I was in a training room.
I had reinforced this place with runes and magic all over the walls and everything else.
Aside from court cases, this was where I trained.
A crack appeared in my hand, and for some reason, I suddenly felt like Whitebeard from One Piece, but I was trying to transform the ability.
I don't use cursed energy, but I can still make Binding Vows.
My magic was already special, and my potential was just as ridiculous.
I made a Binding Vow, and the crack's property changed—it transformed into something similar to another ability.
Cleave and Dismantle.
Their power depended on my magic and my own talent.
Moreover, in the future, attacks like World Cutting Slash might even become possible.
I trained—both physically and with my abilities—and there was visible progress.
My appearance bore no resemblance to Hiromi Higuruma.
Instead, I looked more like Vergil from DMC, but I was 190 cm tall.
Around here, that counted as very tall.
Because of that, I was getting a ton of devil net messages from girls.
Modern technology existed here, too, and at a young age, I had made investments in things like Bitcoin back in the human world.
Eh, whatever, not important.
I went and took a shower, got dressed, and sat down in my office.
I was going through files, examining evidence, and things like that.
On the corner of the desk, there was a huge pile of letters—most of them from clans trying to pressure or force me into marriage.
Noble devils were already decreasing in number, and a guy like me, who kept rejecting marriage proposals, stood out like a sore thumb to them.
I put on some music from my phone and continued looking through the cases.
A teleportation magic circle appeared in front of me.
There was only one person who could teleport directly here.
"Greetings, Cassien. Working again, as I see," said the red-haired, handsome man.
Sirzechs Lucifer.
"Yeah, if possible, I'm trying to concentrate right now," I replied.
Sirzechs sat down across from me: "So, the exciting life of a lawyer, huh? Well, I'd expect that from the youngest one."
I placed the file on the desk and looked him straight in the eyes: "Who's causing trouble this time?"
"You are the problem itself!!! Do you have any idea how many complaints I've received about you?" he said.
I crossed my arms and put my feet up on the desk: "What exactly are they complaining about? I'm a law-abiding citizen."
"Most noble devils your age are already married or have a peerage, so no one bothers them. But you? You haven't built a peerage, and you don't respond to any marriage proposals. At least give me one reason so I can give them an answer."
I crossed my arms again: "If you really want to marry me off, how about Grayfia Lucifuge? Or Venelana would also work."
Sirzechs threw a file right at my face: "You know damn well Grayfia doesn't want to get married! And now you're going after my mother too?! Fuck you!!!"
Yes, even though Grayfia was still Sirzechs's servant, they weren't married and had no children.
She was definitely a beautiful woman, no question.
"Well then, since the women I love don't love me back, I guess I can't get married. Are you trying to arrange a marriage for me with someone I don't even like—like your sister?" I said.
This time, he sighed.
"Did you just give me an example from Rias? Lawyers really have no mercy… Fine. If you say you won't marry until you find someone you love, the clans will give you an ultimatum."
"Then tell them this: I'll marry the woman who beats me in a Rating Game. 1 vs 1 fight," I said.
Sirzechs put his hand on his chin, looking thoughtful. "I see… You really are insane."
"Justice doesn't care about gender. Neither do my fists," I replied.
Sirzechs let out a deep sigh and disappeared from the room.