"I've heard of you — Sairaorg Bael, the strongest of the new generation of Devils!"
The destructive power wielded by Sirzechs and Rias was in fact a unique ability inherited from the Bael family.
This was because both their mothers were once noble ladies of the Bael house.
But what Vitan truly understood — and what made him pay close attention to Rias and Sirzechs — wasn't just because Seraforg was the Bael heir.
It was because he was the first Devil in the entire Underworld to become the heir of the Bael family despite not inheriting its unique family ability.
"You overpraise me. After meeting you, I feel that being called the number one of the new generation is merely an empty title."
Despite his rugged and wild appearance, Sairaorg's tone and mannerisms were actually quite proper.
The two clasped hands lightly.
In that instant —
Sairaorg's aura changed completely.
A shocking fighting spirit and battle will surged from his body!
"To have a descendant of the Devil King's bloodline as an opponent is truly impeccable."
That was a fearless smile—clearly, Vitan's bloodline didn't bring fear to Sairaorg, but excitement.
It was the kind of smile a seasoned hunter reveals only when facing worthy prey.
"A true aura of determination! I can tell—you've gone through extremely harsh training."
The man in front of him was a rare case.
Because devils training themselves is an extremely rare thing.
After all, devils live far longer than humans.
At the very least, in the Underworld, devils who die of old age don't exist.
With lifespans of tens of thousands of years, devils naturally grow stronger over time just by staying alive.
Wasting such long, glorious years on training the body—it seems like such a waste.
Moreover, compared to their bodies, devils value magical power far more.
The purer the bloodline, the stronger the natural talent in magic. Therefore, as long as pureblood devils survive, they continue growing stronger.
That's why devils who undergo physical training are incredibly rare.
"To be able to fight a devil like you, who knows himself clearly—it's a good chance to test all these years of training."
He had a feeling that this battle with Sairaorg would let him go all out.
He reached for the Radix hanging around his neck.
"It's time, Radix!"
"Yes, Master!"
A gentle, elegant female voice came from the palm of his hand.
"Connecting to the Library of Gluttony—theme execution—"
Astonishing magical power instantly burst out from Vitan, so dense it warped the surrounding space.
Pure white mist engulfed him, and the sound of chains shattering echoed in the air.
Sairaorg's expression grew serious as he stared at the hazy white mist. For some reason, his wild instincts were screaming that something overwhelming was about to appear.
Yet despite the seriousness in his expression, there was no fear in him—only indescribable joy.
The white mist slowly dispersed.
What emerged was Vitan, who had just been shrouded in the fog.
Compared to before, aside from his face, Vitan's entire outfit had changed from head to toe.
He wore a long, black open-collar coat, revealing his firm yet perfectly proportioned chest. His lower half was fitted with matching black pants and something akin to tactical boots.
Golden thread-like patterns adorned the collar and sleeves as decorative accents.
The magic book-like object that had caught Sairaorg's curiosity earlier had disappeared.
"What was that thing just now? Some kind of special Sacred Gear?"
Sairaorg stretched his limbs and asked curiously.
Pureblood devils can't gain the favor of Sacred Gears—but with someone like himself as an obvious exception, it was the first possibility that came to mind.
"It's different from a Sacred Gear. But if you want to treat it as one, I don't mind."
There's no way a mere Sacred Gear could compare to Radix Astil.
Even though Radix's current abilities couldn't yet rival the legendary Longinus recorded in history...
Still, even the strongest Longinus at most could push someone to the level of a Super Devil.
Radix's potential for growth was immeasurable.
At least as of now, even he couldn't gauge its limit. If things went according to Radix's plan, after achieving the fusion of the Seven Sins, who knows what level he could reach.
"I see. Then let me be the judge of that myself!"
As his words fell—
Boom!
With a tremendous blast of force, Sairaorg stomped the ground. The arena, already in ruins from Rias and Sona's earlier battle...
Caved in even deeper beneath Sairaorg's eruption, debris flying, cracks spreading like spiderwebs from the impact point.
His whole body shot forward like a cannonball, streaking through the air with explosive sound toward Vitan.
"So fast!"
On the spectator stands, Yuuto Kiba—holding the Knight piece—had a drastic change in expression.
The Knight is a devil piece that boosts speed, but even so, Yuuto felt like that figure was completely beyond his reach.
"As expected, Cousin's strength is still overwhelming. I just wonder how long he can hold out against Cousin."
Rias never once believed that Vitan could defeat her cousin.
So what if he had the bloodline of the former Devil King? The current Underworld had long proven that bloodline wasn't absolute. Otherwise, it wouldn't be her brother sitting on the Devil King's throne today.
"Yeah! Hopefully, he can push Sairaorg-sama to reveal more of his true power."
Sona also showed her agreement with Rias's statement.
And in her eyes danced the same kind of fiery excitement as Rias's.
Although she usually kept a low profile, Sona harbored tremendous ambition deep in her heart.
That ambition was to stand at the very top of the Rating Games, seize the number one spot, and then use her power to fulfill her ideals.
And the first obstacle to achieving that goal was the towering mountain in front of her:
The strongest new-generation devil—Sairaorg Bael!