He pushed the door open and slowly walked down the stairs of the castle. He could hear people talking. His parents most likely. Funny how after settling down a bit he felt completely natural calling them his parents. 

 

** Dining Table **

 

"I told you, we are putting too much pressure on that child. He is already miles ahead of all the the other children of his generation yet he refuses to take a break. He is only 12."

 

"Have I ever forced him to do anything. The only thing that I've expected of him was basic competence. His very excellence has likely become his burden. He can probably intuitively sense the hidden undercurrents of our society."

 

"Then that's our job as parents to reassure him, don't you think so. "

 

He approached the dining table where his parents were seated, having an argument likely about his overexertion. His memories told him his mother was a typical 'mama bear' and his father was the typical 'stoic face' dad. Again it really seemed as if changing races really meant nothing. Even his parents had similar personality to his previous parents.

 

"Let's stop and have this discussion later. He's awake and is coming right now. "

 

"Fine."

 

** MC POV **

 

"Sorry for worrying you mother. "

 

"You should be my son. I have always appreciated you efforts but your recklessness is something that I do not permit." replied the woman who I was talking to. Vanelana Bael currently Gremory though. Striking black hair and a very beautiful but mature face. She was someone who oozed nobility. Still I could pretty much hear the concern from her voice which surprisingly warmed my heart. Something changed in me then. All the worries I had were washed away with this bit of concern and love from this woman.

 

I had heard my parents marriage was a diplomatic marriage between the 2 houses. The Baels married their only daughter to the Gremories as they had the fists but did not have the corresponding political influence to go with. The Gremory's were in the exact opposite situation. Our ancestor is alive but she's been having her beauty sleep since The Great War ended. She does wake up occasionally to meet every new generation cause I am pretty sure I met her when I was five something. Huh, Are these my memories. Damn I really wished I didn't remember these. What's wrong with this old hag with baby face. I feel second hand embarrassment remembering these memories.

 

Anyway while my parents did love each other like in most political marriages, they had a surprisingly excellent camaraderie ship with no Romeo - Juliet scenario. My dad didn't mess around with women despite it being completely normal to have a few mistresses in the devil society. I guess it was due to this they managed to establish a rapport of trust or something. Plus with the new generation of satans deciding to have kids this century, it indirectly meant all noble houses to have their kids within this century if they wanted to have anything to with the next generation of politics or they would be late by a century and all circles would be already formed.

 

And so I was born. Not a complicated environment. Nothing wrong with me being born at all. Just a normal family. Yup, yup. Who am I kidding?

 

Still this didn't stop my parents from loving me. Plus compared to a decade ago, I can really sense their relationship's getting better. There's more love and less respect these days in their conversations these days. So I can say I grew up in a decent environment.

 

"I am proud of what you have become son, yet you yourself seem to be in some kind of rush. Why are you overdoing it. " said my father. His name was Zeoticus Gremory. Dark red hair and a stoic face. A way to perfectly describe his very existence. You might add a bit of handsome but nowhere near me. Yup, definitely not jealous of the beard, definitely not. Important things have to be said twice. 

 

And when I heard him, I flinched. I mean all my previous efforts were because I could clearly sense it. House Bael are fighting House Lucifer for the Satan position. So the old Satans want to restart the war against angels and the fallen to consolidate their authority because what better way other than a war to reunite the race. Only this time, people or should I say the devils aren't having it. No one wants a damn war and the satans can slowly feel their authority being lost. This means all these summons for the children of noble houses to intimidate them and being shown their place by this generation satan descendants. And who to target the best. Obviously it's the kid with the blood of traitors who are trying to rebel but doesn't have enough political backing. Yup that's me. So I endured a lot in the recent sermons. Only last time I snapped badly and fought back for the first time and nearly ended up killing all the 3 of them coming at me together.

