Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Belial noticed the odd behavior of Marquis Reynard but chose to remain silt due to the lack of evidce. Speaking up without proof would make him seem biased toward his childr, as Marquis Reynard had accused.

"What do you all think?" he asked, turning to his advisers and wives.

An imposing military man from below stood up. "My lord, it would be best to let the two Marquises duel. Whoever is defeated will have their soul searched to uncover the truth."

His suggestion received nods of agreemt from many in the room.

"Yes, that would be for the best, my lord husband," Duchess Ruliana chimed in from his side, concealing her malicious intt, fully expecting Bella's demise.

Vina, however, looked worriedly at the duo as the matter was being settled.

Belial spoke, "Do either of you have an issue with this proposal? Marquis Reynard? Bella?"

"No, I have no problem, my lord!" Marquis Reynard replied, hiding a malicious sneer.

Agus accepted, and Bella confidtly responded, "We have no problem either, father."

"Very well," Belial said in his commanding voice before snapping his fingers.

In an instant, the courtroom seemed to expand by at least a kilometer on all sides. Yet, from the outside, nothing had changed; the spatial expansion was confined tirely within Belial's ability.

At the cter of the newly expanded platform stood Agus, Bella, and the Undead Marquis. Agus couldn't help but be impressed by Belial's display of power—spatial manipulation was no easy feat. Only someone of Belial's stature, a Demon Geral, could manage such a thing.

"One of you, step outside!" Belial's voice boomed, reaching them from afar.

Agus turned to Bella. "Bella, you should step out. I need to handle him. This guy is interesting—his metal attacks are nothing like yours."

"Are you sure?" Bella asked, hesitating.

"Yes," Agus replied firmly.

Bella sighed, knowing his decision was final. Wh Agus made up his mind, no one could sway him. Resigned, she began to walk back from the cter, her departure eliciting a rare smile from Belial. He had already ssed that his "son-in-law" was far more powerful than he appeared, and now he was eager to see what surprises the young man might bring.

Meanwhile, Duchess Ruliana frowned, and the audice exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of what to expect.

"What is Princess Bella is doing?" one asked.

"Who is going to fight Marquis Reynard?"

"Don't tell me it's that half-breed?"

"Yeah, It sounds ridiculous right?"

"I know he had royal blood in him, and probably talted. But, isn't it just suicide to face off an Archdemon like this?"

As the whispers in the courtroom grew, Duchess Ruliana's expression darked further.

"Why is this half-breed meddling so much with our plan?" she muttered inwardly, gripping the armrest of her seat tightly, her knuckles turning with anger.

"Are you alright?" Belial asked, noticing her tse demeanor.

Ruliana forced a smile. "Yes, I'm fine, my lord husband. I'm just worried about Bella, dear. She's like a daughter to me, after all..."

Belial raised an eyebrow, suspicion flashing across his face. He remembered how eagerly Ruliana had pushed for Bella to be st into the duel just momts ago. Her sudd concern seemed odd, but he pushed the thought aside, focusing his atttion on the match before him with growing curiosity.

"What other surprises could this half-breed bring?" Belial wondered siltly.

He was well aware of Agus's rect feats. Despite being cautious, he wasn't foolish ough to place blind trust in someone. The reports he had received had shocked him—Agus had ascded to the rank of Elder Demon within mere weeks, an impossible achievemt, especially in the Demon Lands.

Belial had be tempted to interve, to discover the secret behind Agus's rapid rise. But the revelation that his daughter had fall in love with the young man had giv him pause.

It wasn't just that—Belial had found no trace of Agus's family, ev in the human lands of Solis. The absce of any record only deeped his suspicion that there was more to this boy than met the eye.

For now, Belial chose to wait. He needed to see for himself if Agus was truly worthy of his beloved daughter.

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"You're certainly a meddlesome fellow, half-breed," the Undead Marquis said, his voice carrying a chilling, macing undertone.

"Yes, I am. What can I do? I'm her partner—though she likes to call me husband," Agus replied, his voice calm and indiffert, completely unfazed by the Marquis's hostility.

"Th, your d will be because of your foolishness," the Undead Marquis laughed darkly, his eyes gleaming with malice as he drew his greatsword, a grotesque weapon made tirely of bones.

Agus stood his g, seemingly unbothered, not ev drawing a weapon. But from the outside, he looked like he was wasting his time.

"See! That half-breed's a fool. He doesn't ev know to arm himself for defse," scoffed a hideous four-headed demon nearby, his eyes trailing lustfully over Bella's figure.

"Lady Bella certainly made a mistake. I would've be a much better option than him."

Bella shot the demon a disgusted look. "Trash!" she spat, her disdain evidt.

The demon's face turned purple out of embarrassmt.

Without paying him any further mind, Bella refocused on the impding battle, her stance ready for anything. Her eyes stayed on Agus, prepared to act if anything wt wrong. She wouldn't let anyone harm her hubby, no matter what.

Agus didn't draw his weapon, not out of arrogance, but because his holy sword could only be wielded by humans. If anyone discovered that he, a half-demon, could use such a weapon, he would be branded a heretic. With his skills restricted and his weapon unusable, his only option was to rely on his demonic abilities, the ones he could reveal without raising suspicion.

He couldn't fully transform into his Hellfire Leviathan form—his ultimate trump card—but he could still tap into its basic traits through partial transformation.

"Begone!"

Undead Marquis Roared.

As the Undead Marquis charged at him with the speed of a lightning strike, Agus activated his abilities, bracing himself for the clash. His body surged with demonic power, ready to face his oppont barehanded.