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Koneko paused, glancing back over her shoulder with a faint smirk playing on her lips. "You can literally rip a dragon's head off," she said, her tone dry but teasing.
"You can break those." With that, she slipped out of the room, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving alone with my predicant.
I blinked at the empty space she'd left behind, her words sinking in. She was right—I could break them. A sheepish grin tugged at my mouth as I flexed my arms, the ropes snapping apart with a satisfying crack.
The torn fibers fell to the bed in a ssy heap, and I rubbed my wrists, feeling the faint sting where they'd dug in.
"You're an idiot," ca a voice from the corner of the room. Voltaris, my ever-present shadow, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, his dark eyes glinting with amusent. His tall, lean fra was shrouded in his usual black cloak, blending into the shadows like he belonged there.
"I know," I admitted, letting out a small laugh as I swung my legs off the bed and stood up, brushing off the lingering embarrassnt.
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Later that day, I found myself in the ORC—Occult Research Club—room, a familiar space filled with plush couches, a wide wooden table, and the faint scent of old books and incense.
The soft glow of magical runes pulsed faintly along the walls, casting a warm light over the gathered team. I stood near the table, my arms crossed as I studied the stats of Rias's peerage displayed on a glowing holographic screen.
Numbers and nas floated in the air—Koneko, Akeno, Kiba, and the others—each one a testant to their strength. They were powerful, no doubt about it.
They could win this rating ga against Riser Phenex, but only if they played it smart. Riser and his Queen were wild cards, dangerous and unpredictable, and I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in my gut.
My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden shimr in the air. A magic circle flared to life on the floor, its intricate crimson lines spinning and pulsing with energy.
A mont later, Grafia erged from it, stepping gracefully into the room. Her silver hair glead under the soft light, and her maid uniform was pristine, exuding an air of quiet authority.
Her sharp eyes surveyed the room briefly before settling on Rias.
"Is everyone ready?" Grafia asked, her voice calm and asured, cutting through the low murmur of conversation.
Rias, standing near the couch with her arms crossed, nodded confidently. Her red hair spilled over her shoulders like a cascade of fire, and her blue-green eyes shone with determination. "Yes, I believe we are," she replied, her tone steady as she glanced at her team.
Grafia's gaze shifted to , her expression unreadable but piercing. "shiro," she said, her voice softening slightly, "Sirzechs would like to et you. Would you please co with ? Don't worry—you'll be able to watch the rating ga with him."
I tilted my head, curiosity piqued. eting Sirzechs, one of the Four Great Satans and Rias's older brother, wasn't sothing I'd expected today.
"Okay," I said with a shrug, then turned to Koneko, who stood nearby with her arms crossed, her golden eyes watching quietly. "Bye, Koneko. Love you. Kick so ass out there."
A small, rare smile curved her lips, softening her usually stoic face. "I will," she replied, her voice firm yet warm. "Love you too."
"Bye, everyone else!" I called out, waving a hand at the rest of the group—Akeno, Kiba, and the others—who offered nods or smirks in return.
Before I could say more, the magic circle flared again, and the world around dissolved into a swirl of light.
When the dizziness faded, I found myself in what looked like a viewing room. The space was elegant yet functional, with dark walls adorned with faint magical runes and a massive window that stretched across one side, offering a clear view of the rating ga arena below.
Plush chairs lined the room, and a long table sat near the center, scattered with papers and a pitcher of water. I glanced around, taking it all in, when my eyes landed on him—Sirzechs Lucifer, lounging casually in one of the chairs.
He was striking, even at a glance. His crimson hair matched Rias's, though longer and tied back loosely, and his sharp features carried an air of effortless power.
His red eyes glead with intelligence as he watched , a faint smile tugging at his lips. Without thinking, I activated my [Observe] skill, a handy trick that let see the stats of anyone I focused on. The information unfolded in my mind like a ntal scroll.
[Observe]
[Na: Sirzechs
Gender: Male
Race: Pure-Blooded Devil
Title: One of the Four Great Satans
Fa: Rias Gremory's Older Brother
Sacred Gear: None
Level: 370
HP: 50,000/50,000
MP: 70,000/70,000
Stamina: 10,000/10,000
Strength: 350
Endurance: 357
Agility: 365
Intelligence: 370
Wisdom: 370
Luck: 100 ]
'So the cap on Luck is 100. Good to know,' I thought, filing that tidbit away as I blinked the display out of my vision.
Sirzechs rose from his seat with a smooth, graceful motion and extended a hand toward . "Ah, you must be shiro," he said, his voice warm and rich, carrying a hint of amusent. "It's nice to et you."
I stepped forward and took his hand, giving it a firm shake. His grip was strong but not overpowering, a subtle reminder of the strength behind his calm deanor. "Nice to et you too, Sirzechs," I replied, grinning slightly. "King of all devils, one of the Great Satans."
He let out a low chuckle, his red eyes sparkling with mirth as he released my hand. "You were right about him, Grafia," he said, glancing at the maid who stood silently nearby.
Grafia offered a small nod, her face as expressionless as ever, before turning and gliding out of the room, her silver hair swaying faintly with each step. The door closed behind her with a soft thud, leaving alone with Sirzechs.
"Co, sit down," he said, gesturing to the chair beside his. "We have an hour until everyone else arrives."
"Okay," I agreed, dropping into the seat with a casual ease. The cushion sank slightly under my weight, and I leaned back, resting my hands on my knees.
Sirzechs settled into his own chair, crossing one leg over the other as he turned to . "So, tell ," he began, his tone light but curious, "I hear you're dating my sister's Rook, Koneko."
"Yep," I said, nodding proudly. "I love her."
He chuckled again, the sound warm and genuine. "Yes, and from what I hear, she loves you too," he replied, his smile widening. "But let's get to the point. I need to know—are you a threat to any of us devils?"
I t his gaze steadily, my expression serious. "Only to those who'd try to hurt my friends or family," I said firmly, my voice leaving no room for doubt.
Sirzechs nodded, seeming satisfied with my answer. "Good," he said, then leaned forward slightly, his tone shifting to one of curiosity. "Now, from what I heard, you ax-kicked Riser. Is that true?"
"Yep," I replied with a grin, rembering the mont vividly. "He was being a prick, so I shut that crap down real fast."
Sirzechs laughed, a full, hearty sound that echoed through the room. "I honestly would've loved to see that," he said, his eyes gleaming with amusent.
"I still loved the look on Grafia's face," I added, smirking at the mory of her rare, fleeting shock.
"She usually doesn't show emotion," Sirzechs agreed, his tone fond as he glanced toward the door she'd exited through. Then his expression sobered slightly, and he fixed with a steady look. "But I want to know—if they don't win today, what are you planning?"
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