he man was adamant that he wouldn't support the Old Satan Faction. This was what lead to the current situation.

The bruises on her body still stung from the beating she had endured from the Devils belonging to the Old Satan Faction. But, she wouldn't mind bearing such pain over and over again if it meant that it could bring back her father.

He was killed before her eyes because he refused to leave her and her mother alone to fight in a war that would only lead to more death. It was the same for all the other men living in the territory of Lord Marbas of the Seventy-Two Pillars.

After an entire group from the Old Satan Faction attacked the Lord's mansion, everyone was sure that their Lord who had been protecting them had died. This was only proven when the Old Satan Faction hauled out a battered body from the rubble of the Marbas Mansion thereafter, but clearly, a descendant of the Marbas line still lived.

And he had arrived just in time to. Otherwise, she knew full well that she and everyone else loyal to the Marbas line would be burned to ashes in the wind.

Adelina couldn't stop the tears from rushing down her face when her mother coaxed her out of her arms to stare at the glowing magic symbols on the ground.

It was over, everything was finally over.

The new lord would take care of everything.

Looking at that figure who walked steadily down the worn path of the Lord's mansion, the image burned itself into the eyes of everyone present. For the Devil that appeared in their gaze was a Devil like none other.

Black tribal marks ran across his entire body, and the frigidness of his gaze sent shivers down her spine. Nevertheless, Adelina pushed herself out of her mother's arms and ran in the direction of this Devil. After all, unlike everyone else who were to injured to move, her condition was fairly better. Because of this, she needed to act.

None stopped her approach, for none dared to move on the Old Satan Faction's side.

Met with no resistance, Adelina still succumbed to her injuries and fell on the ground. Yet even then, she stared at the Descendant of Marbas and prostrated in his direction.

"Lord Devil, please save us!" She pleaded, not daring to meet this descendant of Marbas's gaze.

After all, she had no idea if this descendant was anything like the Kind Old Marbas that she and many of the townsfolk knew.

Unexpectedly, a gentle hand appeared over her shoulder, and the face that met hers ended up moving her to tears. It was an expression of care and concern, something that other High-Class Devils rarely showed to low class-Devils like herself.

"Rest easy," were the only word whispered into her ears.

And then he walked past her, straight to where the Old Satan Faction members were standing.

For each step taken, the Old Satan Faction took a step back.

"Y-You, don't push your luck!" One of the Old Satan Faction members muttered. But even then, it wasn't very convincing for a threat when the man himself was trembling.

And in that moment, a sword suddenly stabbed through the man who looked down with widened eyes. Blood pooled around the wound before the man collapsed to his knees, the other Devils from the Old Satan Faction watching in horror.

For the sword just appeared out of nowhere.

W-What the hell was this?

What just happened was impossible.

Choking on his own blood, the man that had spoken would never again utter a single word.

A dead silence quickly fell with only the sound of feet pressing against the ground to be heard.

Adelina herself was thoroughly stumped for words for nothing could explain such an inexplicable sight. It was too powerful and unheard of. Lord Marbas had never shown such a magical ability, and yet this descendant was capable of it? Was it some sort of new family magic?

She closed her mouth and watched riveted. She didn't care what it was, for that sword represented her vindication. The men and women who took her father away from her were finally going to experience retribution.

And indeed, this was the case.

The Devils in the Old Satan Faction panicked and immediately fled, but many still stayed. And the ones that did were able to experience first hand the means of this descendant of Marbas.

A spear wrought with pulsing vein like inscriptions pierced all with unerring accuracy. One stab at the heart, and that was all it took.

And when a two-meter-long blade appeared in the young Lord's hands, it was like he suddenly transformed.

Gentle and serene.

The disposition of one who had spent a lifetime honing their skills with a sword.

As for the Devils rushing at him, they couldn't even be compared in the same sentence.

It was a multi-directional attack.

Something invented by a man who simply had too much time on his hands and a single-minded devotion to slay a swallow mid-flight.

The sword whose edge strikes three times.

"Tsubame Gaeshi,"

It was a show of swordsmanship she and many other Devils had never seen before. It was too overwhelmingly strong that it could only be described as perfect.

When that sword swung, more than just one devil was caught by surprise when at that moment before cutting down the enemy, three swords existed.

Her mouth dried when she saw the result. All that were caught within that blade's swing were reduced to nothing more than tiny pieces.

Her mouth opened then after.

"Hail Lord Marbas!"

It was a feeling and an urge that welled from her very being for the individual who was fighting on hers and everyone's behalf.

"Hail our Lord Nobility of the Seventy-Two Pillars!"

Her voice was hoarse, but still she cheered for his name. The mournful tears on her eyes only continued to stream as she thought back to her father's dead body.

It wasn't fair.

It just wasn't fair.

Her expression dropped as her lips trembled.

Why didn't you come sooner?

She pursed her lips as she knew that it wasn't his fault. It was just how the situation played out. Still, for a low-class Devil like her and the current inhabitants, the kindness the Lord was showing was already more than enough.

"Hail Lord Marbas!"

The sound of her proclamation, was the signal for the shattering of whatever resolve those on the Old Satan's Faction had. All suddenly began to flee, yet their nightmare was far from over.

In the young Lord's hands appeared a pitch-black bow almost as long as he was tall. And on that bow, countless arrows were fired. Twisted swords that moved much faster than any Devil could fly.

They soared in the sky, piercing into fleeing Devils one by one. The sheer penetrating power was enough to pierce even mountain bed-rock.

The Devils in the sky fell like flies, wings unmoving as they landed on the ground.

She didn't pity them, for they got what they deserved.

Turning her gaze away from the young Lord, she crawled back in the direction of her mother using whatever strength she had left. Her legs refused to work, so all that she could do was force herself forward by using her forearms. Even then, she was forced to wince as bits and pieces of dirt and gravel dug into her skin.

It was then that she felt a pair of arms wrap around her to hoist her up.

She was powerless to resist, but there was no point in doing so when she realized that she was being taken in the direction of her mother. Her mother had her hands over her mouth, and it was clear that she was stuck in a state of indecision.

It was only when she was passed over to her mother that she would realize why. The person that had been carrying her was none other than the Lord who had already driven off the Devils from the Old Satan Faction.

A man who could be nothing other than a hero to her and the other Devils.

For he had appeared to grant them salvation in their time of need.

And that was a gift that no one would be able to repay. Yet it was because of this, that fierce loyalty began to bloom.

When Adelina stared at the face of the young Lord, she knew then that she would devote her entire life to him. For a High-Class Devil, a Lord that could smile at her just because she was safe, was a Lord like none other.

But to the fleeing Devils from the Old Satan Faction, they would know him as something far worse. Something that they couldn't even report properly to their superiors when interrogated.

He was a member of the Seventy-Two Pillars, the nobility of Devil-kind which possessed the strongest of all Devils.

He was known as Marbas the Unfathomable.