[Yuuto's POV]
Akeno's tea was perfect, as always.
Shame I couldn't actually taste it while watching this asshole make himself comfortable on the couch next to Rias like he owned her.
Riser had his one arm draped across the couch back in that possessive way that made my eye twitch.
Rias was doing her best to not smack his arrogant face with her Power of Destruction.
Good restraint. Better than I'd manage if someone sat that close to me while radiating smug ownership vibes.
I took another sip of tea and let my mind wander to pleasant thoughts. Like how far someone would fly if you kicked them with enough force. Whether immortal regeneration worked on shattered kneecaps. If Phoenix tears could regrow teeth.
You know, curious stuff.
"My beloved Rias," Riser's voice dripped with that special kind of entitlement that came from never being punched in the face hard enough. "You don't seem particularly happy that your fiancé has come to visit. Riser is hurt by such a cold reception."
Third person. This man actually refers to himself in third person.
I filed that information next to "warning signs of severe personality disorders" in my mental database.
Rias stood abruptly. The couch actually scraped backward from the force. Power exploded around her in visible crimson waves that made the windows rattle in their frames.
"I've told you before, Riser." Each word came out sharp enough to cut. "I will not marry you. Whoever I marry will be my own choice, made by my own will. Not some arranged marriage forced upon me by family politics and outdated traditions."
There's my King. All fire and determination.
Riser laughed.
Actually threw his head back and laughed like she'd delivered the punchline to the world's funniest joke.
The laugh grated against my ears. Too practiced. Too confident. The kind of laugh from someone who'd never experienced real consequences for their actions.
"Ah, Rias." He waved his hand dismissively "You speak as if you have any say in this matter. Surely you're not thinking of defying your family's decision?"
His smirk widened, adding to Rias's annoyance "Of bringing shame upon the prestigious Gremory name? Your brother Sirzechs may indulge your rebellious phase, but even he understands the importance of this union between our families. The Phenex and Gremory alliance strengthens both our positions in the Underworld."
Which meant "Your brother's a Satan but even he won't back you up, so give up already."
Rias clicked her tongue, frustration bleeding through her composure.
Riser's gaze swept across the room, finally acknowledging the rest of us existed. His red eyes cataloged each person with the interest of someone checking their grocery list. Akeno. Me. Koneko. Asia standing nervously by the wall.
His smirk grew wider.
Oh good. He's noticed we're here. I was starting to feel left out.
"So these are your servants, Rias?" Amusement flickering across his face.
"What of it?" Rias's voice held a warning edge.
Instead of answering, Riser snapped his fingers.
An orange magic circle blazed to life near the club room exit. Heat radiated off it in waves that made the air shimmer. Flames erupted upward, and figures began stepping through one by one.
Girls.
So many girls.
I counted them as they emerged through the fire. Fifteen in total. All female. All wearing various outfits that ranged from battle-ready to what looked like fanservice incarnate. They arranged themselves in perfect formation behind Riser.
Full peerage. All women. Standing there like decorative pieces in his collection.
Well, that tells me everything I need to know about how this guy views relationships. Wonder if he gives them individual names or just numbers them.
"Since Riser has been introduced to your peerage," he gestured grandly to his assembled harem, "it's only fair that Riser introduces his own. Fifteen pieces, all well trained and way stronger than yours. A complete peerage representing the full power of House Phenex."
My eyes cataloged them automatically.
Front and center stood a woman with long purple hair and a mature, voluptuous figure. She wore an elaborate dress that looked more suited for formal occasions than combat, but carried a staff with natural authority. Queen, most likely. The way she held herself screamed experienced and dangerous.
Near her stood a Chinese-looking woman with dark hair in buns, wearing a qipao-style combat outfit. Her stance was pure martial arts—weight balanced, hands positioned, ready to move. Rook, probably. The kind who turned fists into weapons.
Two Knights caught my attention. One had short blonde hair and wore armor with a sword at her hip—practical, military-grade equipment. The other had long blonde hair styled in elaborate twin-tails and carried what could only be described as a fuck-off huge sword. Zweihander. Maybe bigger. The blade was easily as tall as she was, black metal that seemed to drink in light.
That's a lot of compensating for something. Wonder if the sword size correlates to actual skill or just the desire to look intimidating.
Several girls in revealing outfits stood together—probably Pawns based on their similar dress style and positioning. They wore matching costumes that left little to imagination, like backup dancers in a music video.
