"Burn in agony, you miserable little insects!" Riser snarled coldly. He thrust both hands sharply forward, and his towering wall of golden fire erupted violently outward, instantly engulfing everything in its path. Dozens of goblins shrieked in raw agony, their armor glowing red-hot, their flesh quickly cooking and melting from their bones beneath the unstoppable inferno.
At the same instant, I released my own enormous tidal wave, directing it fiercely in the opposite direction. Thousands upon thousands of gallons of water slammed down onto the remaining goblin ranks with devastating force, violently crushing armored bodies, shattering bones, and instantly drowning countless of the screaming bastards beneath its immense weight.
I clenched my jaw tightly, pouring every last ounce of magical energy into the relentless wave, ruthlessly sweeping it back and forth across the entire left side of the ruined village, systematically obliterating everything in its path. Wood splintered, stone crumbled, metal armor flattened beneath the overwhelming pressure, and the agonized screams of dying goblins echoed sharply above the roaring torrent.
I barely registered Riser unleashing similar destruction in the opposite direction, his relentless inferno completely incinerating everything it touched. Both our combined powers shook the very ground beneath our feet, creating a blazing, steaming maelstrom of annihilation all around us.
The sheer intensity of the magical power we both unleashed quickly formed into a massive beacon-clearly visible for miles around, even if the goblins had managed to erect wards attempting to hide their attack. There was no way Serafall or Behemoth wouldn't immediately sense us now!
Both my tidal wave and Riser's blazing inferno finally began slowing and weakening, the massive expenditure of magical energy leaving us drained, exhausted, and breathing raggedly. Steam rose thickly from the water and fire meeting, blanketing the completely flattened, utterly destroyed remains of the goblin-infested village.
I wiped sweat from my forehead, breathing heavily as I finally allowed my battered, weary body to relax slightly.
Turning slowly, I met Riser's equally exhausted gaze, offering him a faint, grudging nod of respect.
"Well," I said dryly, surveying the obliterated ruins around us, "I'd say that's one effective way to handle a goblin infestation."
Riser snorted softly in tired amusement. "Indeed, Sitri. Crude-but certainly effective."
Man, this was going to be a really weird story to tell Rias when I got back to Hogwarts. The fact that I ended up teaming up with the guy she hated most and fought off an entire legion of goblins together...
A pink missile slammed violently into the ruined ground right in front of us, blasting up chunks of dirt and stone!
Serafall rose quickly from the crouched position she'd landed in, her long, dark hair swirling around her as an aura of pinkish, raw magical energy pulsed furiously off her small body. For a second, the full extent of her immense devil power crashed over Riser and me like a physical wave, thick and suffocating enough to make even my muscles lock up. A shiver jolted down my spine as I instinctively froze-Serafall Leviathan pissed off was genuinely terrifying.
But the moment she recognized my face through the clouds of steam and smoke, the murderous glare evaporated from her face, replaced instantly by open relief and warmth.
"Harry!" Serafall gasped, eyes wide and shimmering now with a completely different emotion. She closed the distance between us in less than a second, practically tackling me as she wrapped her slender arms tightly around my neck, pulling my head firmly against her soft chest. My face was immediately smothered warmly between the plush softness of her large breasts, making it slightly difficult to breathe. Her fingers gripped me desperately as if afraid I'd disappear if she let go for even a second.
"I'm so sorry, Harry! Those sneaky, disgusting little goblins tricked me and Behe-tan!" she said loudly, her voice muffled slightly by her soft curves pressed snugly against my face. "The stupid little bastards had us chasing a fake trail miles away! It was only a small group, I can't believe I fell for something so dumb!"
I managed to gently pull my face back just enough to speak, gasping slightly for air while Serafall's generous tits still pressed warmly against my chin and cheeks. "Mother, relax," I reassured her calmly, placing my hands on her slender waist to steady her and meet her worried gaze. "It's alright now. Riser and I handled it here..."
Serafall pulled back slightly, blinking at me in surprise and confusion, her vibrant blue eyes wide with disbelief as she finally took notice of the extensive damage surrounding us-the flattened village, the scorched earth, the bodies littering the ground.
"You two handled this yourselves?" she asked incredulously, glancing skeptically toward Riser, who stood nearby with his arms crossed, looking extremely annoyed and still in pain.
