He was indeed a devil, but what did the reputation of those others have to do with him?
"Meow~ Big brother really is different from the other devils."
She retracted her surging magic power, her tone finally easing.
The man in front of her had definitely spoken from the heart—Kuroka could tell.
Perhaps it was due to her childhood experiences, or the special abilities she possessed as a mutated nekomata. Ever since a young age, she seemed to have the power to discern truth and falsehood from a person's tone.
It was precisely because of that, Kuroka temporarily withdrew her hostility. Even the way she addressed him changed to a more intimate "big brother."
"It's nothing. Devils like me might be rare, but we're not that rare either. For example, your sister's current master—Rias Gremory. If you didn't trust Rias, I suppose you would've taken your sister away long ago and cared for her yourself, right?"
Vitan said with a tone full of implication.
"Who knows! Cats in the natural world are inherently cold creatures. Maybe I just wanted to abandon that useless baggage Shirone back then, who knows."
To hide the strange expression on her face, Kuroka deliberately showed a carefree smile.
"Ha… although I don't quite believe that reason, the time we're spending chatting isn't unlimited. Let's get to the point of your visit first." Resting both hands on his golden staff, Bikou curled his lips and prompted Kuroka.
"You're right. So, kind big brother, would you be willing to do me a small favor—let me take my sister away?"
Her tone was very direct. Kuroka's eyes carried a hint of begging, but also a hidden sharpness.
"As expected... after all, she's the companion of my woman. Even if you're her sister, without Rias and Koneko's consent, I can't let you take her away." Vitan also stood up and directly refused Kuroka's request without any hesitation.
"What a shame... I thought big brother, being so understanding, would agree to my small request."
Spreading her arms, the magical energy around Kuroka's body instantly transformed into two completely different energies.
One was Youjutsu (Spirit Art), the other Senjutsu (Mystic Art).
Feeling that overwhelmingly powerful surge, this cat demon had definitely reached the level of an Ultimate-class Devil.
If this power erupted here, this newly built house would likely be obliterated.
"Just watching her is already stressful enough, and now there's another one."
A sharp whooshing sound tore through the air.
A thick red staff in Bikou's hand was extending continuously, and in Vitan's eyes, it was growing larger and larger.
"You two are in such a rush, yet I haven't even finished speaking."
Vitan furrowed his brows. His hands moved without the slightest hesitation. Just as the two simultaneous attacks were about to engulf him—
A massive space magic circle had already spread throughout the entire house, radiating a brilliant blue light.
In the next instant, whether it was Kuroka, Bikou...
Or the attacks they had launched, or even the furniture in the room...
All of it vanished without a trace.
It was as if birds had picked the place clean—so thorough even a thief would cry silently.
Boom—!
Two completely different energies clashed in the air, and the resulting shockwave stirred a fierce storm.
The lawn was ripped up, and the trees were snapped in half by the violent gale.
"This really is an astonishing mastery of space. I didn't even notice what was happening at all."
Lightly leaping onto the only tree that had miraculously survived, Kuroka leaned against its trunk, clutching her ample chest, her expression filled with lingering fear.
"Tell me about it. But luckily, the place we got transferred to isn't dangerous."
Standing on a treetop, Bikou used his Fiery Golden Eyes to scan the surroundings. Finding no sign of others nearby, he let out a slight breath of relief.
"You don't need to praise me so much. I had anticipated this happening, so the spatial transfer spell was already prepared before you entered the room, Kuroka."
Bathed in the daylight, Vitan revealed his spotless figure.
Judging by the looks of it, that explosion from earlier hadn't harmed him in the slightest.
"No, no, that's still amazing. The total activation time was less than 0.2 seconds, wasn't it?"
Kuroka quickly waved her hands, her chest bouncing with the movement.
At the same time, both Kuroka and Bikou once again began channeling their magic, clearly ready to strike again at any moment.
"No need to be so hasty to fight! I told you earlier, I still had things to say, and you just rushed in swinging."
"Ah, that's true, huh, Kuroka." Bikou scratched the back of his head in delayed realization.
"Is that so. Then I truly was rude. Since I got a good impression of you earlier, I'll hear you out." Vitan said.
"Well, I'm thankful that you have a good impression of me. That gives me a little confidence in the proposal I'm about to make."
Vitahn now looked just like a gentle young man—mild, humble, polite—the type that would instantly inspire goodwill in others.
Vitahn shrugged and looked straight into Kuroka's eyes.
"Kuroka, you took your sister away because you wanted to help her grow and suppress her heat period, right?"
"That's right, nya! Although your method to suppress Shirone's heat is quite unusual, it's ultimately only a temporary solution. Over time, it would still cause great harm to her."
"The only real solutions are either her mastering senjutsu to control her energy or finding a male she desires and having a relationship."
Before Kuroka could continue, Vitan took over the conversation. Kuroka was momentarily stunned, then nodded lightly.
"That's right, but right now Shirone doesn't have anyone she desires. So controlling her heat with energy is the only option for now. If you really care about Shirone, then entrusting her to me is the best choice, nya!
Even if you refuse, I'll take her by force."
Kuroka's tone was firm. Vitahn nodded knowingly.
"Which is why, Kuroka—become mine!"