And standing slightly apart from the others, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else, was a young blonde girl in an elegant dress with hair styled in twin-tails. Ravel. His sister. A Bishop, if I remembered correctly.
She looked uncomfortable being displayed like this. At least someone in his peerage had working brain cells.
"In comparison to Riser's complete peerage," condescension dripped from every word, "your little group is... far behind. Both in numbers and strength. Tell me, Rias—do you truly believe these few can stand against Riser's peerage full power?"
Something cold settled in my chest.
Not anger. Just that familiar detachment that came when someone needed a lesson in humility but didn't know it yet.
"Riser" Rias's voice dropped to that dangerous register that made smart people back off. Power crackled around her like visible lightning "I'm warning you—insult my peerage again, and you'll face my wrath."
He laughed again. Louder this time.
"Your wrath? My dear Rias, you're absolutely adorable when you try to be threatening. It's like watching a kitten hiss at—"
His hand reached toward her chin. That possessive gesture of tilting someone's face up to look at you.
My sword left my hand before conscious thought caught up.
THUNK.
The blade buried itself in the couch armrest, half an inch from his fingers. Wood splintered around the impact point. Stuffing exploded outward.
Every head in the room snapped toward me.
I stood there, another sword already forming in my grip. Silver light coalescing into steel, the weight familiar and comforting in my palm.
"Oops. My Hand slipped" I raised my sword as I stepped forward to face him "These swords just fly out sometimes when It sees too much of a bullshit"
"Yuuto—" Rias started, probably to reprimand me for interfering.
But something in my expression made her stop mid-word. Her eyes widened fractionally, blue-green irises catching that recognition. She'd only seen me look like this once before—when I'd mentioned the Holy Sword incident and what the Church had done.
Cold. Detached. Ready to solve problems through violence.
Riser slowly turned to face me fully. He pulled my embedded sword free with contemptuous ease, tossing it aside like trash. His expression shifted from amused to cold, red eyes narrowing.
"Rias." He didn't look away from me "Looks like, You haven't taught your servants proper manners. They don't seem to understand how to treat their superiors. Perhaps Riser should provide a demonstration in discipline"
"More like a piece of superior shit." The words came out instinctively "I don't care what title you hold or who your family is. There's no scenario where I stand here and watch you treat her like your property."
For a moment, genuine surprise flickered across his features.
Then that smirk returned. Sharper now. More dangerous.
"Bold words from a mere Knight." His voice dropped lower, flames dancing along his shoulders.
He snapped his fingers.
"Siris"
One of the Knights stepped forward from the formation.
Tall woman. Long black hair with a dark blue tint that assessed me with cold calculation.
Dressed in Fanservice armor. Classic.
And the sword. That fucking sword.
A massive sword mounted on her back—black blade with silver edges, easily six feet of tempered steel. Black hilt with a red handle. The kind of weapon that should require both hands and considerable effort to wield.
She gripped it one-handed like it weighed nothing.
Knight, obviously. Fast despite that ridiculous weapon. Devils had strength to spare, so wielding something that size was probably child's play for her.
Probably used to overwhelming opponents through sheer reach and power before they could get close.
"Teach this insolent servant his place" Riser commanded.
Siris moved.
Fast. Faster than her massive weapon should have allowed. She closed the distance in two steps, that huge blade coming up in a diagonal slash that would have bisected me from shoulder to hip.
Power attack. All strength, minimal finesse. She's relying on the sword's weight and reach to overwhelm me.
Predictable.
I didn't turn to face her.
My blade moved on pure instinct. My blade flowing like water finding its path.
One smooth motion. Draw, deflect, and cut in the same breath.
My sword met her massive blade mid-swing. The impact should have been overwhelming—that much weight and momentum behind tempered steel.
Instead, my blade slid along hers, redirecting the force away while my body pivoted. Her sword passed harmlessly over my shoulder, thrown off-course by the deflection.
And my blade continued its arc, cutting through the gap in her defense.
The sound of tearing fabric and splitting flesh cut through the room.
SPLAT!
Blood sprayed across my floor in a crimson arc that painted abstract patterns on the wood.
Siris stumbled backward, eyes wide with shock. Her massive sword slipped from her grip, hitting the ground with a heavy THUD that shook the floorboards. She looked down at her chest where my blade had opened a deep diagonal gash across her uniform and the flesh beneath. Blood already soaking through the fabric, spreading in a dark stain that dripped onto my floor.
