A few days flashed by.
Everyone knew about Sona's situation, and sent their blessings.
Of course, this also led to the fact that since both masters had their fill, the rest of them should now show off their unique skills. Next up was the great battle between Sona's and Rias's peerages.
Abel slowly woke up from the bed.
Familiar ceiling, familiar room.
Feeling the softness in his palm, Abel's hands became itchy and he began to rub.
"Ngh..."
A soft moan pulled Abel's thoughts back. He turned his head and saw Erica lying beside him, with his hand resting on her chest.
Erica, with a shy expression, leaned close to his ear. "My King, is it comfortable?"
Unfortunately, he was not Kusanagi Godou; he was a thorough carnivore.
Looking at Erica, Abel smiled faintly. "Not bad, very soft."
This made Erica's face flush slightly. Her teasing backfired, but she wasn't angry, as she had long been Abel's possession.
Erica remembered the purpose of her return and took out a stone.
Looking at the object in front of him, Abel knew that a battle with Athena was unavoidable.
"This is Gorgoneion."
"Master, you recognize it?"
"Of course, this is a divine artifact imbued with Medusa's divine power."
Abel leaned closer to Erica. "But Erica, you've brought me a problem."
Hearing Abel's words, Erica's face turned pale.
Would this thing really cause trouble for her King?
Just as she was about to explain, Abel took the Gorgoneion, felt the divine power within it, and played with it in his hand.
"But it's manageable, no need to worry, but still, what needs to be punished must be punished."
"Hehehe."
While Abel was disciplining Erica.
Downstairs.
Grayfia was drinking tea and chatting with a mature woman with light golden hair.
This woman was Lucretia Zola, the highest rank Witch on the Earth, the Witch of Sardinia, Scholar of the Gods, the strongest Witch in Italy.
Regarding her specific age, she knew Grayfia, and their relationship was quite good. Lucretia was probably just a tiny bit younger than Grayfia.
"Long time no see, Grayfia."
"Lucretia, long time no see. Tell me, how did a Witch who never leaves her home manage to come here?"
"You're really merciless."
Lucretia put down her teacup, looked at Grayfia with a resentful expression, then sighed, "Of course, I came to seek refuge. It's so boring staying home alone."
Grayfia looked at Lucretia's face, full of disbelief.
The person who used to frequently summon her would be bored? She must be kidding.
Under Grayfia's gaze, Lucretia said helplessly, "No choice, who made the little guy I fancied just disappear like that?"
Lucretia leaned closer to Grayfia. "But your King is very interesting. A Godslayer in a devil's body, this is the first time I've seen it. So, I rushed here to join you."
Grayfia nodded.
That was indeed the character of the person in front of her. She wanted to get involved in anything interesting she encountered.
However, if she could trick this person into becoming Abel's queen, it might not be bad either.
"So you're interested in Master?"
Lucretia's cheeks flushed slightly, and she cleared her throat. "Sort of, he has many things that attract me."
"I think you're just looking for a man."
"Cough cough! Don't say it if you see through it, we're still good friends." Lucretia said with a blush.
Then she became serious. "Actually, I want to see what kind of surprise a devil who became a Godslayer will bring me."
...
Soon, Abel came downstairs with Erica. Seeing Lucretia, he wasn't surprised, as the wind had just told him the news.
And Abel already knew that he had probably replaced Kusanagi Godou, so Lucretia's attention had shifted to him.
A devil who became a Godslayer was much more interesting than her old friend's grandson, not to mention her old friend's grandson was already gone.
Downstairs, the moment she saw Abel, Lucretia instinctively activated her ability, wanting to see what was different about the person in front of her.
After all, her Spirit Vision could read information about gods, so she should be able to read Abel, who was a devil.
As Spirit Vision unfolded, the moment she looked at Abel, her magic power was rapidly drained and she couldn't see anything.
Lucretia, drained of strength, leaned on the sofa, sweat on her forehead dampening her long hair, giving her a unique charm.
Looking at Lucretia in this state, Erica wanted to say something but couldn't.
She was disrespectful to the King, but she had already paid the price.
That was a Witch of centuries, yet with just one glance, her magic power was completely drained.
"My King, she..."
"It's nothing, she just tried to look at something she shouldn't have, and after seeing nothing, she ended up like this."
Grayfia rose and stood behind Abel.
Lucretia was a little helpless. Indeed, curiosity killed the cat.
Abel remained silent, observing the strongest Witch of Italy in front of him.
It had to be said that mature women like Grayfia and Lucretia were incomparable to young girls. But one thing at a time.
The person in front of him still had to pay a price. After all, he was not only a Godslayer but also a devil.
"My apologies."
Lucretia, without strength, looked at Abel with a helpless smile. "I hope the King will pardon my impoliteness."
Abel showed a playful smile.
A Witch actually dared to spy on a transmigrator who was both a Godslayer and a devil, truly bold.
"As a King, I can forgive your impoliteness."
Abel looked at Lucretia, revealing his true colors. "But as a devil, I am very petty, so the price must naturally be paid."
After all, wouldn't it be interesting to turn the strongest Witch into a devil?
And regarding Grayfia's conversation with her, he had known it early on. Since she was interested in him, he couldn't let her go.
Lucretia asked, "What kind of price do you wish for me to pay?"
Abel's lips curved upwards, his eyes carrying a hint of slyness. "Miss Lucretia, are you interested in reincarnating as a devil?"
"Do i still have a choice?"
"After all, I am at your mercy right now, aren't I? Do you want to taste this body of mine now, King?" Lucretia said, even winking at Abel.
Abel was a healthy young man. And this witch dared to challenge the dignity of a King, this simply wouldn't do.
Thinking this, Abel looked at the immobile Lucretia in front of him, then leaned in closer.
"Really? Then I must properly savor the taste of a witch."
"Wait… Mmm..."
Saying that, he pinched her chin and kissed her. He needed to properly appreciate this.
Lucretia hadn't expected him to be so bold. But since she couldn't resist, she might as well enjoy it.
Just as she thought this, magical power washed over her body. This was the first time Lucretia felt such abundant magical power within her, this power caressed her entire body like a hand.
She subconsciously touched her abdomen. This feeling was so satisfying.