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Azazel slowly set the Grace Card in his hand down on the table beside him, picked up a cup of coffee from the table, and took a sip before speaking again.
"I have a feeling that an even greater, more dangerous disaster than before is bound to happen next. For that time, I need to make preparations in advance and obtain enough combat power to handle any situation. That's why I intend to form a contract with Typhon."
Azazel's words made Noah's eyes flicker slightly before he spoke impassively.
"Because of Rizevim?"
"That's right." Azazel confirmed it.
"That guy may be a bastard, but his malice runs deeper than anyone's. He's practically the textbook example of a villain. Someone like him going to such lengths to obtain the Holy Grail definitely isn't just for reviving Evil Dragons and increasing his combat power."
Azazel had said the same thing before.
But Noah had not expected Azazel to take it so seriously that he had genuinely begun preparing countermeasures.
"Making a contract with Typhon is only a personal preparation for me. If Rizevim really leads an army of Evil Dragons to attack, then the combat power of Fafnir and me alone may not be enough." Azazel tapped the tabletop.
"Besides me, I've also informed Sirzechs, Michael, and the other mythological factions. I told them to prepare countermeasures at any time and deal with the coming war."
"You've prepared this thoroughly?" Noah frowned.
"Could it be that you're just worrying too much?"
"Maybe there is a little of that." Azazel spoke as though he did not particularly care.