Badr: "..."
'Are all Devils this direct?'
...
It seemed the head of the Gremory clan had decided to make Badr his son-in-law.
Rias, embarrassed, lowered her head and focused on her food, too shy to look at Badr.
Venelana chuckled. "Dear, you're being too hasty. These things take time."
"Eh? Well... I just think they're a perfect match. Rias seems to be quite fond of him, unlike her reaction during the previous engagement..."
"Speaking of which, I have even more reason to scold you. You should consider your daughter's feelings!" Venelana's gentle reprimand made the usually imposing Lord Gremory chuckle awkwardly and nod in agreement.
"By the way... Badr, you'll be staying in the Underworld for a while, correct?" Venelana inquired.
"Yes, I'm here for the Promotion Exam," Badr explained.
Lord and Lady Gremory exchanged a look.
They had almost forgotten that despite Badr's strength, which rivaled that of a Maou, he was still officially ranked as a low-class Devil...
It hadn't been long since Rias had reincarnated him. His growth was astonishing, forcing even the Devil Promotion exams to be adjusted ahead of schedule...
Such talent was truly frightening...
"Well then... that works out perfectly. Before you return, you must learn proper etiquette and decorum, to prepare you for future social gatherings," Venelana stated, her tone leaving little room for argument.
Rias frowned, slamming her hand on the table. "Father, Mother, what is the meaning of this? Please don't interfere with me and my peerage."
She had been worried about Badr adjusting to the Underworld's rigid customs. Seeing him handle himself so well had eased her concerns, but now her parents were starting up.
Venelana's eyes narrowed, her previously warm smile vanishing. "Silence, Rias. You unilaterally broke off your engagement. While you may have won the Rating Game, do you know how much effort your father and Sirzechs put into appeasing the other high-class Devils? This is a matter of our family's reputation."
Her voice softened slightly. "Rias, even as the Maou's sister, you must exercise restraint. That broken engagement should be your last act of defiance."
Rias fell silent. Badr smiled gently, trying to diffuse the tension, and gave Rias a reassuring look. "It's no problem, Lord and Lady Gremory. I'm actually quite interested in learning proper etiquette."
This, of course, was a lie. Who truly enjoyed the superficial niceties of high society?
But it was a small price to pay. It was merely a performance, child's play for him.
Ultimately, his mother-in-law's demands stemmed from a desire to protect the Gremory family's reputation. After all, behaving uncouthly at social gatherings would invite ridicule from other clans.
While Badr believed respect could be earned with fists, since he was in the Underworld, he would play by their rules for now. That would be the best way to silence them.
Zeoticus, Rias's father, observed Badr with a thoughtful expression. He could see that Badr's natural charisma and composure were genuine.
This young man was inherently graceful and confident, possessing an innate aura of refinement. There wasn't much to worry about regarding etiquette.
But at the same time, he was clearly a man with his own mind.
'Ah, these young people nowadays. Their thinking is so much more free. It's not like the old days anymore...'
"Then it's settled," Zeoticus said with a faint smile. "Don't worry too much about it."
"Indeed. Please don't take it to heart. We only ask this because we have your and Rias's future in mind," Venelana added, her warm smile returning.
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Vanelana's expression softened. Badr's understanding and sensibility pleased her.
It was always easier to communicate with someone intelligent.
Both parents looked at Badr with increasing approval.
Badr smiled at Rias, who blushed and turned away, looking utterly adorable.
...
Nightfall.
The Underworld supposedly had no sun or moon, yet the concept of "night" still existed.
It was said that to accommodate those who traveled to and from the human world, the Underworld used magic to simulate the celestial movements of the sun and moon. The sky would accordingly darken and brighten.
Badr stood by the window of his lavishly appointed room. The enormous bed and the sheer size of the room felt cavernous. He gazed at the simulated night sky, reflecting on the day's events, lost in thought.
A knock on the door interrupted his contemplation. Rias stood there, her beautiful figure clad in a sheer, diaphanous negligee. The black lingerie beneath was clearly visible, adding to her alluring charm.
"I'm sorry about my parents'... unreasonable demands at dinner," Rias apologized softly.
Badr chuckled and shook his head. "It's nothing to worry about. It wasn't that upsetting."
"But you don't enjoy that kind of formality, do you?" Rias stepped closer, gently cupping his face and pulling him into a hug. "I'm sorry you had to endure that for my sake..."
Inhaling Rias sweet scent, Badr felt his spirits lift.
"You also stood up to your parents for me." He smiled, looking up at her beautiful face. "Since we're both willing to make sacrifices for each other, let's not dwell on it."
