Having a Class was important, as was attaining higher-ranked masteries. I don't want to end up like Ophis, having Class, but her power usage was almost nonexistent. That was why it was essential to train and continue mastering your power.

"Now on the other list. I believe Lord Zekram has informed you that I will be commencing an expedition to the Dimensional Gap, right?"

I asked slowly as I looked at Venelana, who was quietly sipping her tea.

"Yes, he said. After I reach Ultimate-Class, the same could be said about you."

Venelana nodded her head.

"Have that old man told you more precise information about that plane? He told me that it was some kind of newly birthed on in the Dimensional Gap. Still, I am a bit reluctant to believe him."

I grumbled a bit.

"On this, he was truthful. Civilization there is some kind of tribal one. It is inhabited by some race of beastmen and even some humans. Interestingly, they only follow the path of strengthening their bodies; grandpa sends a few scounts there. Magic users are really scarce, only some shamans in bigger tribes above 5,000."

Explained Venelana.

"If you sent some scounts there, how strong is the civilization there?"

I asked the most important question here.

"Relatively weak, we have discovered only several Ultimate-Class chieftains and one Ultimate-Class shaman, though, in terms of combat prowess, they should be far weaker than even initial Ultimate-Class in Draconic Deus."

Said Venelana. When I heard it, I was satisfied. Even though there might be Ultimate-Class in terms of Class, energy reserves or body strength wasn't all. If you don't have advanced magic knowledge, weapon mastery, or something similar, you can't properly utilize your own strength.

So if we are talking about some primitive tribal civilization, all of their combatants would be weaker compared to those of the same level in more advanced planes.

"That is good. When both of us are Ultimate-Class, we could invade that world. I will be taking three of my Generals; all of them are Ultimate-Class. At least one of the magicians that Lord Zekrma would be sending should be Ultimate-Class, right?"

I asked.

"Yes. Of the Dantalion line, very experienced in Norse, Olympian, White, and Black Magic. Especially in Dimensional Spells. That would be together six Ultimate-Classes."

Six Ultimate-Class people were enough for primitive tribal civilization. All of Ultimate-Class were elite combatants, so theoretically, everything should go all right unless we encounter unexpected circumstances. And then my Mechanical Legion would expand exponentially.

"Good. Unfortunately, I don't have any magicians on the Ultimate-Class."

Unfortunately, not many devils were masters of magic. Only a few had Ultimate-Class magicians that were well-versed in magic.

From what I have observed, a common way of fighting among ordinary devils without a Clan Trait or any other unique ability was just throwing some weak spells created with Devil Magic around. At the same time, if you are out of energy reserves, you go for close combat.

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It was far worse compared to Angels and Fallen Angels; they at least have basic knowledge of the usage of their racial magic. Still, it was understandable among devils, as for common devils, it was very hard to learn advanced usage of Devil Magic without being subjected directly to someone of Nobility.

Devil Nobles hoarded and guarded the knowledge, not talking about an advanced magic system that was superior to Devil Magic; they won't reveal anything as they feared that the common devil might one day surpass them.

Another foolishness that needs to be eradicated completely.

"How do you like tea, Venelana?"

I asked while sipping my tea. Tea harvested from Three Realms or a dimensional world belonging to the Hindu Pantheon was the best one.

"It is delicious. Grandpa often drinks tea harvested from Celestial Court, but he is such cheap stake and never shares."

Pouted Venelana sadly.

"You are aware that one gram is sold for more than 20,000 Soul Coins? To make such a cup of tea, usually 2 or 3 grams are used, so between 40,000 to 60,000 Soul Coins are used. It's extra expensive, mainly due to its calming effect and nourishing effect on the soul. Meaning you would have a better affinity for magic or any energy-based arts."

I explained as Venelana's expression turned to shock. A cup of tea for 60,000 Soul Coins was such an extravagant thing that people who could afford it in Underworld could be counted on one hand. Of course, most Noble Houses are not good at making money.

The pay of an ordinary Middle-Class soldier was somewhere between 1,000 to 1,500 Soul Coins monthly. So one cup of tea was 60x times that. Of course, soldiers were one best-paid professions in the Underworld.

"No wonder it is so expensive."

Remarked Venelana as she enjoyed the tea.

"Yes, but the effects are good, and the taste of the tea is best. Of course, tea from Takagahamara is also top-notch. Next time, I can brew that one, or perhaps one from Hindu. I have a rather wide tea leaves collection."

I said casually while enjoying my tea on this peaceful day.

We spent the rest of the afternoon chatting about mischievous and mostly rather unimportant things. I found out that almost nothing changed about my communication skills, as the only things I could converse fluently were politics, magic, and research.

Fortunately, Venelana noticed my social "skills," and she took the lead in the conversation to avoid that awkwardness since that often happens on dates probably. I never had one in my life, so I can't really talk from experience.

As the sun was setting, Venelana was soon going home, and as a proper gentleman, I decided to send her out.

As we were nearing the entrance to the Fuerig Castle, Venelana turned to me and stared at me for several seconds before opening her mouth to say something.

"I enjoyed today very much. Hopefully, we can repeat it soon."

Said Venelana as she leaned over and kissed my cheek before teleporting away, leaving me frozen like a salt pillar for the next ten minutes.