Her legs gave out. She collapsed in a heap, one hand pressed against the wound, the other reaching out as if trying to grasp something that wasn't there.
Silence.
Complete, absolute silence filled the club room.
Nobody had seen it properly, aside from Grayfia. The movement had been too fast, too fluid. One moment Siris was attacking with that massive blade. The next she was on the ground bleeding while her sword lay abandoned beside her.
I stood there, sword still extended in the follow-through position, and examined my work.
It was clean cut. Deep enough to incapacitate but not fatal—I'd angled it to avoid major organs.
I glanced at the blood pooling on my floor and felt a mild pang of annoyance.
That's going to stain.
"Siris!" The young blonde girl—Ravel—broke formation, rushing forward with surprising speed for someone in that dress. She dropped to her knees beside the fallen Knight, hands shaking slightly.
She pulled out a vial of shimmering golden liquid. Phoenix Tears. She uncorked it quickly and poured the contents directly onto Siris's wound.
The effect was immediate and honestly pretty impressive from a medical standpoint. Flesh began knitting back together like watching a video in reverse. Skin closed over the gash. The blood stopped flowing. Within seconds, the wound had vanished completely, leaving only torn clothing and drying blood as evidence it had ever existed.
Well, That's one hell of an item, that I want to own.
Riser's face had gone completely still. No more smirking. No more casual arrogance. Just cold fury radiating off him in waves of heat that made the air shimmer and distort.
Flames erupted around both his hands—orange and gold fire that screamed immortal power and complete confidence in his invulnerability.
"You dare—" His voice came out strangled with rage. "You DARE harm Riser's servant? Do you have any idea what you've just done, you insignificant—"
"Enough. Both of you"
Grayfia's voice cut through the room like absolute zero dropping from the ceiling, as her actions were enough to tell to shut the fuck up or I'll make you.
The silver-haired Queen stepped between us, and something in her presence made even Riser's flames sputter and die down. When the strongest Queen in the Underworld—wife of a Satan—tells you to stop, you stop.
Even if you're an immortal phoenix with an ego the size of the Underworld itself.
Riser clicked his tongue, frustration and rage bleeding through his controlled mask. But he lowered his hands. The flames extinguished.
Take that, sucker.
Grayfia's expression remained perfectly neutral, but her eyes moved between Riser and me with calculating assessment, then shifted to Rias. Those silver irises took in everything—the bloodstain, the massive abandoned sword, Siris being helped to her feet by Ravel, my relaxed posture with sword still in hand.
"This was an expected outcome," she said, voice maintaining that professional courtesy despite the violence "Given the circumstances and the nature of this disagreement, it has been decided that both of you, will settle this matter through a Rating Game."
"A Rating Game?" Rias's surprise broke through her shock at seeing me cut down one of Riser's Knights so casually.
"Riser has no objections." The Phoenix cut her off, composure returning as his advantage became clear. His smirk rebuilt itself brick by brick. "In fact, Riser looks forward to crushing you and your weak peerage. Perhaps then you'll understand the difference between us. The difference in power, experience, and numbers."
Rias opened her mouth, probably to protest or question further, but Grayfia's steady gaze silenced her. The decision had already been made above their heads—by Sirzechs, by the families, by those with real power.
She closed her mouth, with frustration, but didn't argue. What could she say? Refuse and accept the marriage immediately? This was her only way out.
He turned those red eyes on me, and something shifted in his expression. Calculation. Opportunity.
The look of someone who'd just spotted a chance to humiliate an enemy and couldn't resist taking it.
Oh no. Here comes something stupid.
"Since your Knight seems so confident," his voice carried across the room, drawing every eye, "Riser proposes a wager. Something to make this Rating Game more... interesting."
The room went silent. Even Grayfia's eyes narrowed slightly.
"When Riser defeats you in the Rating Game," he continued, smirk widening, "this arrogant boy becomes Riser's servant for the rest of his life. Riser will personally ensure he learns proper respect and humility"
The implications hung in the air like a guillotine blade.
Eternal servitude to this asshole. Spending the rest of my existence following orders from someone who refers to himself in third person. Being paraded around as an example of what happens when lowborn devils get uppity.
Yeah, that sounds worse than death, actually. At least death has the benefit of being temporary in most mythologies.
"There's no way—" Rias started, voice sharp with protective anger.
