Not only was Millicas enjoying himself but he had been so happy with his grandmother that he spent an even greater amount of time with her than before.
As the years passed and Venelana's relationship with Rias grew distant because of the arranged marriage her relationship with Millicas grew closer because she was the one that defended him from his mother's tyranny.
Events and things that she used to do with Rias slowly became things that she did with Millicas.
Whether it was a tea party with her friends from the war and their families or just a trip to Lillith City for some shopping Millicas always made time for his grandmother without complaint nor delay.
Part of her felt guilty at the time and to this day not only because she knew that she was ignoring her issues with Rias, hoping that one day her daughter would simply outgrow her childish rebellion, but also because spending time with Millicas felt like making up for all the time she didn't enjoy with Sirzechs growing up.
Her eldest had been born in a time of strife and war.
Because of this from the very beginning he had been trained to be strong, to survive in those uncertain times.
His immense power had made it so from an early age the clan and later devil kind as a whole saw his potential.
He was never allowed to be a child.
At the time, the idea of a childhood was not just an afterthought but literally, it didn't even exist yet for Devilkind.
How could it exist when until that time devils as a whole were a race bred for war? For the sole purpose of furthering the ambitions of Lucifer and the four Satans?
So, in some way, Venelana felt like she had gained a second chance by being the type of mother to Millicas that she wished she had been to Sirzechs even if she was his grandmother.
And now she discovers that for all the freedom she had helped him gain she had unknowingly put him in danger.
All because of her selfishness.
From her place behind and at the right of the couch her fellow servants and her dear Master were sitting on Tarte took in the silence that followed after Kiara's story.
Luckily for the group, the other devils in the room haven't realised the duplicity of the retellings so far.
Ruby's answer to the current interrogation had been simultaneously the most complicated and the easiest one.
The younger girl didn't need to truly lie about how she met their master but simply twist some key facts of the story as a whole.
Which was a blessing as Ruby Rose was the worst Lair Tarte had ever had the pleasure of meeting in her life.
It was only thanks to her Lord sharing his Covert Talent that made it so their pawn could even make the small altered details of her answer believable.
For her part, Kiara had an easier time delivering the version of events granted to them by the Paper Trail on how she met their master, in Tarte's considerably limited understanding of magus society as a whole the art of lying and misdirection was a natural talent for them more akin to a survival instinct than a learned trade.
Knowing that sooner rather than later it would be her turn to answer the question, the consummate assassin easily and methodically prepared herself for the performance.
To lie to others, one must first lie to themselves. This simple principle was the key to how to deliver lies to others.
A skill that the blond maid had learned early on during her training under House Tuatha Dé in the art of infiltration.
"Tarte-san, how did you meet Mi-chan?" asked Rias with apparent excitement at the next tale.
From the shifting of her eyes, the twitching of her hands alongside the uneven gradation in the red-haired girl's voice a dozen other physical and social queues Tarte could easily read what her lord's aunt/sister was truly feeling.
'Distressed by the silence but unable to realize the reason for it.
She is uncomfortable and trying to move the conversation along to distract the other members of her family. Even though she is still truly invested in my answer.'
Looking to the side of the room and making her face blush in apparent embarrassment, an easy trick to pull by an assassin, Tarte answered Rias' question.
"it's complicated Miss Rias." The maid´s tone of voice silently pleaded with the heiress to drop the subject but convened the idea that it was out of perceived indignity at others knowing the answer.
"Come now Tarte-san! It can't possibly be as bad as Mi-chan seducing a nun away from the church and a little girl to a dark alleyway."
Rias, eager to know more about her brother's friends and looking for a distraction, couldn't help but joke in an attempt to lighten the mood.
As Tarte expected from him, her master must had a sour expression on his face at the way Rias described his previous actions considering the focused looks that his mother and grandmother gave him before she responded to Rias' inquiry.
The best course of action was to deliver her story in a way that would forcefully distract the elder devils from their inner turmoil.
"I met Master Millicas while attempting to assassinate him" The blond knight replied shamefully.
The reactions that her answer got were well whiting Tarte's expectations.
Thou the grand majority of her audience was stunned with expressions of disbelief at her confection, the devilish auras of the 3 women sharing the couch on the other side of the table flared violently as they processed the new information.
For a moment her finely tuned survival instincts informed Tarte of the imminent danger she found herself in as the anger of the Gremory family threatened to spill over into violence.
The temperature inside the room dropped quickly and while only Rias was visibly surrounded by her aura Venelana's fingernails had gone from the bright red of her nail polish to a nebulous crimson and black shine that depicted the power of destruction.