The moonlight spilled into the chamber, casting pale silver across the polished floors of the Gremory mansion. Gasper sat by the open window, the night breeze cool against his face.
To the others, he was just a sweet, shy boy — the androgynous, soft-voiced member of Rias's young peerage. But now, with his memories fully returned, that illusion had a limit.
He wasn't just Gasper Vladi.
He was a transmigrator. The master of systems. The architect behind moves no one could see coming.
And the first piece he'd ever moved... was Sachiko Juraku — now wearing the skin and name of Grayfia Lucifuge.
"System," he whispered mentally. "Status report on Reincarnator-01."
A sleek, cool voice echoed in his mind — genderless and mechanical, but responsive only to him.
[Reincarnator-01: Sachiko Juraku]
Host Identity: Grayfia Lucifuge
Synchronization Rate: 100%
Current Location: Gremory Estate
Status: Stable
Host Awareness Level: Full Memory Retention
Progression: Controlled Personality Integration
Assigned Missions Completed: 7/10
Enslavement Potion Status: Locked (3 more missions required)
Demonic Power Growth: +32%
Sachiko had blended into Grayfia's life with surgical precision. She hadn't changed too quickly, hadn't shown signs of personality shift that would raise suspicions. Instead, she moved like a shadow — elegant, cold, and composed.
But Gasper knew who she was. What she wanted.
She didn't care about the Gremorys. She didn't love Sirzechs. The marriage was survival. The servitude was necessity. A legacy of defeat. The Lucifuges, once proud, had been reduced to loyal lapdogs.
Sachiko had inherited all that humiliation.
And she had no intention of staying leashed.
But she was patient. Smart.
She knew that to bring down a giant, you needed to help it stand first.
That's why her current missions were the opposite of sabotage — every assignment was designed to empower Sirzechs and the Gremory household.
Because the stronger he became, the more valuable he would be under her leash.
And because trust was the most efficient poison.
System Interface — Mission Log [Grayfia Lucifuge]
Mission Source: Auto-Assigned by Main System (Approved by System Master)
Completed Missions:
Develop optimized energy transfer arrays for Sirzechs's teleportation network
Draft a successful diplomatic strategy with two neutral noble houses
Train three low-tier devil soldiers to mid-tier combat readiness in under two months
Increase treasury efficiency by restructuring asset reports
Conduct silent audits on potential leaks in Gremory security
Forge alliance documents with demon-aligned businesses in the human world
Recommend and implement battle formations that reduced peerage injuries by 28%
Remaining Missions:
Finalize long-term military logistics for Gremory-Sitri cooperation
Upgrade Sirzechs's personal defense enchantments
Mediate minor conflicts among noble vassals to increase Gremory influence
None of it raised suspicion. On the contrary, everyone praised Grayfia for her tireless efforts. Devotion. Competence. Efficiency.
Sirzechs admired her more than ever.
Which made it easier. When the time came, slipping a single enchanted vial into his wine would be effortless.
But missions weren't just for narrative progression.
They were systemic contracts — completed tasks that generated rewards chosen by the System AI. Once a mission was done, the system created a short list of appropriate rewards, weighted by the mission's significance, complexity, and a hint of luck.
Gasper — as System Master — had full control.
He reviewed both Grayfia's reward options and his own, then picked from the list. He could choose different ones for each of them… but so far, he had chosen the same for both.
It kept things symmetrical. And manageable.
But the most important exception was the Enslavement Potion.
[Note: Enslavement Potion becomes a one-time selectable reward only after 10 missions are completed by a reincarnator.]
Three more missions, and the option would unlock.
Once selected, Grayfia could bind anyone — even someone like Sirzechs.
And so could Gasper.
But the real question now haunted him more than ever.
Who would he use the potion on?
Grayfia seemed like a potential candidate.
She wasn't loyal to him. She didn't know who he was. To her, Gasper was just an odd, androgynous peerage member — perhaps charming, perhaps useful, but far beneath her notice.
He knew she saw him as a tool, not a partner.
Once she had Sirzechs under her thumb, who was to say she wouldn't turn her sights on others? On Rias. On the peerage. On him?
He could act preemptively. Bind her before she got too strong. Before she got ideas.
But…
There was also value in watching her. Letting her thrive. Letting her take risks he couldn't. She was a chaos engine with precision control — and in many ways, his sharpest weapon.
Would he ever be able to control her willingly if he waited too long?
Would he need to?
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What about Venelana?
She was powerful. Dangerous. Connected. Older.
And... something else.
She had teased him once — casually. But the weight behind her eyes told him she knew far more than she let on. That she had seen men try to play games around her for centuries.
She was someone who didn't bend easily.
Which made the idea of owning her… deeply enticing.
He sighed and laid back on his bed, staring at the dark ceiling of his room. The system faded from his thoughts, slipping quietly into standby mode.
Outside, the artificial stars of the Underworld sky shimmered. The mansion was quiet. Everyone slept peacefully.
But in the shadows of that peace, plans were unfolding. Grayfia was building an empire through submission and strength — and he was shaping the structure behind the curtain.
The Gremorys were unaware.
Sirzechs was unguarded.
And Gasper?
He closed his eyes with a calm smile.
He would sleep, too — for now.
But the world would belong to him, one string at a time.
End of Chapter 2