"Unless," Riser continued, cutting her off with a raised hand, "your Knight is too scared to back up his bold words? Perhaps all that bravado was just empty talk from someone who knows he's outmatched? Hmph, Typical lowborn behavior—all bark, no bite."
Classic rage baiting. Insult someone's courage to make them accept terrible terms out of wounded pride.
Transparent as glass. I could see the manipulation from far away.
And yet...
I smiled.
Not a friendly smile. Not a warm smile. The kind of smile that made Riser's eyes narrow with suspicion for a moment but shifting back to his arrogance and confidence.
"Very well," I said, keeping my voice level and reasonable "I accept your challenge"
"Yuuto!" Rias's protest rang through the room. "You can't—"
I raised my hand slightly, and she stopped. Trust shone in her eyes despite her worry. She knew I didn't make reckless decisions, unless it's not related to Holy Swords or Church members.
At least, I hoped she knew that. Pretty sure she knew that.
"But" I continued, letting my smile widen as I pointed directly at Ravel, who was still kneeling beside Siris. She jumped, startled by suddenly becoming the center of attention "If I win, she becomes my servant for the rest of her life, and don't give me behaviour of all bark, no bite?"
Ravel's jaw dropped. Her blue eyes went wide with shock and indignation.
"What?!" Her voice came out shrill "I won't agree to such an insolent—such an absurd—how dare you even suggest—"
"Of course, Riser agrees to it" Riser's agreement cut through her protest like a knife.
The room went completely silent.
"Brother!" Ravel whirled on him, twin-tails whipping around. "How could you agree to that?! You're betting me?! Your own sister?!"
Oh this is beautiful. The look on her face is absolutely priceless. Like she can't comprehend that her beloved brother just wagered her like a poker chip. Welcome to reality, princess. It's less comfortable than you thought.
"Ravel" Riser's voice held absolute confidence and zero concern for her feelings "You don't believe your brother can win against such a low-class devil servant? Where's your faith in the Phenex family? In Riser's abilities?"
The question hung there like a trap.
She hesitated, pride and family loyalty warring across her face. Her mouth opened and closed. She looked between me and her brother, clearly torn between protesting further and defending her family's honor.
Pride won. Once again.
Pride : 2 , Rationality : 0
Her expression hardened with determination, jaw setting in that stubborn way that apparently ran in the bloodline.
"Of course I believe in you!" She stood up, turning back to me with her chin raised defiantly "I have complete faith in my brother's abilities. Very well—I accept this foolish wager!" She pointed at me dramatically, finger shaking slightly with either anger or nervousness. "When Brother wins, you'll understand the true power of the Phenex clan! You'll regret ever agreeing to the bet!"
"Miss Grayfia, and everyone is here, witness to this wager" I smiled as I stared at Riser "So you better not, pull some superior family or devil politics shit, to cancel this wager after we win this rating game"
"We Phenex would rather die than turning back on our words" Ravel said proudly as she pointed at me "I, Ravel Phenex, will become your servant if you will win this rating game. I pledge it on our family's name and honor"
The fruit doesn't fall far from the tree after all. Same misplaced confidence. Same inability to see the trap until it's already sprung. Same pride as Sona, that makes you agree to stupid things.
Blue screens materialized in my vision, invisible to everyone else. The familiar glow of system notification.
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*Quest: The Time Has Come*
Quest Objective: Win the Rating Game
Reward: 1 Character Card
Status: Incomplete
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*Side Quest: Gotta Catch Em All*
Quest Objective: Get Little Tsundere Phoenix as your servant
Reward: 1 Character Card
Status: Incomplete
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* Personal Quest: Audacity of this Rooster!*
Quest Objective: Beat the shit out of This Arrogant Rooster!!! (Riser Phenex)
Reward: 1 Character Card
Status: Incomplete
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Three character cards potentially up for grabs.
Please don't be three more frauds. Please. I'm begging you, system. Just one useful card. That's all I ask. One card that isn't a masochistic crusader or a conman with zero powers. Maybe something actually helpful this time?
My expectations were low, but somehow the gacha always delivered, when its needed most.
Riser's gaze lingered on me—hatred and eagerness mixing in his eyes like a toxic cocktail.
He'd gotten exactly what he wanted. Or so he thought. A chance to humiliate me, claim Rias, and assert dominance all in one Rating Game. The perfect trifecta of victory.
"Riser can't wait to bring you back to the Underworld after crushing you in the Rating Game, Rias," he said, turning back to our King with renewed confidence. "You'll take your proper place at Riser's side as his wife. And your Knight will learn what happens to servants who forget their place."
