Six Months.

I was lying on my bed with my legs crossed and arms behind my head looking at the black ceiling of my bedroom, thinking of all the things me and Vergo did. While I did this, Vergo was sitting on a chair reading a book.

Both our appearances were different but somethings were the same. My short silver hair and eyes were the same but my body became more defined and with a few scars.

What changed the most in Vergo was his haircut, since I basically forced him to change it. Now he was using the same cut he had in the series with his sunglasses.

'It has been 6 months since I returned with Vergo. Every single day, we trained like mad men. Every day we climbed mountains that were bigger than Mount Fuji, the wonders of having a gigantic territory, when we reached the top, we would punch the air 10,000 times and spar until one of us lost consciousness.

When that happened, the winner would carry the loser all the way down. The advantage of being in the Gremory Castle is that we have top notch healers available. We used that to our advantage. We would fight until we were almost dead.

Then the healer would patch us back to life. And in the next day we would do the same thing. The healers were becoming more and more frustrated, however, there was nothing that they could do. They served the Gremory family, they had to heal us.

If I died, they would pay a heavy price for this. With Nyarlathotep's guidance, I managed to increase my magic control and power hugely. While I may never admit it, I began to think of Nyarlathotep as my own family. As an elder sister that cares for me.

While she is a little bit twisted in the head, not like I can talk about her, I am the same.' I smiled. 'Lately, some interesting rumours were spread throughout the castle. Rumours that I mistreat my servants. It is like these Devils never heard of the word training.

While my family treated this as nonsense, since it was obvious that we were training, after a while they started to get suspicious. Every single day we came back from our training and Vergo was half-dead, they began to question me about the rummors.

It is not like I care. Worse comes to worse, I will just have to get rid of my Devil identity, go to another world to train and come back to kill everyone.' My train of thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

*Knock*. *Knock*. *Knock*.

"Oemitsu-sama, Sirzerchs-sama and Grayfia-sama awaits your presence in the dinning hall" I heard a maid saying.

Turning to face Vergo, both of us had surprised faces.

"It has been ages since I have been invited to a dinner with them. What do you think?" I asked him while climbing out of the bed.

Closing the book and taking his glasses off, he said. "Maybe it is to question you about the rummors." He rested the book on top of his crossed legs.

"Fufufufufu. How amusing." I smiled before going to my closet.

'Over the last 6 months, Vergo has grown quite muscular and taller. The little malnourished boy is no more. While Vergo is a Low Class Devil in terms of magic, he can probably face a normal Middle Class Devil and win, I am in Middle-Middle Class Devil.

Both of us had estabilished our bases and the only thing left id to go through life and death situations to force our bodies to breakthrough and become stronger.

It is almost time to go to another world, since Nyarlathotep said that travelling to another worlds allow us to get rewards that will make us stronger. If this was not enough to convince me, she also told me that I can get the Ito-Ito no Mi. My favorite Devil Fruit. However, one thing at a time.' I looked at myself in the mirror and combed my hatefully colored hair with a comb.

I had my black suit with a red tie and a scar that could be seen on my skin, all the way up to my neck. Turning to Vergo, I asked.

"Are you ready?" I saw that he was using a white suit.

After being trained, Vergo is now educated in high class society.

"I'm ready to destroy a party. Do I need to take the sword?" He asked.

"Fufufufufu. You don't have a sword." A wicked smiled appeared on my lips.

'Vergo truly has unlimited potential. He didn't knew how to fight decently 6 months ago, now he is better than me in hand to hand combat. If I don't use magic, I wouldn't be able to win that fight.

The big scar I have was made by him. While I could have it removed, I refused to. I wore it as a badge of honor. As something that shows that Vergo is finally a warrior not a child that he used to be and that I recognize him as one.' I thought while walking to the door.

Vergo walked in front of me and opened it.

"Let's destroy that dinner." The wicked smile never left, and will never leave, my lips.