Beretta stepped forward calmly, his expression respectful yet composed as he addressed the entire Octagram.
"Allow me to explain everything I know about Lord Diablo… or rather, the one who was once called Noir."
He bowed slightly toward Rimuru first, then continued in a clear, steady voice.
"Long before any of us were summoned to this world, long before the concept of 'heroes' or 'Demon Lords' as you know them existed… the world itself gave birth to the Original Primordial Demons. We were created at the very beginning of time, born from the world's own darkness and chaos. There were several of us — Noir, Blanc, Rouge, Vert, and a few others. Each of us represented a fundamental aspect of darkness."
Beretta glanced at Diablo with clear reverence.
"Noir — now known as Diablo — was the strongest among the Black Primordials. He was the embodiment of pure, refined darkness and absolute loyalty once he chose a master. Even among us Primordials, he stood at the very top. He was not someone you could casually approach. His power was overwhelming, and his pride was absolute."
He continued without pause.
"I met him countless times across the ages. We Primordials existed in a kind of… hierarchy of strength and age. Diablo was always above me. He never showed much interest in the affairs of the world unless something truly caught his attention. He would appear, observe, and disappear again. We crossed paths during ancient wars and cataclysms, but he rarely spoke more than a few words. I always treated him with the utmost respect… though I admit I was sometimes too casual when I didn't fully understand the depth of his power."
Beretta smiled faintly, almost self-deprecating.
"When Lord Rimuru summoned us, I answered the call out of curiosity. Diablo also answered… but for a completely different reason. From the very first moment he laid eyes on Lord Rimuru, he chose to serve him with absolute loyalty. He evolved rapidly under Lord Rimuru's influence and eventually became a true Demon God — a being far beyond what most Demon Lords could ever hope to reach."
Beretta turned his gaze back to the Octagram.
"That is who Diablo is. An Original Primordial who has now transcended into something even greater. He is not just powerful — he is perfectly loyal to the one he has chosen. And that person is Lord Rimuru Tempest."
The entire hall was silent as Beretta finished his explanation.
Diablo stood elegantly beside Rimuru, a small, polite smile on his face, as if the detailed recounting of his own ancient history was nothing more than casual conversation.
The Octagram members exchanged heavy glances, their expressions a mixture of awe, wariness, and intense curiosity.
A true Demon God — an evolved Original Primordial — was standing right in front of them, serving Rimuru Tempest.
The atmosphere in the hall had become significantly heavier.