Ddraig was quite talkative.

After chatting with Ddraig for nearly an hour, Roy came to this conclusion. It was probably because he had been sealed inside the Sacred Gear for a long time.

Roy didn’t communicate with him much at ordinary times, but after Roy suddenly had the idea of chatting, Ddraig’s interest became extremely active.

Chatterbox or not, Roy also learned some characteristics of the dragon species from Ddraig.

Dragons were very pure creatures; they didn’t have any complicated thoughts. They were often straightforward and didn’t think about complicated things, or rather, they didn’t want to think about things in a complicated way.

They ate when they wanted, slept when they wanted, and fought when they wanted. Even if it was to destroy the world, they would not hesitate.

It was just like Ddraig and Albion in ancient times. When they fought, they didn’t care what was going on around them. Even when they broke into the battlefield of the Three Factions, they didn’t have the slightest hesitation. No matter what the others did, they still went their own way and only cared about the battle with their old enemy.

Moreover, the more powerful the dragon, the more this was the case. Of course, these powerful dragons were not stupid, just pure or simple.

Chatting with Ddraig for more than an hour, Roy also learned a lot. He not only learned some characteristics of the dragons but also learned about Ddraig’s past.

After finishing the conversation with Ddraig, Roy slowly rearranged the relevant knowledge he had gained.

“Roy, you are too quick to act! Didn’t I tell you to let nature take its course?”

Suddenly, a shrunken version of Azazel appeared in front of Roy; his appearance was more like a virtual projection. This was a magic that Roy had just learned. Both sides of the dialogue could be projected in front of each other, allowing for long distance conversations.

“Azazel, you seem to have made a mistake. It was not I who made a move on Lavinia, but she who made a move on me.” Facing Azazel’s questioning attitude, Roy responded calmly.

“How could that idiot Lavinia have such an idea?” Azazel had an attitude of disbelief.

After he learned that Lavinia had agreed to become Roy’s fiancée, he contacted Roy in a hurry, intending to get to the bottom of it. Although he had no objection to the two entering into a marriage contract, Roy had gotten his hands on her so quickly that he felt something might be wrong.

“Come on.” Roy pointed to his own face and said confidently, “Look at this face. Isn’t it qualified? I don’t believe you can lie with a straight face.”

“Narcissistic brat!” Azazel scolded with a laugh.

“Didn’t Lavinia tell you exactly what happened?” Roy asked.

“After she told me, she cut off the contact in a hurry, saying that some magic formulas hadn’t been solved yet,” Azazel shrugged and said helplessly.

“It was she who ran into my bed in a daze at night…” Roy explained to Azazel how Lavinia went to the wrong room.

“It really sounds like something she would do.” After hearing what Roy said, Azazel showed an indescribable expression, obviously knowing Lavinia’s character very well. With Lavinia’s air headed personality, it wasn’t uncommon for her to go to Roy’s room to sleep when she was sleepy.

“Forget it. Since it’s already like this, then you two can get along well.” Azazel revealed a meaningful smile from the corner of his eyes and said, “If you don’t get along well, Lavinia’s two adopted brothers won’t let you off.”

“Two?” Roy asked suspiciously.

“Yes, indeed.” Azazel smiled and said, “Don’t you know? Besides Vali, there is another person who regards Lavinia as his sister. He is also a Sacred Gear Host. In terms of strength, he is stronger than Vali.”

“If Lavinia hit him, he wouldn’t fight back, would he?” Roy raised his eyebrows and asked.

“Why do you always want Lavinia to hit them?” Azazel’s face was full of black lines.

“It would probably be fun.” Roy smiled, and after chatting with Azazel for a few more words, he cut off the call.

The two days of the weekend passed quickly. Roy was very busy during these two days. Most of his time was spent on magic and Sacred Gear research.

In addition to researching new magic formulas, Lavinia played very well with Akeno and Koneko. According to Roy’s thinking, the two were very good at taking care of children.

After the end of the weekend, Roy and the others went to school, leaving Lavinia in the villa. With two Fallen Angels taking care of her, there would be no problem.

During the lunch break, Rias asked everyone to gather at the ORC.

Except for Ravel, who temporarily stayed with the Phenex clan due to the business cooperation and had not returned from the Underworld, everyone in the Occult Research Club had arrived.

“Let me introduce them. They are now my servants.” Rias smiled and reached out to gesture to the three girls standing beside her. Needless to say, it was naturally Asia, Xenovia, and Irina.

“Yo, it’s the first time meeting you as a Devil.” Xenovia’s voice deliberately carried a touch of vitality, which made people feel that it did not conform to her image.

“A Devil? Your smile is a little too fake,” Roy rolled his eyes.

“Is it bad? It took me a long time to imitate Irina.” Hearing Roy’s words, Xenovia showed distress.

“Why imitate me?” Irina gave Xenovia a strange look.

“Aren’t we supposed to change our way of life?” Xenovia explained, “Now that even our race has changed, I wonder if our personalities need to be changed too. I thought my previous character was a bit dull, so I made reference to Irina’s character. After all, Irina, you are the very energetic kind.”

“That kind of thing can’t be imitated!” Hearing Xenovia’s explanation, Irina was quite speechless and did not expect that she would become the other’s reference.

“Yes, I also feel a little awkward.” Xenovia nodded and said, “I’ll just act according to my previous personality.”

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