The annulment of the engagement was, of course, immediately communicated to Rias the moment it happened.
Naturally, this passionate young lady gave Vitan an unforgettable, fiery night that very evening.
Of course, the situation ended with the young lady being completely unable to get out of bed.
At the same time, Vitan had also sowed countless seeds within her, increasing the chances of the young lady becoming pregnant.
So what is this current Devil patriarch doing now?
Vitan was sitting on a chair, one hand gently resting on the slender calf of a girl, infusing her leg with pure magic at the same time.
"Ah! That feels so good."
Feeling the cool sensation, the girl let out a soft moan involuntarily, and a faint blush appeared on her face.
He gently helped her bandage the wound that he had mostly healed.
"All done. Try moving your leg now and see if it still hurts."
The girl carefully jumped down from the bed and took a few steps back and forth. A surprised expression appeared on her face.
"It really doesn't hurt that much anymore."
There was still a little pain, but it was minimal. Just moments ago, even walking had been difficult for her.
Stars nearly sparkled in the girl's eyes. Before leaving, she remembered something her tennis club girlfriends had asked her to pass on.
"Sensei, tomorrow's the weekend… Are you really not free to go sing karaoke with us?"
"Nope. I don't have time. And you should be resting at home with that injury anyway. Radix, get a spray bottle for this student."
"Understood! Please follow me."
With that cold and authoritative voice, the girl's excitement was immediately doused as if with a bucket of cold water.
This was the current situation in the infirmary of Kuoh Academy.
Still, many injured female students came for treatment every day, no matter how minor.
However, those who had previously come down with lovesickness or mysterious ailments were now completely barred from entering.
"But… letting this room go unused like this is kind of a waste."
Sitting in his office chair, Vitan glanced at the tightly closed side door and let his thoughts drift.
"As expected of Rias's design… I should have her come here one of these days."
Vitan considered himself quite frugal and someone who didn't like to waste the goodwill of others.
Since Rias had so considerately prepared this space for him, he naturally intended to make full use of it.
Cool fingertips pressed against his temples as the scent of gardenias wafted from behind.
"Master… are you thinking of indulging in your physical desires?"
Radix, sitting behind Vitan, asked with a somewhat dazed innocence.
A grimoire was essentially one with its contracted master. Even if it couldn't read his mind exactly, it could still sense his intentions.
"If that's the case, even though I'm just a grimoire, this magic-formed body is no different from a real woman."
That was Radix.
She was always prepared to offer everything to her master—her body, her knowledge, even her life.
Breathing in her floral scent, Vitan closed his eyes, calmly enjoying Radix's service, and then spoke softly:
"While I appreciate your suggestion, let's wait until you've fully grasped the concept of romantic love first. Your former master didn't teach you about this, did he?"
"No, he didn't."
"Lord Deus had no physical needs. My relationship with him was more akin to that of a father and daughter. He created me, and I hold deep reverence for him."
There was no doubt that Radix Astil was the strongest grimoire.
Her ability to learn was astonishing—she could analyze, understand, and master any unfamiliar spell with just a single glance.
But when it came to emotions, she truly needed her new master to guide her personally.
Coincidentally, her previous master had renounced all carnal desires, so naturally, Radix didn't understand why sentient beings found such things appealing.
"So, this is fine for now. Once you've fully grasped these feelings, I'll put you on the bed and train you properly."
With such a gentle, obedient beauty by his side, ready to give everything, Vitan would never let the opportunity go to waste.
The reason he hadn't acted before was simply that he preferred mutual passion.
If the other party didn't react at all, it would feel no different from using a doll.
In the quiet afternoon, the relationship between this master and his grimoire was unusually harmonious.
Eventually, the two of them shut the door, and Vitan lay on the infirmary bed enjoying a luxurious essential oil massage from Radix.
Until—a series of urgent knocks came at the door.
"What's wrong with Koneko?"
Now, what exactly was going on?
The usually calm and reserved Koneko, who always had a strong aversion to anything perverted, was now lying on the infirmary bed.
She was being pinned down by both Akeno and Rias, struggling wildly.
Her delicate and petite face was pressed tightly against the white sheets, flushed as red as a cherry, twisting her body like she was in heat.
Her mesmerizing eyes were filled with a burning desire that seemed ready to consume her.
Not only that—at the foot of the bed lay a pink pair of panties, ripped in half.
Don't get the wrong idea—it wasn't someone else who took them off.
The moment she entered the room, Koneko had broken free from Rias and Akeno's grip and flung them off herself.
If Rias and Akeno hadn't reacted quickly, she probably would've torn off all her clothes.
"It feels like her condition has gotten even worse than before…"
She had been sleeping at home just fine, until Asia called to say something was very wrong with Koneko.
By the time they arrived, Koneko was already delirious, rubbing herself on everything in sight.
So Rias and Akeno brought her to Vitan, believing that with his demonstrated knowledge the other day, he might understand what was happening.
"That's easy—this is probably a nekomata going into heat."