The bedroom in the Asmodeus castle still boasted a super-luxurious architectural style, filled with expensive furniture.
Birds chirped in the distance, and Virion, clad in a loose bathrobe, lay on a soft, round bed, enjoying a massage personally given by Radix·Astil.
The massive LCD television in front of him was broadcasting an entertainment program from the Underworld.
The host of the variety show was Serafall Sitri, one of the Four Great Demon Kings of the Underworld.
According to normal human thought, the place where Devils reside should be where sinners receive judgment.
Blood light soared to the sky, endless bloody mist lingered, waves of Fishy Wind made people nauseous, and crimson blood gathered into rivers.
Broken limbs, organs, hands, feet, and heads were everywhere…
Corpses of humans, angels, and immortals remained in tragic states, hung in the ancient castles of cunning, treacherous, and evil Devils as satisfactory spoils of war.
However, in reality, the places where Devils currently reside are quite similar in style to the Human World.
Not only is the architectural style very similar to humans, but all kinds of entertainment facilities created by humans have also been introduced into the Underworld for Devils to enjoy.
As for the scenes imagined by humans, they could probably only be witnessed in ancient times, when the Fallen Angels had not yet arrived in the Underworld.
Grayfia and Ajuka left near dusk.
After all, these two are Satan Classs of the Underworld; they are not like Sirzechs Lucifer, whose sole job is to improve his strength.
Their usual tasks are very heavy; it was already a rare thing for them to spare an afternoon to come to Virion's place.
"Numerology, has Ajuka understood the principle?"
Smooth, small hands glided over Virion's strong back, and the superb technique made Virion unconsciously narrow his eyes.
"Unfortunately, Ajuka is still completely bewildered."
Radix·Astil's hands did not stop, gently repeating the previous movements.
"No wonder he looked like a resentful woman craving satisfaction when he left earlier."
Perhaps it was the difference between systems caused by different worlds!
Holding the grimoire Radix·Astil, he could easily learn the magic of the Seven Magicians world recorded by Radix·Astil.
But others could not, whether Devil or human.
As for other races, he had not tried to find anyone else to test.
This was also the reason why Ajuka had always wanted to ask him for Radix·Astil's handwritten copy.
As a Satan Class who was deeply obsessed with spellcasting, and even elevated this characteristic into his special ability after becoming a Transcendence, facing an ocean of unknown spells, he naturally could not resist this ultimate temptation.
"Then let him wait for now! When we go back to your world, I'll casually find him a grimoire."
Virion let out another comfortable sigh! He said without even lifting his head.
However, the small hands massaging his back suddenly stopped.
Feeling puzzled, Virion opened his eyes and looked at Radix·Astil.
The grimoire lady's eyes had turned slightly red, and from his angle, he could even see a layer of mist covering Radix·Astil's pale yellow pupils.
"Thank you, Master, for not forgetting my wish."
Her original master, Satan Class Dis Trinity, did indeed die willingly, but this did not mean she would forgive those who betrayed him.
Executing those traitors one by one was something she had always wanted to do.
However, with her having acknowledged a new master and entrusted her original master's most precious legacy, the Satan Class's True Core, to her new master Virion, returning to her original world was not a necessary matter.
After all, in that world, the two most important legacies were the two of them.
The Satan Class's True Core is the core item in the Seven Magicians world that can integrate all libraries and become the master of the multiverse.
However, this is an extremely difficult thing to achieve; even her original master, during his lifetime, at most only achieved Trinity.
And she, Radix·Astil, recorded all the precious magical spells of the Seven Magicians world.
In summary, her new master truly had no need to return to her world.
The only meaning of returning would be to help her get revenge.
This is why Radix·Astil was so moved.
"It's nothing, just something I can do along the way!"
"But more importantly, we need to first retrieve the data you lost when you crossed worlds, Radix·Astil."
"Revenge might have to be put aside for now."
Feeling the small hands on his back resume their movements, Virion's eyes closed again, and he said softly.
"Of course, Master, you only need to proceed according to your own plan."
"Moreover, to eliminate those rebels, Master, you will at least need to master the power of two libraries."
"I know!"
His current strength is still insufficient; let alone two libraries, he hasn't even fully sublimated the 'Sloth' library he is currently studying into a Satan Class body!
With his current strength, helping Radix·Astil get revenge is an impossible task.
Those who could become the Twelve Gods of the original Satan Class were all individuals who had thoroughly researched their magic to the extreme in their respective fields, true originators of spellcasting.
They cannot progress further; what they lack is merely the Satan Class's True Core, that treasure.
"So, Master, what are your plans next?"
"If you wish to embark on a journey immediately, there is a world I once experienced that might be of great help to you in mastering the 'Sloth' library."
Virion turned over, revealing his strong muscles, and leaned back against the headboard of the bed.
Seeing that the massage time was over, Radix·Astil transformed back into the grimoire form and hung around Virion's neck.
"Hmm, let's wait a little longer!"
"In a while! I'm going to the Human World to do something, and after that, I'll go to other worlds."
Caressing the chains that bound Radix·Astil, he had been cooped up in the Underworld for so many years and was ready to see the Sacred Gears that permeated this anime.
Perhaps they would be useful to him, or perhaps they would just be useless items!
But these were things he could only judge after he obtained them.
"I see! Then I will do my utmost to assist you."
Radix·Astil had now completely devoted herself to Virion; whatever decision he made, she would support it.
"Hmm, but the day after tomorrow, I still have to attend the banquet my sister asked me to go to!"
As he spoke, he reached for the bedside table, picked up an exquisitely crafted banquet invitation, and examined it.