He walked toward his peerage, stepping over the bloodstain without looking down. The girls parted for him, arranging themselves in perfect formation like soldiers for inspection.
Siris had recovered, standing with the others. Her torn clothing and the drying blood were the only evidence of what had happened. She wouldn't meet my eyes.
At least she learned something, unlike her single brain cell master.
Riser paused at the threshold of their teleportation circle, looking back over his shoulder directly at me.
"Enjoy your last days of freedom, boy." His voice dripped with confidence and contempt "When Riser will win, you'll spend eternity knowing your arrogance cost you everything. Riser will make sure you understand exactly what it means to challenge your superiors. You'll polish Riser's boots. You'll serve Riser's meals. You'll bow whenever Riser enters a room. And you'll do it with a smile, knowing you brought this fate upon yourself"
The flames engulfed his peerage, rising up in a pillar of orange light that burned without heat. They vanished, leaving only bloodstains of Phenex's fallen knight.
I stood there, sword still in hand, staring at the empty space where they'd been.
Funny how confidence works when it's built on incomplete information and an overinflated sense of importance.
You haven't just lost the Rating Game, Riser. You've lost your sister as well. You just don't know it yet.
The thought brought a small smile to my face.
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( 3rd PoV )
Rias sighed deeply, settling back onto the couch like someone who'd just run a marathon. She folded her arms across her chest, staring at the bloodstain on her pristine club room floor, then shifted her gaze to Yuuto.
He stood there, still holding his sword, looking completely relaxed despite having just cut down one of Riser's Knights and agreed to an incredibly dangerous wager.
"Forgive me, Buchou," Yuuto said, his voice carrying genuine regret though his posture remained casual. "But I couldn't hold myself back seeing that bastard insult you like that. Watching him touch you without permission."
A smile broke through Rias's exhaustion and worry. Warmth filled her chest.
"You did right, Yuuto. I'm grateful you defended me." Her smile faded, replaced by concern that creased her brow. "But why did you agree to such an absurd bet? You knew he was baiting you. Trying to provoke you into accepting terrible terms."
Grayfia stepped forward, those silver eyes fixed on Yuuto with that unreadable intensity she always carried.
"It was foolish," the Queen said, maintaining professional courtesy despite the clear criticism in her words. "Are you not aware of Lord Riser's immortality? The Phenex clan's regeneration is absolute. No matter what damage you inflict, he will simply regenerate. Even if you possess superior technique and speed which you've demonstrated, you cannot defeat him"
Yuuto met both their gazes calmly. No panic. No second-guessing. Just that quiet confidence that had become his trademark.
"Buchou," he said, voice respectful but firm "Have I ever disappointed you with any challenge I took?"
Rias blinked, caught off-guard by the question.
"I singlehandedly defeated Sona-kaichou's entire peerage under thirty seconds" A slight smile touched his lips as he watched understanding begin to dawn in Rias's eyes. "Right in front of you.I told you I would do it, and I did it."
Grayfia's interest visibly sharpened, those silver eyes narrowing with new calculation and assessment.
A single Knight defeating an peerage, of a high class devil like Sona, in less than half a minute. She'd dismissed some of it as exaggeration. But the real ones knew, it was the truth.
"So what makes this one any different?" Yuuto's smile widened slightly. "Riser has immortality. So what? I can defeat him."
The simple declaration hung in the air like a thrown gauntlet.
Rias, Akeno, Asia, and Koneko stared with varying expressions of surprise and absolute faith. They'd seen him accomplish everything he'd ever claimed he would do. Every impossible task, every challenge, every training goal.
If Yuuto Kiba said he could win, they believed him without question.
Grayfia's doubt showed in the slight tightening around her eyes, the fractional pursing of her lips. But even she couldn't completely dismiss his confidence. Not after seeing that strike. Not after hearing about his other accomplishments.
"Did you create a new form of your breathing technique?" Akeno asked curiously "Something that works specifically against Riser's immortality?"
"Close," Yuuto admitted "But no."
Silence fell again. Everyone leaning forward with anticipation.
"Then what?" Rias demanded, unable to contain her curiosity and hope. "What's your plan?"
"Miss Belphegor told me something interesting about the Phenex."
Every head in the room turned to him with laser focus.
Yuuto leaned against the wall, completely relaxed despite being the center of such intense attention.
