This time, my fight got uploaded to Devil Net, and people were going crazy over a few of my abilities.
Especially the regeneration, Cleave, and Dismantle.
Using Deathly Sentence would've been way too much.
Latia was considered one of the strongest of the younger generation.
Without my regeneration, I'd probably have died from internal bleeding.
I was in Sirzechs's office: "You really put on a show, but now even stronger women are challenging you in Rating Games. The clan pressure's ramping up, too. A lot of people knew your bloodline had mutated, but they had no idea you had this many abilities. You're gonna be even more desirable now."
"How important is that, really? Worst case, they try to interfere with my lawyer career. Do they think I'll go broke? I've got enough money to live like a king for five hundred years without even trying."
I'd taken a fat stack from Marius, cases paid big, plus my clan vault.
Even if I went full luxury mode, I couldn't burn through it in five centuries.
Sirzechs crossed his arms. "It's a matter of principle… By the way, you know Serafall, right?"
"I mean, I haven't exactly planned a personal meeting. Also, I might cause you some trouble soon."
Sirzechs frowned: "Why?"
"I've got new intel on the old Maou faction. I'm not telling you what it is. Just accept it."
He pressed a hand to his forehead: "…Fine. I trust you, so I won't pry. Back to Serafall—her sister Sona thinks Rating Games are unfair, dominated by noble devils, no real justice. Sona wants to open a school to properly train devils. I suggested Serafall consult you on the legal side and the whole concept."
"That's completely idiotic. You can tell her sister she's thinking like a democrat. Legally impossible too. And if she actually grows up and steps on the noble devils' toes, no matter how strong she gets, they'll eat her loved ones from the shadows. You know this better than anyone."
My father was one of those cases.
When I say noble devils, I mean the old Maou faction remnants.
I stood up and teleported home.
Right now, I am focused on something completely different.
I was close to pinpointing Ingvild Leviathan's location—and I was gonna find her.
She'd be a huge help later.
Hidden under the sea with layers of magic, but to me, it was starting to stand out.
My magic was probably already at Arch-Mage level anyway.
Hiromi Higuruma's talent wasn't a joke, and in this world, with a devil's body and potential boosts on top—what more could I ask for?
Besides Ingvild, possible peerage candidates… Lavinia Reni, maybe.
And I have a plan for five clans from Slash/Dog—I could probably judge them too.
They're basically this world's Zen'in clan.
All of them act like Naoya.
Max speed, no damage, man.
Instead of wiping out all five clans, I'd just judge their leaders.
Then I'd give a warning to whoever gets chosen as the new head and walk away.
I don't think I'm some cool guy.
I just do what I'm good at, and I'm definitely not invincible.
Serafall was a well-known model, had a massive Devil Net followers—and yeah, I was one of them.
Beautiful woman, no doubt.
But I know she could lightly touch me and put me on death's door, and I'm not thrilled about that.
That's why I mess with Grayfia—at least she wouldn't attack me on sight, and I can use her as a marriage shield.
If she actually said yes, my hands and legs would probably shake.
It'd put me way too much in the spotlight.
I'm already visible, but nowhere near Sirzechs's level.
Outside the devil faction, people like me aren't that important.
Someone like Rizevim probably has plans involving me, but I'm not letting that happen.
Because I'm making my own moves too.
I'm just waiting for his first move.