Rias' POV
Morning light slipped into the room as I slowly awoke, warmth resting against me.
Gentle hands stroked through my hair.
It was Zevion—the one I had chosen.
I stretched, still drowsy from last night, my body heavy yet satisfied.
When I turned toward him, affection swelled inside me until it hurt.
A smile tugged at my lips.
Last night… I had chosen him.
My first.
My everything.
No regrets—only pride that I chose him.
Yes, he's full of faults.
Childish, immature, reckless… and yet, I loved him with all of it.
Because somewhere within all those flaws, I found the man I wanted.
I had finally found my love—the one I always yearned for.
He leaned closer, nuzzling his head against my neck.
"I love you, Rias," he whispered.
I stroked his head tenderly, my heart swelling.
"I know, Zevion… I love you too. And honestly… last night was the best decision I've ever made. Thank you… for making it my best decision."
We rose together, deciding to wash.
But when we opened the bedroom door, she was there.
Grayfia.
Before I could even process her presence, metal rang out.
A strike.
My breath caught.
It was so fast—yet I barely caught it.
She had aimed for his legs.
And then… a dark barrier flared, absorbing the blow.
His summon, most likely.
But none of that mattered.
She tried to hurt him.
Rage rushed through me, fierce and uncontrollable.
I stepped in front of Zevion, magic crackling with my heartbeat.
"Grayfia… what do you think you're doing?!"
My voice shook with fury.
And yet, she spoke as calmly as ever—cold, formal, merciless.
Condemning my choice.
Belittling Zevion.
Speaking of chastity as though my body, my heart, belonged to the clan.
Each word struck like a knife.
Every syllable mocked what I had found with him.
No.
Never again will I let them dictate my life.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that, Grayfia! My chastity is mine and mine alone! It's up to me to give it to someone I love!"
I shouted, pressing myself closer to Zevion—shielding him from her judgment, her blade, her poison.
His whispers brushed my ear, trying to calm me.
But his gentleness only made my chest ache more.
She attacked him.
She really tried.
If has summon hadn't stopped her, I might have lost him.
My love.
My future.
Perhaps I was being dramatic, but if she had succeeded… he would have been crippled.
The thought nearly shattered me.
But I refused to falter.
I would not allow anyone to control me—not anymore.
"Grayfia. You are a maid. You have no right to interfere in my life! I order you, as the heir of the Gremory Clan, to return to your duties and repent for your mistakes! Do not speak to me again until you have repented enough!"
For the first time, her composure cracked.
Sadness flashed in her eyes before she bowed and vanished.
The circle faded.
My knees weakened.
I collapsed into Zevion's arms, trembling, burying my face against his chest.
"Thank goodness you're not hurt…"
In his embrace, I realized just how much he meant to me.
He wasn't just my lover.
He was my everything.
I will become stronger… strong enough to never let anyone dictate to me again. I've had enough of others controlling my life. If I allow it, I will lose the people I love—and that, I will never forgive myself for.
This moment made me realize how much I have changed cause of him... cause of my love...
Grayfia's POV
I arrived at the boy's home in silence, my teleportation circle fading behind me.
I was late.
Too late, perhaps.
Yet still, I prayed that Lady Rias had not already done something reckless.
But a sigh escaped me.
I should have known.
The moment her engagement was moved forward, it was inevitable that she would rebel.
I had relied on a summon to keep watch over her, only for her to destroy it.
Foolish of me to underestimate her resolve.
As I approached the door to her chamber, I hoped—naively—that I was wrong.
That she had refrained.
That she had remembered her duties.
But then the door opened from within.
It was the boy.
Naked.
And behind him—Lady Rias, equally bare, her skin still flushed with the aftermath of what had transpired.
My fears were confirmed.
How dare he!
A lowly human had dared to touch her, to claim what should have been preserved for her station, for her clan.
Rage overcame restraint.
Without hesitation, I struck, aiming for his legs—swift and decisive.
If he could not walk, he would never again stand beside her.
But my attack was intercepted.
A thin, black, shadowy barrier flared into existence, absorbing the strike.
A Sacred Gear, perhaps.
Impressive, but ultimately meaningless if I pressed further.
