Thirteen years. Thirteen insanely productive years.
For most children, those would be for learning to walk, read, and maybe cast a weak fireball.
For Millicas Gremory, they were for domination.
Age 3 – The First Breakthrough
At just three years old, Millicas took his first step… through a wall.
[Shadow Step – Rank C ➝ B]
Chain step unlocked.
Grayfia screamed. Sirzechs cried tears of pride. The maid staff fainted.
The boy simply stepped back through the shadows, pulled a cookie from his inventory, and smirked like he was on the stock floor of the Tokyo Exchange again.
Age 4 – The Grandparents
They came in style—Lord and Lady Gremory.
Regal. Powerful. Proud.
Millicas bowed perfectly at their arrival. His stats were low, but his aura control was immaculate.
[Hypnosis Passive – Subtle Aura: Activated]
First impression bonus: +20% Affection.
They were immediately charmed—especially Lady Gremory.
That night, she cradled him in her lap, doting on his hair and calling him her "little infernal genius."
He laughed softly.
Then his hands… moved.
[Instinctive Ero-Demon – Triggered]
Squeeze.
Lady Gremory blinked. "O-Oh my… such… affectionate little fingers…"
Millicas smiled innocently.
Achievement Unlocked: "No Shame in Noble Blood"
Sirzechs entered the room three minutes later. Froze.
Looked at his mother. Looked at his son.
Looked away.
"...I saw nothing."
Age 6 – Meeting Serafall Leviathan & Sona Shitori
Serafall arrived in full magical girl attire.
"Tadaaa~! Where's my super cute nephew~?!"
Millicas walked out in a fully functional miniature exo-suit built from his Ironmind, powered by mana and chakra converters.
She froze.
He bowed. "Aunt Serafall. I've read your treaties on magical diplomacy and your fan letters to magical girl clubs. Both were... enlightening."
Serafall blinked, then squealed.
"HE'S A TINY GENIUS! AND HE'S HOT WHEN HE'S SMART!!"
Sona simply adjusted her glasses and muttered, "He's dangerous."
[System Tag Gained: 'Potential Rival – Sona Shitori']
Age 9 – First Duel with a Noble
House Glasya-Labolas sent a cocky heir to test Millicas's "spoiled reputation."
The duel lasted 14 seconds.
Millicas used:
Shadow Step to blink behind
Hypnosis to delay reaction
Bio-control to paralyze his legs
Ninja Movement to casually trip him onto his own flame spell
Public Reputation Updated: "Unnerving Prodigy"
Enemies now approach with caution.
Age 10 – Meeting Rias Gremory
She arrived from the human world, still in her rebellious phase, freshly dyed crimson hair flowing, eyes skeptical.
She expected a brat.
She found a tall, graceful, perfectly postured ten-year-old with a faint smirk, reading three grimoires while simultaneously programming a drone with one hand.
Rias blinked. "You're... not normal."
Millicas closed one book. "Neither are you. That's why we'll get along."
She didn't smile. But she didn't walk away.
Affinity: Rias Gremory — Neutral ➝ Curious
New Quest Unlocked: "Make Rias Trust You Before Her Peerage Forms"
Age 12 – Hidden Training with Ajuka Beelzebub
Ajuka had figured it out. Not everything, but enough.
"You're not just a genius," he had said coldly. "You're programming your own evolution."
Millicas smiled. "Would you like to collaborate?"
The two worked together in secret on system-friendly demonic code for two years. They shared coffee. Equations. A mutual understanding of how terrifying the world could become with the wrong godmodder in play.
Relationship: Ajuka Beelzebub – Professional | 46% Trust
Age 13 – Present Day
Now, standing in his private training chamber, shirtless, scarred from magical overclocking trials, Millicas Gremory was a devil in form and intellect.
The system pinged.
[Gacha Pull Available]
Multiversal Ticket x1
He flicked it with a thought. The wheel spun.
[DING!]
🎉 You have received: [Active Skill – "Reinforcement" (Fate/Stay Night)]
Grants limited structural enhancement to any object or body part. Physical reinforcement skill stackable with magic & tech.
Kaito's grin returned. "Perfect."
The door creaked.
Grayfia entered. "Millicas. Dinner. Formal guests tonight. House Sitri again."
He turned, wiped his sweat, and nodded.
"Of course, Mother. Shall I wear the enchanted blazer or the artifact-grade one?"
She raised an eyebrow. "...You're thirteen."
He smirked. "And thirteen steps ahead."