"Yes, It got pretty brutal, but we managed to kill most-maybe even all of them."
Serafall visibly paled at my casual statement. Her beautiful face twisted into a look of immediate concern and guilt, eyes darting anxiously between me and Riser. "Over a hundred goblins attacked you? Shit! That was never supposed to happen-" She grimaced, clearly angry with herself. "It's all my fault. I never should've agreed to allow those disgusting creatures access to the Underworld."
A second later, Behemoth descended from above, her wings folding neatly behind her back as she touched down beside Serafall. "Lady Leviathan," Behemoth stated firmly. "If there are any survivors from the goblins' ranks still alive within the rubble, I will find them immediately. I assure you-whoever survives will wish they hadn't once the interrogation begins." Her gaze then drifted downward, narrowing as she stared pointedly at my leg. "Lord Harry-you're wounded."
"What?" Serafall gasped loudly, stepping back to frantically look me over. Her worried blue eyes immediately locked onto the blood-soaked gash along my thigh, where the silver dagger had left its mark. Her face went from guilty to outright panicked in less than a second. "Oh no! Harry, you're hurt! Why didn't you say something immediately? You shouldn't have tried to hide this from me!" Serafall began fussing instantly, dropping to her knees in front of me to frantically inspect my injury more closely, her gentle hands trembling slightly as she delicately brushed fingertips around the angry wound.
I grimaced at the sharp sting of pain. "Relax, Mum," I tried reassuring her again, reaching down to gently touch her shoulder. "It's not that bad, really-just a graze. It hurts like a fucking bitch because it was some kind of holy enchanted silver, but I'm alright. I'll be fine in a bit."
"Bullshit," Riser scoffed irritably from where he stood a few feet away, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Your injury was deep enough for that silver dagger to easily poison your system if not treated immediately. Stop playing tough in front of your mother, Sitri-it's pathetic."
Ignoring my irritated glare, Riser dug into his coat pocket, pulling out a small glass vial filled with a softly glowing golden liquid. Phenex Tears. He stared at the vial briefly before sighing dramatically, stepping forward to offer it grudgingly toward me.
"Here," Riser said flatly, thrusting the vial roughly into my hand. "Take this and drink it quickly. Consider it payment for having helped Riser out earlier. After all, without your assistance, those disgusting goblins might have actually managed to capture Riser-which would've been completely humiliating."
"How very generous of you," I muttered sarcastically. But I didn't waste time arguing further. I swiftly popped open the vial and downed the glowing golden liquid. Instantly, a soothing, pleasantly warm sensation spread rapidly from my throat down to my wounded thigh, completely washing away the sharp agony within seconds.
As I handed the empty vial back to Riser, I glanced toward his injured shoulder, noticing that despite his regenerative flames finally sealing the wound, he was clearly still hurting badly. He twitched slightly whenever he moved his arm, face still tense with discomfort.
Serafall rose slowly back to her feet beside me, sighing deeply in visible relief when she saw my injury completely vanish.
Her expression turned serious again as she asked us to tell her everything that happened...
...Despite being in the underworld, I mostly kept to a Scotland time zone schedule so that my sleep schedule wouldn't get ruined when I headed back to Hogwarts tomorrow. It was well past "midnight" when we finally finished everything up. I got to meet Riser's parents when they showed up after Serafall called them. They were frantic of course about the attack in their own territory, but when it came to meeting me they were surprisingly a lot more chill than their son was. Well, he had chilled out a bit since we'd fought for our lives side by side, but I doubted we'd ever be anything close to friends.
Behemoth managed to find a couple goblin survivors and would spend the night getting them to talk.
My mother and I teleported back to the Sitri manor and I figured most of my peerage would have gone to sleep by now.
Serafall slowly turned toward me, a soft blush warming her cheeks as she looked up into my eyes with that playful gleam I knew all too well. She reached out gently and took hold of my hand, intertwining her slender fingers with mine. Her thumb brushed soothingly across the back of my hand.
"Harry-kun," she said softly, her voice dropping into that sweet, seductive tone of hers. "You were a real hero today, weren't you? Not just during filming-even though your performance as Cassium was absolutely amazing-but also for bravely fighting off all those nasty little goblins alongside Riser. My brave, handsome son is truly incredible."
