arts and mixed curses, and someone she often had to rely on—Kaoru might really have the urge to fire this lazy, slacking fellow!

Isn't this stuff so obvious? Does she not realize it herself?!

"Kaoru, is there something? Why did you suddenly call me over?"

At that moment, a girl's voice came—Yuri, the miko, who had rushed over after receiving Miss Kaoru's message.

"Finally here, Yuri. I have something I want to show you."

"But before you watch, you better be prepared to be scared!"

Seeing her friend Yuri arrive, Miss Kaoru's lips curved into a slight smile.

Forgetting the previous annoying matters, she felt a small thrill and anticipation. Yuri's reaction after seeing what Sora had done would definitely be interesting!

"What is it? What thing?"

Feeling a bit puzzled and being told to prepare to be scared, the girl was confused.

"Hehe, no need to say more, just watch for yourself!"

Smiling faintly, Kaoru stopped talking and played the video again, inviting Yuri to come closer and watch.

At first, Yuri was puzzled, then surprised, then worried, and finally shocked… Within a short time, the miko's expression changed constantly. By the end, her pretty and cute face was full of endless shock and astonishment, her round little mouth open, speechless for a long time.

"Hey, Yuri, are you okay?!"

Originally enjoying watching Yuri's facial expressions with a bit of dark amusement, Kaoru suddenly noticed her fragile friend's face turn pale and her breathing become labored. She quickly stood up and repeatedly patted her chest and back.

Twitching at the corner of her eye, Miss Kaoru didn't know whether to be angry or laugh. "You stubborn girl, do you have to get this worked up?!"

"Hah… hah… Kaoru, Sora! Sora…"

Finally catching her breath, Yuri's cheeks flushed as she pointed excitedly at the computer screen. She had so much to say that she was tongue-tied!

"Alright, alright, I get it. You catch your breath first."

Seeing her friend finally recover, Miss Kaoru breathed a small sigh of relief, her expression one of extreme speechlessness.

"A few days ago, I heard that guy didn't go to school but ran off somewhere far away. He really causes trouble wherever he goes!"

"At first, it was just a joke, but I didn't expect him to actually become a God Slayer. Yuri, from now on, whenever we see him, we have to call him Demon King and beg for his protection!"

Pouting, Miss Kaoru said with a slightly sour tone.

"Sora…"

Clasping her hands tightly, miko Yuri looked at Sora on the screen with a complicated expression, her little head full of thoughts…

Meanwhile, similar scenes were playing out in many places around the world. The news of the birth of the seventh Demon King quickly swept through the entire magical community, causing a huge shock…