"Eh, Master, you want to see Beatrice?"
Emilia blinked. "That's impossible unless you find the right opportunity door."
"Or unless Beatrice shows herself voluntarily. Otherwise, no one can see her."
"Master, you aren't plotting something with Beatrice in mind, are you?"
Ram, carrying black tea, looked at Ayato suspiciously.
"Is there a problem?"
Ayato said righteously, "You should all know that I am serious about having a harem."
Ram retorted, "You didn't lay a hand on all those Cursed Children. I thought you weren't interested in little girls, Master."
"Who said that? I just have higher moral standards."
Ayato smiled. "If it's a four-hundred-year-old legal loli, I won't hold back."
Rem: "..."
What was all this?
Why was their conversation so hard to understand?
"Alright, I'll take a walk myself. Maybe Beatrice will appear before me willingly."
Ayato waved his hand. "Right, Ram, I'll leave Shigure in your care."
"Yes, Master."
Ram bowed slightly.
Poke poke.
Rem poked Ram's shoulder and said quietly, "Sister, don't you think you should explain to me what's going on?"
"Like, what's the deal with that man?"
"I haven't told you?"
"Did you?"
"Haha, sorry. I just got back to the mansion and got busy."
Ram scratched her head, then began to explain.
"What? Such a thing happened?"
After a long while.
Rem's mouth was wide open.
That man was actually a Devil.
And her sister and Lady Emilia had both become his servants.
Even her sister's power was gradually recovering.
Although it was very unbelievable for humans and Oni to reincarnate as Devils...
She accepted the answer quite easily.
Because she believed...
That her sister had no reason to deceive her.
As for her sister's change of race...
She didn't mind at all.
She was only sincerely happy.
Her genius sister... was back.
The only thing that bothered her was that such important news... her sister was only telling her now.
Unconsciously.
She clenched her fist.
"Rem, what's wrong?"
Sensing Rem's emotional fluctuation, Ram asked.
Hearing this, a look of determination appeared in Rem's eyes.
"Sister, I also want to become a Devil."
"Eh?"
Ram didn't react for a moment.
She never expected Rem to make such a decision so quickly.
"Rem wants stronger power."
After a moment of silence, Rem spoke. "Only then can I have the strength to take revenge on the Witch Cult."
"Alright. I support you."
Ram rubbed Rem's hair and said gently, "I'll talk to the Master."
"Rem is so cute. I'm sure the Master won't refuse."
On the other side.
Emilia and the others, who had overheard the conversation, all looked at each other with subtle expressions.
It seemed... undeniable.
Twin sisters.
For that pervert master... it would be a miracle if he refused.
Inside the mansion.
There was a magical place called the Forbidden Library.
This was an independent space.
What was special about it was...
The Forbidden Library could freely travel through the entire mansion.
Randomly connecting to countless doors.
Everyone called it the "Opportunity Door."
Under normal circumstances, to enter the Forbidden Library, one had to obtain Beatrice's consent.
To have Beatrice actively reveal the Opportunity Door to the Forbidden Library.
Otherwise...
One would have to rely entirely on luck.
But these...
For Ayato, were easy.
He spread his perception, directly covering the entire mansion, sensing the subtle differences.
"I see. It's here."
Murmuring softly, Ayato came to a large door and gently pushed it open.
This door was clearly a bathroom.
But what appeared before Ayato was a massive library.
As far as the eye could see, there were countless books.
And within such surroundings, a girl as delicate as a porcelain doll sat in a chair.
She had spiral twin-tails, wearing extremely luxurious attire, as if she were a true princess.
At this moment, she was holding a large book, carefully flipping through it.
Sensing Ayato's gaze, Beatrice looked up, revealing deep, ocean-like eyes.
"To intrude into Betty's Forbidden Library without the owner's permission is extremely rude."
"Is that so?"
Ayato shrugged indifferently and smiled. "You didn't even lock the door."
"Doesn't that mean you want to welcome guests?"