Sirzechs had a small smile on his face. But different from before, it was very, very genuine. The elders were behaving according to his expectations. The more they looked down on Igor, the angrier he would become.


    And what Sirzechs wished for the most was an Igor who would be extremely invested in culling the parasites.


    True to his estimations, Igor had a dark expression as he stepped forward.


    “My first impression of you all is…I don’t like you. I don’t like you at all.”


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    |DxD|


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    Silence. There was absolute silence. Absolutely no one expected Igor’s words, especially these elders who had gotten too used to their high positions. No matter what their expectations were, it did not reach this extent.


    Unfortunately for them, Igor was not a mere high class as they thought he was.


    “All of you here are smart to an extent. So I will not beat around the bush. You will figure it out once you read the alliance terms.”


    Suddenly, a small stack of documents appeared in front of each of them. While a select few began reading them, the rest stared at Igor with gradually darkening gazes and glares that the blonde did not care for…yet.


    “Starting from today I will be your judge, jury, and executioner. Your clan, backing, or faction mean absolutely nothing to me. I believe I’ve made myself clear.”


    “““…”””


    They were all astounded by his words. Even more, the elders were more angered by how Sirzechs and Serafall stood to the side in inaction. And…was that a smile on Sirzechs’s face? Impudent!


    “How dare you!”


    Finally, an elder couldn’t take it anymore. He banged his fist on the desk as he stood up, his amber eyes glaring murderously at Igor.


    “A mere human scum dares to-”


    Before anyone could even react, Igor had latched his hand around the elder’s throat. His face was impassive while the elder was futilely struggling.


    “A mere High Class scum dares to talk back to me?”


    His grip remained tight around the elder’s throat. Despite the man’s portly appearance, he weighed like a feather in Igor’s hand.


    “You are Dagan of the Vapula Clan. Already over a thousand years in age, yet I know one of those human ‘scum’ that can kill you very easily.”


    Dagan furiously glared at Igor, but his gaze quickly changed when the grip around his throat tightened. Igor was no longer just constricting his airflow. He was crushing his windpipe.


    His legs flailed wildly while he desperately tried to remove Igor’s arm from his throat. But it wasn’t working. He couldn’t kick the blonde. The table was in the way. His mind was too impaired to invoke magic.


    None of the other elders showed any signs of helping him. In fact, they couldn’t even process this sight. They had been elders for hundreds of years. Not once had a scene like this happened during their tenure.


    Dagan couldn’t help but release tears. His vision was already darkening. Those blue eyes that impassively watched as his lifeforce waned horrified him to the core. He regretted it. He regretted lashing out. If only…if only it was someone else-


    *Plop*


    Dagan flopped onto his desk like a lifeless hunk of meat. He was just barely, barely, BARELY alive.


    “HOOOAAAH!”


    A short while later, he took in a deep breath. His eyes widened like saucers as he frantically looked around.


    A part of him thought it was a dream, that he must’ve fallen asleep somehow before the meeting. But when his eyes met Igor’s, he nearly panicked.


    “...”


    He didn’t dare breathe loudly. There was genuine fear in his eyes. He almost died. He was THIS close to death. This blonde kid showed no hesitation. No matter what, he didn’t want to offend him.


    “...”


    Igor was disappointed by how quick to break these elders were. None of them showed camaraderie and helped their fellow elder. Like sheep, they stayed to the side and watched. Even worse, this Dagan had completely become subservient.


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    “Pathetic. Dagan. Do you admit you are pathetic?”


    Dagan dared not refuse. Quickly standing up, he lowered his head in a bow.


    “Yes. Yes I am pathetic. I am very pathetic, Lord Dimori.”


    All of his haughtiness had disappeared in that instant. Dagan no longer cared what the other elders would think of him. What was most important was his life. As long as he lived, there was hope!


    “Hehe…”


    Igor couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.


    “You are indeed pathetic…and crafty.”


    “What?”


    Raising his head in surprise, Dagan inquired.


    “Lord Dimori. What do you-”


    BANG!


    Dagan’s words were cut off…because he no longer had a head.


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    Silence…


    Everyone…absolutely everyone was caught offguard. Igor had his fist outstretched and…pieces of Dagan were splattered across the room. In one punch, he had completely shattered Dagan’s head into chunks of bone, tissue, and brain matter.


    “““...”””


    No one dared to breathe. No one dared to scream. No one dared to fart.


    “Well…that was that.”


    Igor shook off the bone and brain matter hanging on his fist. It splattered onto another elder’s cheek, but he dared not complain. He didn’t even dare to wipe it off.


    Dagan was one of the more powerful elders, especially ever since Misla Vapula had married into the Bael Clan. Yet he was killed just like that. No matter what, no one would say anything even if they were given ten guts.


    “Dear elders. I think I did not make myself clear before.”