 

Luckily I had all the evidence pointing at them. Plus me being a very talented pure blooded devil helped. This means I unknowingly undermined the Satans authority and completely destroyed all their plans. Cause now their descendents look weak which would imply they no longer have the ability to control all the devils in the future. Now the already turbid winds are slowly turning to political maelstorm and I could guess that situation might soon devolve and result in a civil war. And being a 12 year kid I couldn't help but feel guilty for causing such a big mess which resulted in me over practicing and then the explosion I caused.

 

"War" I whispered.

 

"Huh, what do you mean by war" replied my father.

 

"My actions might have caused a war"

 

Hearing my words both my mother and father looked at each other and my mother immediately hugged me.

 

"Oh my boy. Your actions are nowhere near enough to cause a war. I finally understand what your father said. You are really overthinking a lot." she said while smiling looking at my eyes.

 

"The kids playground won't really effect the entire political landscape. You really overthink a lot don't you." said a my father with a smile for the first time in a while.

 

I was a bit downcast cause I knew they were lying. They probably realised it to.

 

** POV end **

 

** Vanelana POV **

 

I saw his downcast face and my heart couldn't help but ache for him.

 

He probably knew the consequences of his actions now and was probably afraid so he tried to do everything in his own way. However again the civil war was bound to happen. His actions may have only accelerated the time from few centuries to a few decades.

 

"Son, the current situation is not about who is wrong and who is right. It is a power struggle between 2 parties. Hence the war was bound to happen. The most your actions have done is simply accelerated the entire process. Moreover you were likely used by those old fellows for the same."

 

As I tried to console him I suddenly realized what I was saying might really be possible. After all the whole point of the gathering of young nobles was already known and even I knew the possibility of him being targeted yet I couldn't do anything. My heart chilled at realization as I looked at my husband and saw him looking at me with a face of understanding.

 

And I believe Sirzechs saw it as well. We both saw Zeoticus's face change from bewilderment to understanding and then to a face of absolute calm. And if not for his aura spikes I truly would have thought he was as calm as he looked. However if there is anything that this marriage of over 2 centuries has taught me about him, the calmer he looked the more angrier he really was.

 

Morever before marrying into Gremory House, I truly thought House Bael was superior and I was sacrificed for family interests and that might have been the truth from my father's perspective however everything changed when I truly got married. Gremory House is probably one of the houses that has hidden itself very deeply. Compared to what the world knew who thought Zeoticus was at the Peak of High Class, I knew very well that he was at the Peak of Ultimate Class and had recently begun to take the next step. While this next step may take thousands of years still it was the truth that he had taken the next step. Moreover, Ancestor Runeas was alive and was someone who had Transcended and already taken the next step. The only reason why she was sleeping was probably due to grief of losing her loved ones and boredom and loneliness. They thought Sirzechs vast mana pool was due to my talent. I knew better.

 

And now I saw it. The man who had hidden everything so deeply was threatening to reveal and destroy everything in his rage. The rage of his son being used as a chess piece in this game of politics.

 

** POV end **

 

As Sirzechs listened to his mother he realized what she said could have been true. His talent had never been explicitly hidden, moreover he recalled the way elder council supported him along with evidence that was already prepared in his favor, it was like everything clicked and fell into place. When he looked at his father's face he saw it was completely calm. But if his ability to read mana was telling him anything then it clearly felt like an explosion desperately suppressing himself. Moreover he felt it this time. His father's mana reserves were definitely larger than him. From what he knew his father's reserves were a lot lesser than him but he always won against him in mock battles due his lack of mana control. But now everything told him that his father was someone who hid deep and very deep, because he felt at least hundred time more mana than him inside his father. What concept was hundred times. He was someone who was born with low class ultimate mana reserves from his birth. And this is something that would continue to increase as his age increases. A hundred times more would mean he was someone who was someone at the minimum of High Ultimate. With the devil world having only 2 known Transcendents the number of High Ultimates were less than 20 in the entire race and all of them were well known individuals.

 

Now he realized that everything that he thought he knew was probably what the world only wanted him to know and to truly understand the world, the only way would be for him to get stronger.