"Isn't that obvious? If I haven't grown to the level of an Ultimate-class Devil after such a long time, the Demon King's blood in my body would cry."
Virion said as a matter of course, without any hint of arrogance on his face.
Ultimate-class Devil!
This rank among the Devil community is already considered an absolute backbone force, barely counting as part of the Devil's decision-making level.
For some ordinary Devils, it is a level they can never reach in their entire lives.
But for him, who possesses the direct bloodline of a Demon King, it is merely an inevitable part of his growth.
Even if he wasted time and didn't cultivate himself, he would naturally grow to this level after a hundred years.
This is the unreasonableness brought by bloodline.
It is a chasm that commoners, no matter how hard they try, cannot bridge.
"Indeed, you still need to work harder."
Grayfia also nodded, holding the same attitude.
Although she expressed her admiration for Virion's growth speed, she also did not want Virion to stop his progress because of her praise.
Appropriate criticism was still necessary.
"I know!"
Virion accepted Grayfia's admonition without any dissatisfaction.
After all, this being, who was like his own sister, reached the level of an Ultimate-class Devil at the age of thirty, despite not having the bloodline of a Demon King, or even the pure-blooded Devil bloodline of the Seventy-Two Pillars.
"Speaking of which, sister, are you really not going to try the grimoire system? If you want, I can have Radix·Astil make a handwritten copy."
Radix·Astil
This grimoire actually originated from an anime world called "Seven Magicians."
She is the original text of the Astir's handwritten copy used by the protagonist, and also the grimoire used by the former Demon King, Dis Trinity Great Demon King.
It records all knowledge from other worlds, integrating the seven sin libraries of "Pride," "Envy," "Wrath," "Sloth," "Greed," "Gluttony," and "Lust," making it a legendary grimoire that is omniscient and omnipotent.
After the former Demon King Dis indulged his subordinates and intentionally self-destructed, he carried the Demon King's true core across countless parallel worlds, finally arriving in this world and choosing him as the new master.
"No need, didn't you say that if your grimoire were to be copied now, it would inevitably enter a period of weakness?"
"Right now, you still need to prioritize your own growth speed."
Grayfia directly waved her small hand and refused.
Those various strange methods, and the ability of weapons to transform into human form, all made her show great interest in her adopted brother's grimoire.
But if that came at the cost of temporarily slowing down her adopted brother's growth, she would never agree.
"Uh—!"
What Grayfia said was correct.
If Grayfia hadn't shown a look of longing in her expression, he would absolutely not have made this decision.
You know, Ajuka had mentioned countless times wanting a handwritten copy, offering to exchange it for techniques of equal value, but he had never agreed.
"However, as an exchange, I will temporarily keep this."
Before Virion's contemplation had fully subsided, he saw Grayfia extend her two slender, pale fingers and clip the mutated Devil chess piece representing the Queen from his set of Devil chess pieces.
"Hmm?"
Inevitably, Virion made a questioning sound.
"Could it be that you, sister, have a suitable Queen candidate for me?"
Grayfia's jade hand, which was retrieving the piece, paused, and a barely noticeable blush flashed across her delicate face.
But this fleeting change was not noticed by Virion; all he could see was his adopted sister's still cold and beautiful face.
"Don't ask too much about this!""I will find a suitable queen for you later."
Grayfia said coldly and expressionlessly.
"Alright, alright, alright! Whatever you like."
Virion immediately raised his hands in surrender, not questioning the matter further.
The first reason was that he had developed this habit since childhood; whenever Grayfia showed that expression, it meant her decision could not be questioned by him.
The second reason was that he also believed Grayfia would certainly not trick him; since she was taking action, she would definitely find him a queen who would satisfy him in all aspects.
"Hmm!"
Grayfia nodded in satisfaction and put the queen piece, symbolizing the queen, into her pocket.
"But, sister, why are you so concerned about my strength?"
"I believe my growth rate over the years has been quite good, but you always seem so impatient."
After another brief silence, Virion raised the question in his heart.
Grayfia's urgency was visible to the naked eye.
It was precisely because of this that he had received a lot of Grayfia's Spartan-style education since he was a child.
However, he had no aversion to such education.
As a Transcendence from a world without any mysterious elements, he suddenly arrived in a world he longed for.
His starting point was not the miserable beginning of a nobody's counterattack; with top-tier resources at his disposal, he naturally showed great enthusiasm for cultivating supernatural powers.
But ultimately, he still had questions about Grayfia's urgency.
After all, at his status, the level of strength truly wasn't that important.
His identity alone, among the Devil community, was already at the absolute pinnacle of the pyramid.
Even if he were a cripple, no Devil would dare to look down on him.
Just like those pure-blooded elders, some of those old-fashioned fellows might only be High-Class Devils, yet they are still existences that even Satan Classs dare not easily deny.
At the Devil Council, they are also one of the important forces that contend with the Four Great Demon Kings.
"Regarding this, you don't need to ask anymore."
"This is an agreement between me and First Generation Asmodeus, just listen to me and work hard to improve yourself."
Grayfia's attitude softened; she herself was well aware that because of her pressure, Virion, despite being the heir of a top-tier power, did not enjoy the life he should have as a top-tier heir during his childhood.
While at an age for indulgence, the only thing he did was cultivate.
Other young Devils had long been indulging in carnal desires and enjoying colorful lives.
"It's the same old line again. Then, sister, you at least have to give me a goal."
"What level do you actually expect me to reach?"
He spread his hands helplessly; he had heard such earnest words so many times that his ears were almost calloused, and he didn't want to listen anymore.
Grayfia sighed, her clear pupils fixed on Virion, and she slowly opened her red lips.
"Satan Class. The day you reach the Satan Class level, I will tell you everything about your grandfather's and my agreement."