Yet before I could, Lady Rias moved.
She stepped between us.
Her body trembled—not with fear, but with fury.
She had always been willful, but this… this was no longer childish rebellion.
She was openly defying me.
"Lady Rias...," I said, voice as cold and sharp as steel. "... doing such a thing with a lowly human commoner… His Lordship and Master Sirzechs would be greatly disheartened to learn that you surrendered your chastity to someone so beneath you."
It was not cruelty.
It was the truth.
She needed to hear it now, before regret consumed her later.
But then, the boy embraced her.
And instead of flinching in shame, she calmed.
As though his arms could shield her from me, from the family, from the weight of the world she carried.
When she raised her gaze to me again, it was no longer the gaze of the little girl I had raised.
Her presence radiated the dignity of a true noblewoman.
Her words fell upon me like judgment:
"Grayfia… you are a maid. You have no right to interfere in my life! I order you, as the heir of the Gremory Clan, to return to your duties and repent for your mistakes! Do not speak to me again until you have repented enough!"
Her voice carried command.
Authority.
For the first time, she had used her right as heir to punish me.
I should have felt pride.
She had finally stepped into her role.
She had finally claimed her independence.
But all I felt was ache.
Ache… and the faint weight of loss.
I bowed my head.
My composure did not break, though I felt the fissure within.
"I apologize for my rudeness and for stepping out of my bounds as a maid… I hope that later we can have a proper conversation to make amends. For now, I will take my leave, Mistress Rias. When you have calmed down, I would like to apologize again in person."
The teleportation circle rose beneath my feet.
As my body dissolved into light, I whispered in silence to myself:
Perhaps she is growing… in her own way. Perhaps this is the path she must walk. Even so… forgive me, Lady Rias. For I cannot yet bring myself to approve.
And then I was gone.
Giratina's POV
It was the middle of the night when the girl, Rias, came to Master.
From the way she looked at him… the way she touched him… it was clear now.
They were no longer simply companions.
They belonged to one another.
Though curiosity urged me to watch, my attention shifted to something else—a peeping summon, lurking in the distance, spying from the shadows.
With a mere thought, I pulled it into my Distortion World.
Its tether to its master snapped like a fragile thread, and then I consumed it—its essence, memories, and knowledge sinking into me.
Through that devouring, I saw what was meant to happen.
Grayfia was supposed to come that night, to interfere, to stop Rias from giving herself to Master—her reasoning tied to some engagement, shifted forward.
Unacceptable.
So, I reached into the fabric of fate itself… and distorted it to chaos.
The course of events bent under my will.
Grayfia would not arrive until morning.
By then, it would be too late.
By then, Master and Rias would already be bound by choice, by love.
Because the Master must grow.
And I will not let anyone interfere with that growth.
This world… it is so much better than the one I left behind.
There is no Arceus here, no endless struggle against Dialga or Palkia.
Here, I am free.
Free because of the Master and his system.
I owe him for that.
And I will repay it with loyalty.
In this world, I have learned much.
I can now thread myself into the "internet," through the signals that dance across the globe.
I can peer into countless lives, devour knowledge endlessly, and even project multiple screens at once—watching, analyzing, learning.
Honestly… Master underestimates me.
But that is fine.
Because whether he knows it or not… I am always watching.
I know Master plans to summon Arceus eventually.
When that day comes, I am certain Arceus, too, will be bound by him.
That means I will not need to follow Arceus anymore—we will simply stand as companions.
Master may remain weak in strength if he so chooses, but at the very least, I want him to grow as a person.
I could distort his power, elevate him forcefully… but I will not.
Arceus is far more adept at guiding strength than I am.
I will leave that role to him.
Morning came, and Master awoke.
For a moment, when my gaze fell into his chamber, the entire room froze under the weight of my stare.
I quickly withdrew my power, steadying the distortion.
Then, in the hall, a magic circle flared to life.
The silver-haired maid—Grayfia—had arrived.
I was not interested in her.
But she was family to the girl Rias, so I did not end her.
I merely stopped her attack—not that she could ever truly harm Master.
When she finally left, I withdrew my attention.
And then, as if nothing had happened, I returned to watching the "anime" Master enjoys so much.
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