Chapter 7: The Innocent Miss Ravel

Chapter 7: The Innocent Miss Ravel

In the center of the plains stood a vast castle. Up close, the castle's grandeur surpassed its distant view, blending modern and medieval styles perfectly, much like the Asmodeus family.

The castle itself spanned several hundred meters, gleaming white with not a speck of dirt or dust on its walls or floors.

This was the Gremory territory, home to the pure-blooded demon family, the Gremorys, and their main stronghold. Today, the Gremory family was hosting a banquet for young demons.

In the opulent dining hall, a long table was laden with a variety of delicacies, some unique to the human world and others exclusive to the underworld, enjoyed only by demons.

The Gremory family had gone to great lengths to ensure that even the pickiest eaters could find no fault with the food. Of course, even if there were complaints, no one dared to voice them against the Gremory family, which had produced the most powerful demon in the entire demon race: Sirzechs Lucifer.

In the banquet hall, various demons mingled, holding wine glasses and engaging in lively conversation, rather than sampling the food. This was typical behavior for the young demons present, all of whom hailed from pure-blood families. They could enjoy such delicacies at home anytime. Networking and building connections were clearly more important.

"Hey, have you heard? The head of the Asmodeus family is supposed to attend the banquet this time."

A group of young ladies from pure-blood demon families gathered together. One of them, a voluptuous demoness with gray hair and a revealing outfit, spoke up.

"Really? Isn't he known for never attending such events?" another demoness with purple hair and an equally revealing outfit said, swirling her wine glass skeptically.

As she laughed, her ample bosom quivered slightly.

"It should be true! After all, Miss Rias is Sirzechs' sister. Even he would likely show respect to the Demon King," said a young demoness dressed in a conservative, elegant gown, her golden hair styled into twin drills. Though she appeared to be only fourteen or fifteen, her figure was far more developed, her conservative dress straining to contain her ample chest. She nervously clutched her skirt as she spoke.

"You're overthinking it, Ravel. The head of the Sitri family only sent a gift for the second daughter's banquet," another demoness retorted sharply, causing Ravel to emit a small, animal-like whimper.

"Speaking of which, isn't he around thirty years old now?" a previously silent demoness suddenly remarked, her eyes gleaming with a mysterious light.

"So what, Berith?" the purple-haired demoness asked, rolling her eyes. But as their gazes met, she suddenly understood Berith's implication and smirked.

"If that's the case, I really need to make an effort tonight."

Everyone present was sharp-witted. Even those who hadn't initially understood now grasped Berith's meaning. The gray-haired demoness who had first spoken bluntly retorted, "You already have a fiancé, and you still have such thoughts? Unbelievable."

"If he were interested, Ravel would have a better chance," she added.

"Focalor, what are you saying?" Ravel blushed deeply, fidgeting shyly. Such a reaction was rare among the bold and licentious demon community.

"See, it's that innocence that even makes me want to fall for her!" Berith, unfazed by Focalor's jab, stretched her graceful body and said leisurely, "What does it matter if I'm engaged? If I really hooked up with him, my family would naturally annul my previous engagement."

She glanced at the blushing Ravel with her lustful eyes. "I don't deny that Ravel's innocence is attractive to men. But who knows, he might prefer a woman skilled in bed..."

Her pink tongue lightly licked her lips, contrasting sharply with the innocent Ravel.

At that moment, a strange red teleportation array lit up at the entrance of the Gremory castle. From the center of the array emerged the man the demonesses had been discussing: Vitan Asmodeus. The Gremory family retainers immediately surrounded him.

Vitan took out the invitation Grayfia had given him and handed it to the retainers.

"Apologies, Lord Vitan! Please follow me to the hall," the head guard said respectfully, kneeling on one knee after checking the invitation.

"Lead the way," Vitan replied, following a few steps behind the head guard.

"It's rare for you to attend such a banquet, Master," remarked Radix, who was in the form of a grimoire hanging around Vitan's neck.

"It's no surprise. Rias is Sirzechs' sister. Since it's her debut, I decided to attend if I had the time," Vitan thought. He had only sent a gift for Sona Sitri's debut because he was busy with his magic research.

The head guard opened the door but did not enter, standing respectfully to the side. "Lord Vitan, please enter."