    Igor turned around and walked down the steps towards the podium. He did not hide his dislike for them. It practically wafted off of him. Compared to the denizens of the Heavenly Realm…no. These elders weren’t even worthy of being compared to them.


    Slowly, his previously concealed aura was released. High-Class, Ultimate-Class, God-Class, Peak-God Class. Each increase in stage made each elder widen their eyes as realisation set in. The information was wrong. He was of equal strength with the satans.


    “I will start again.”


    Slowly, Igor turned around and faced them once more.


    “From today moving forward, there will be a change of management. I will be the new Enforcement Elder. My job? To keep you all in line. You have two choices at this moment. Be obedient like the pathetic dogs you are, or die by my hand.”


    He observed their reactions…and his disappointment-no, his disgust grew even more. These elders who had lived for centuries had less spine than a ten-year-old deva.


    [Tch!]


    A bunch of snakes, a bunch of filthy rats is what they were. If it were left to his discretion, he would’ve killed every single one of them and called it a day. Having such spineless cowards influence the direction of an entire race was nothing short of disgraceful.


    All of them were men. All of them had neatly trimmed beards that signified their manhood, yet they lacked the gall to defy a foreigner who waltzed into their territory. That very same foreigner began issuing orders to them and even went so far as to kill one of their own, yet-


    [They didn’t even try to fight me.]


    If this were the type of people Sirzechs had to deal with for centuries, then Igor would happily cull a few for him. Cowards deserved to be at the bottom, not hold prestigious positions.


    “Listen here, all of you. I have a special someone I would like you all to meet. You will treat her with better respect than your own mother. Fail to do so and I will end you.”


    Just before he gestured towards the door, he paused.


    “A word of advice. If you want to keep your worthless lives, do not look where you are not supposed to look.”


    He couldn’t care for their reactions anymore. He loathed them. They were parasites that he would recommend Sirzechs rid himself of as soon as possible.


    “You can enter now, sister.”


    His mood got noticeably better when the door opened. Soon, Ajuka and Aurelia entered alongside each other. When the pair glanced at the elders, both were surprised by the amount of blood splattered across the back wall. If that wasn’t enough, the headless corpse on the floor made them question Igor’s methods.


    On one hand, Ajuka inwardly agreed with them. He had an imperceptible smile on his face as he walked towards the board. Suddenly, he was genuinely looking forward to performing this presentation for the Peerage System Overhaul.


    Aurelia had a somewhat mixed reaction. From the fear on the faces of the elders, she approved the effectiveness of his brutal methods. Dialogue never worked with people of their ilk.


    But more than anything, she was worried about what would happen to him if he unnecessarily stained his hands with blood.


    Yet no matter the reason, she couldn’t coddle him. He had already grown up from the boy he was. If he saw this as the best course of action, then she wouldn’t fight him on it.


    “My lord.”


    “The stage is yours, sister. See how I warmed them up for you?”


    “...”


    She took in their apprehensive gazes once more. Some, especially those from top clans like the Bael seemed to be a bit more cool-headed. They held some fear towards Igor, but they were also analyzing him.


    If he didn’t do anything to them, she would make sure to remind him before they left.


    “They are very warm indeed, my lord.”


    “Right? Now just let me say a few words to them before you start.”


    He then turned towards Sirzechs.


    “There’s no problem if I take a few more minutes of extra time right, Sirzechs?”


    “There’s absolutely no problem at all, Dimori-san.”


    If possible, Sirzechs wanted to let Igor speak for the entire day. He’d never seen the elders so tamed before. If it wasn’t because he had to take care of his image, he would’ve laughed out loud. So happy was he inside that for once, he felt like trying for a baby with Grayfia.


    Sharing his exuberant emotion was Serafall. But while Sirzechs was more jovial, her happy emotions came from a far more darker source.


    [Finally. He’s finally dead.]


    He was one of few, but Dagan Vapula was one of the main supporters for her father’s deployment in the war against the Aryans. His death was a bit too quick for her liking, but he was dead nonetheless. And that was the most important thing.


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    I partially don’t agree with this new Igor. Not because his actions are wrong, but that they don’t fit well with his established personality. But then, I think of this same kid who quietly watched thousands, possibly millions of people fight to the death in a war.


    It’s not wrong to say that besides the time chamber, Igor spent more time in the Heavenly Realm than on Earth. People the same age as those elders were either God Class or Supreme Class. When he sees those elders who are weaker than children like Cao Cao, he feels disappointed.


    But as described in the story, when those same elders don’t try to do anything to stop him, it turns to disgust because not only are they weak in body, but in mind as well. Like I said prior, I don’t quite agree with this personality change, but I can understand where it came from.


    Maybe I’m the one who’s too soft. Then again, I don’t have an Uncle Indra to teach me torture methods and the like.


    Until the next chapter and thanks for reading. More chapters are available on my p.a.t.r.e.o.n