I chuckled awkwardly, feeling the warmth creep up the back of my neck. "Well, someone had to clean up that mess," I muttered modestly.
Serafall giggled at that, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. "Oh, Harry, you don't give yourself enough credit. You went above and beyond today, and you deserve a special reward. Luckily for you," she added playfully, her bright blue eyes twinkling mischievously, "the beautiful and powerful Magical Girl Levia-tan is right here, ready to properly reward her beloved hero!"
Before I could ask what exactly she had in mind, Serafall flashed me a wicked little grin and stepped closer, her free hand moving boldly to the neckline of her tight Magical Girl costume. She pulled it downward, slowly sliding the stretchy fabric over the rounded curves of her magnificent, perfectly shaped breasts. They bounced gently into view, heavy and full, capped by soft pink nipples already hardening eagerly beneath my stare.
I swallowed thickly, my cock immediately hardening beneath my pants as I stared at her large, flawless tits. Serafall smiled smugly at my obvious reaction, pressing herself firmly against me. Her soft curves molded perfectly against my chest as she leaned up onto her tiptoes to whisper teasingly into my ear. "I've been wanting this all weekend, Harry," she purred softly, her breath hot against my ear. "Come with me to my bedroom, and let Magical Girl Levia-tan properly reward her brave hero."
I nodded dumbly, my mind already filling with vivid images of everything I wanted to do to her gorgeous body. Serafall giggled happily at my obvious enthusiasm and began leading me eagerly down the hall by the hand, her exposed tits bouncing hypnotically with each step she took.
Just as we reached the grand staircase leading toward the private wing of the manor, a stern, familiar voice suddenly rang out behind us. "Not so fast, young lady."
Serafall yelped loudly in surprise, jumping nearly a foot into the air. She hastily tried covering herself back up as we both spun around to face the newcomer. Standing there, with a thoroughly unimpressed look on her face, was my grandmother Selene Sitri.
Selene fixed her stern gaze firmly on her daughter, raising one eyebrow critically. "Serafall Leviathan Sitri," she said calmly, her voice dripping with clear disappointment, "I believe we have a lot to talk about."
Serafall's face flushed a deep, embarrassed crimson. "Mama!" she whined childishly, her cheeks puffing out as she pouted adorably. "Don't sneak up on us like that! It's embarrassing!"
Selene's expression remained utterly unamused, her gaze shifting pointedly toward me. "Harry has classes early tomorrow morning, and he requires proper rest-not being kept awake all night fulfilling your... 'special reward' fantasies." She sighed heavily, shaking her head slightly in exasperation. "Furthermore, thanks to tonight's disastrous goblin invasion, we are facing an imminent political scandal. Our family needs to immediately prepare a coordinated response. You and I will be staying up late strategizing exactly how we intend to manage this PR nightmare."
"Nooooo!" Serafall wailed dramatically, her eyes comically welling up with tears as she stomped her foot like a spoiled child. "I don't wanna do more boring work tonight, Mama! Harry and I have plans-very important plans! Can't this wait until morning? Pleeeease?"
Selene calmly ignored her daughter's exaggerated tantrum, stepping forward and taking hold of Serafall's arm, beginning to firmly guide her protesting daughter back down the hall. "Absolutely not," Selene stated evenly, her tone leaving zero room for argument. "You've caused quite enough trouble for one weekend, my dear daughter. It's time to handle your responsibilities as a proper Maou."
Serafall kicked her feet uselessly, whining and struggling dramatically-though she didn't actually put up any genuine resistance against her mother's grip. "This isn't fair!" she sobbed theatrically, shooting me one last longing glance over her shoulder as Selene dragged her away. "Harry, help! Save your Magical Girl Levia-tan from even more boring work!"
Selene paused briefly, giving me a polite nod of acknowledgment. "Goodnight, Harry dear," she said gently, ignoring her daughter's continued protests. "Sleep well-and please forgive your mother's inability to behave maturely."
I chuckled softly, shaking my head with a resigned smile. "Goodnight, Grandma," I replied warmly, waving slightly. "And don't worry, I'm already used to Mother's antics."
Selene nodded once more, then she firmly pulled Serafall away down the hall, Serafall's loud whining gradually fading into the distance as they disappeared around the corner.
I stood there alone for a moment, staring after them with a wry smirk on my face.
