Chapter 576

"And the thing that opened the seal was always in Meliodas's hands, and today it was taken by Aizen Sōsuke."

Hitsugaya Tōshirō's eyes revealed deep worry, and at this moment, his voice also stopped.

A drop of sweat slid across Makarov's forehead.

The expression on his face gradually began to stiffen, and from this enormous amount of information he had already been able to discern two things.

The first was that the Seven Deadly Sins of the knight order of the Kingdom of Fiore were connected with the Shinigami of the Seireitei.

The second was that Aizen Sōsuke intended to do something utterly insane—a race that even the Shinigami had to seal away.

Just how powerful must they be to choose sealing rather than simply eradicating them outright?

"Is Meliodas the captain of the Seven Deadly Sins? Is that guy also one of those demon-clan...?"

"What exactly is going on with that race? Why do you hold such deep wariness toward them?"

Erza's brows furrowed slightly, and she immediately posed her own question.

But Hitsugaya Tōshirō did not answer right away.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

"Bastard, spit it out already! Stop keeping us hanging like this!"

It was Natsu who spoke up first to ask; being hot-tempered by nature, he could not wait to know.

"That race is called the Demon Clan, and Meliodas is the Demon King's son."

"He also has the purest bloodline, was once called the Demon King's successor, and it was thanks to his help that the seal could be successfully carried out."

"And the ten strongest members of the Demon Clan are each called a Ten Commandments. Each one was granted a Commandment by the Demon King, and the power of every Commandment is extraordinarily strong."

"None of their individual strength is much inferior to Meliodas's."

"And beneath the Ten Commandments, there are also countless demons—some powerful, some weak."

"But even the weakest among them is far stronger than your ordinary mage here."

"An ordinary one is roughly on par with your Ishgar's Wizard Saints."

Hitsugaya Tōshirō said in a low voice, and after that string of words even the drink in Makarov's hand came to a halt.

The liquor kept dripping onto the tabletop and his own clothes.

Even the most ordinary of demons could be compared to the Wizard Saints.

And Hitsugaya Tōshirō's mention of countless demons made Makarov's heart begin to panic.

Ishgar currently has no magical weapons in existence, and even if it did, against those tens of thousands—possibly even more—of demons,

would they truly be of any use?

At this moment, whether Ishgar would truly collapse, Makarov dared not imagine.

"Then what should we do? Should we stop Aizen?"

Makarov set down the wine cup in his hand, and his expression had already became solemn.

This was no longer a matter for him alone, but for the entire continent.

He could not handle it carelessly, nor could he let the children beside him casually step into danger.

"Of course we have to stop that bastard Aizen!"

"Grandpa, let's go knock that guy Aizen flying!"

"Hey, shorty, tell me—what the hell is that bastard Aizen's weakness!"

The blazing flames on Natsu's body had already begun to burn continuously, and his expression was filled entirely with his dissatisfaction toward Aizen.

As well as his fighting spirit against a powerful enemy; the others beside him all greatly envied Natsu Dragneel that fearless, dauntless temperament of his.

And envied him even more for being able to smile so easily in the face of crisis.

But immediately, what followed was a layer of frost that froze Natsu Dragneel solid on the spot.

The appearance of a large block of ice did not bring anyone any surprise or displeasure.

Instead, it made the slightly hot weather become much cooler.

Then everyone looked toward Hitsugaya Tōshirō.