"Azril... are you and Sister Jibril friends?"
Theresia asked curiously, "If the injuries take that long to recover, why fight to such an extent?"
"That idiot and I are hardly friends~"
Jibril pouted, "When it comes down to it, the Flugel only has kin and non-kin; the concept of 'friend' doesn't exist."
"Of course, Little Rias is an exception~"
Rias: "If anything, it's more of a sisterly relationship, because all Flugel members originated from the War God Artosh, so they can be said to share a common father."
"Eh?!"
Theresia said in surprise, "Even if they conflict, sisters wouldn't try to kill each other, would they?"
"That guy looked down on me, so teaching her a lesson is only natural, right?"
Jibril said matter-of-factly.
"@Theresia van Astrea, first, I need to correct a few misconceptions you have."
Rias said, "First: The Flugel are not normal people. For them, war and slaughter are everyday occurrences and perfectly natural. Second: Their lifespan is endless. As long as the injury can be healed, a few years means nothing to the Flugel."
"Hmm, that's hard to understand."
Theresia: "Isn't peace good?"
Rias: "If humans cannot even understand each other, how can different races understand one another?"
"Everyone has different values. Some like magic, some like swordsmanship, some like peace, some like fighting, and some enjoy the pleasure of slaughter."
"You don't need to worry about others. Just do what you like, and being true to yourself is enough~"
Theresia: "Hmm, I understand now. Thank you, Little Rias~"
Hmm... huh?
Why does everyone add 'Little' when calling me?
Rias was puzzled. She shouldn't be the youngest in the group, right?
There are also some people who don't look young, but are actually very young psychologically.
This is truly... miraculous~
Unohana Retsu: "Liking flowers and liking slaughter are not mutually exclusive."
"Is that so..."
Theresia tilted her head, still unable to understand.
Had she met too few people... Jibril: "Is that so? I, for one, think such fragile things are irrelevant."
A race that feeds purely on slaughter is terrifying, no matter when~
Unohana Retsu thought to herself.
"Oh my, who is this?~"
While walking, she was predictably asked about.
Rias's mother, Venelana Gremory.
But this was natural, as Dream's appearance was a body modeled after Rias.
That vivid hair made one instantly think of Gremory.
"Her name is Dream, and she is a Mirror Yokai."
Rias said.
"As expected, there are still plenty of things to complain about."
Dream complained softly, then looked at Venelana and said, "Hello, Madam. I am Dream. You can call me Little Meng, or just Mengmeng~."
"Little Meng, how cute."
Venelana said smilingly, "So this appearance is what my Rias will look like when she grows up? What a beauty~"
"Right? I think so too."
Dream also smiled and said, "Not only is the external appearance excellent, but the interior is also great~"
"She is my child, after all~"
Venelana was also full of pride.
The two seemed to be enjoying their conversation. After all, she is a Dragon God who controls the power of Dream, and her emotional intelligence is quite high.
After chatting for a while, Rias walked toward a certain direction within the territory.
Gasper, Valerie, Toujou Kuroka and her sister, Nelliel, and Rias all lived in one villa.
But the other Shinigami and Hollows, as well as the children Rias brought from the Naruto world, were arranged nearby and managed centrally.
As a pure-blooded Great Noble, Gremory itself would also adopt and educate some promising children.
Uzumaki Naruto and the others were placed there by Rias.
When Rias walked over, she saw more than a dozen children playing on the beach.
Uzumaki Naruto and Gaara, who had been shunned since childhood, were laughing happily, causing Rias to smile faintly.
"That's right. Children don't need to have so many worries. They should just enjoy their childhood in peace."
They were only three years old, barely out of infancy, yet they had to bear the malice of the village.
As for Gaara, even his father treated him as a tool.
Children without love gathered together, feeling warmth from one another.
This was one of the few things Rias could do in her spare time.
Although she did all this just out of boredom, seeing their smiles made Rias feel that the trip was worthwhile.
It wasn't just something she did when bored, but something that genuinely saved people.
Salvation isn't about how many you failed to save, but how many you did save.
As long as she understood this point, Rias would not lose herself.
Watching the children play from a distance, Rias rested her chin in her hand for a while before heading to where Aizen and the others were.
As a 'King', Rias had an obligation to care about the lives of her peerage.
Of course, the Gremory family was also one of the few devils who cared for their peerage instead of treating them as tools or slaves.
"It looks like you're in good shape."
Rias looked at Aizen and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
"Thank you for your concern, Young Lady~"
Aizen showed a gentle smile, pushed up his glasses, and said, "devil culture is very interesting, especially the process of reform, transforming from ruthlessly cruel evil into its current state."
"Then what do you think is the reason for the success of the reform?"
Rias raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
Aizen pondered for a moment and said, "Power."
"Power is the foundation of everything."
"But not everything~" Rias neither confirmed nor denied, then added.
"Arrogance is fine, but constant arrogance will only lead one astray. As long as they possess life, even the omniscient and omnipotent 'Gods' will feel lonely."
"The progress of devils, the bonds between the Devil Kings, and adherence to the greater good of the environment—reform is not the work of one person."
"Don't let power blind you."
The conversation ended there. Aizen's eyes drooped, making it impossible for Rias to discern his thoughts for a moment.
Aizen is a talented individual, he just needs a good beating.
Either he gets beaten and then realizes his mistake.
Or he realizes it early.
Afterwards, Rias went to check on Kisuke Urahara's side. The atmosphere there was fervent, and everyone seemed to be working hard with utmost enthusiasm to improve themselves, striving to smash Aizen's dog head.
Watching them strive, Rias couldn't help but marvel at their enthusiasm.
Conversely, she, as the master, had surpassed them too much, making it difficult to muster such enthusiasm anymore.
But just watching felt pretty good~
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