"I asked Miss Belphegor about her Rating Game experiences," he explained, his tone conversational. "Since she's ranked Number Two in the Rating Games, I figured she'd have valuable insights. But then I got curious about something."
He paused, letting them hang on his words.
"Why wasn't a Phenex family member in the top five rankings? If their regeneration is so formidable—if they literally can't be killed or worn down in any conventional sense—they should dominate Rating Games. Immortality is the ultimate advantage in a sport where knockout means losing."
Rias's eyes widened. She'd never considered that question.
"So I asked her," Yuuto continued. "She told me she'd fought against Riser's older brother, Ruval Phenex, in an official Rating Game match. And Beat him despite his Regeneration"
Grayfia's surprise finally broke through her perfect composure. Her eyes widened fractionally, genuine shock flickering across her features.
"Why would Lady Belphegor share such information with you?" she asked, voice sharpening with suspicion and curiosity.
Yuuto shrugged, the gesture casual. "I asked nicely. She seemed to enjoy talking about her victories. Very enthusiastic about explaining exactly how she won."
Not entirely false. Roygun had been more than happy to discuss tactics when he'd asked during their training sessions. The woman loved talking about her Rating Game victories almost as much as she loved winning them.
"Yuuto, what did she tell you?" Rias pressed, practically vibrating with anticipation. "What's the secret? How do we beat him?"
Yuuto straightened from the wall, his expression serious.
"She told me that Phenex regeneration—impressive as it is—relies on two key factors." He held up two fingers. "Demonic power reserves and mental endurance."
Everyone leaned forward, hanging on every word.
"Their regeneration consumes demonic power. Every time they heal, it drains their reserves. The more severe the injury, the more power it costs. Regenerate enough times, and eventually..." He made a draining gesture with his hand.
Rias's eyes widened with understanding.
"But that's not his only weakness," Yuuto continued. "Miss Belphegor said the real problem is mental endurance. So, If we can mess with his mind, somehow"
He let the implication hang in the air.
"His concentration would break and when that happens, his regeneration starts to slow down or might not work, at all. Miss Belphegor said that's how she beat Ruval—she just kept hitting him until he couldn't back up his regeneration. Although, her being an Ultimate Class Devil does make a big difference to overwhelm him, unlike us.
Rias gasped, understanding beginning to dawn across her face.
"So, that's how"
"We can win this Rating Game" Yuuto said with quiet confidence.
Rias's expression shifted to pure determination, that fierce resolve that made her such a compelling King blazing in her eyes.
"Yuuto, you've given us hope!" She grabbed his hands, squeezing with genuine gratitude. "A real chance to win this!"
Asia said with her gentle smile "You're amazing, Yuuto san!"
"Oh my, Yuuto kun" Akeno added, her usual teasing tone carrying genuine praise and something warmer. "To think you'd gather intelligence from Lady Belphegor herself"
"...Smart," Koneko mumbled around a cookie, which from her was the highest praise imaginable.
Grayfia watched Yuuto surrounded by his King and fellow peerage members, something unreadable flickering through those silver eyes.
Combat skill that had surprised even her—a strike so fast and precise she'd barely tracked the deflection. Intelligence gathered from a Ultimate Class Devil. Strategic thinking that identified potential weaknesses in supposedly invincible abilities. Composure despite accepting an incredibly risky wager. Confidence backed by consistent results.
Everything about Yuuto Kiba contradicted what "lowborn" should mean in devil society.
She filed that observation away for her report to Lord Sirzechs.
"Lady Rias." Grayfia's professional voice cut through the celebration. "You have ten days to prepare for the Rating Game. Use them wisely."
"Ten days," Rias nodded "We'll be ready."
"I must take my leave now and report these developments to Lord Sirzechs." A silver magic circle materialized beneath Grayfia's feet. "I expect you to conduct yourselves appropriately until the match."
She vanished in silver light.
Then, Rias clapped her hands together, to get everyone's spirits up.
"Alright everyone—it's time for some serious training!" Her voice rang with determination. "We're going to defeat Riser and his peerage. And we will win this Rating Game!"
"Ara ara," Akeno smiled, power crackling around her fingertips. "Finally, an opportunity, to cut loose properly~"
"I'll do my best!" Asia's determined expression was adorable.
"Ready" Koneko said simply.
Yuuto watched his teammates rally, feeling something warm settle in his chest.
'At least our odds aren't as bad as when Rias was leading this charge in canon, with Issei'
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