Rias was deeply touched. A wave of love washed over her.
She hugged him tightly, murmuring, "I love you so much..."
'Mmm, a bit tight...' Badr thought, both pleased and slightly breathless as he fell back onto the bed with Rias on top of him.
He smiled at the beautiful girl above him. "You smell amazing, Rias."
"...Stop it, you're embarrassing me." Rias blushed, turning her head away.
"Really? We've been intimate so many times already."
"But... it's still embarrassing," she whispered.
Badr chuckled at her adorable shyness.
When they were alone, Rias was incredibly innocent and easily flustered. But when Akeno was around, her competitive side emerged, and she became much bolder.
Akeno was the same way. The dynamic between the mistress and her servant, who were also close friends, was truly fascinating...
...
The magically simulated moonlight cast a soft glow, illuminating the room and falling upon the plush bed.
Rias sheer negligee became almost transparent in the moonlight, her skin glowing. Her alluring form sprawled across the bed, her eyes hazy with desire.
"Beautiful," Badr whispered, his admiration evident.
Rias smiled, her confidence in her appearance never wavering.
"Do you like it? It's all yours."
She reached up, cupping his face in her hands, her eyes filled with tender affection.
Badr took her hands in his, his gaze filled with warmth. He leaned in and kissed her softly.
Their fingers intertwined as they lost themselves in a passionate embrace.
...
Later that night, in another large bedroom, Asia and Xenovia tossed and turned restlessly.
Perhaps it was being so far from home, or the unfamiliar vastness of the room, but sleep eluded them both.
It wasn't homesickness, but rather a sense of unease in the unfamiliar surroundings.
Finally, unable to sleep, they got out of bed and made their way to Badr's room.
Clutching their pillows, they knocked softly on the door.
Inside, Badr and Rias were at a crucial moment when the knock startled them. They looked at each other in surprise.
"Who is it?" Badr called out softly.
"It's Asia," Asia replied shyly. "Xenovia's here too. Can we come in?"
Rias, having been interrupted at the peak of their intimacy, pouted slightly. "Asia, could you maybe wait a little while...?" she asked, a hint of frustration in her voice.
"Eh? Buchou is there too...?" Xenovia asked, then heard Asia's dejected reply.
"Oh... so Buchou beat me to it..."
Rias sighed and reluctantly left Badr, walking to the door in her current state of undress and opening it.
Asia and Xenovia stared, their eyes wide with surprise.
"Buchou..."
Asia's gaze fell on Rias alluring form. Understanding dawned on her, and her eyes welled up with tears. She rushed towards Badr on the bed.
"Asia wants to join too..."
"Eh? Wait, Asia, I'm not finished yet..." Rias exclaimed, stunned.
"Then I won't hold back either." Xenovia, her expression serious, stepped into the room, determined not to be left out.
"Hey, you two..."
Rias quickly shut the door, locking it for good measure.
She was worried that Akeno might try to sneak in as well. Knowing Akeno, she was definitely capable of such a thing!
Badr looked at the three beautiful girls in his bed, blinking in surprise.
Was it really okay to have a party like this with everyone in his in-laws' house, so soon after arriving?
But looking at Rias's annoyed expression, it was clear he needed to appease her.
There was no other way. One at a time...
'Well, let Rias continue first, or she might explode...' he thought.
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The next morning, Badr woke up early, surrounded by a tangle of limbs.
As he stepped out of the room, a group of Devil butlers intercepted him.
"Good morning, Master. We are the servants assigned to instruct you in etiquette."
Badr raised an eyebrow. "Master? Are you talking to me?"
"Indeed, Master," the butlers replied with smiles and nods.
Badr pondered this. They were even calling him "Master" now. It seemed they had fully accepted him.
"Please, just call me Badr."
"We cannot disregard proper decorum, Master." The lead butler politely refused. The maids waiting to assist him with his morning routine also addressed him as "Master."
Badr watched them approach, about to protest further, but they moved with efficient grace, washing his face and even styling his hair.
...They were incredibly skilled.
If he hadn't already dressed himself in his room, Badr wouldn't have put it past them to change his underwear and socks as well...
Was this how the devil aristocracy lived...?
He still wasn't used to it.
Badr was aware of the extravagant lifestyles of the wealthy and the nobility, but he found such displays of status unnecessary.
True nobility shouldn't be expressed through such superficial means, should it?
Genuine respect and admiration from others were the true marks of nobility.
But perhaps that was just idealistic thinking. The hierarchy among sentient beings would likely never disappear.
He decided not to dwell on it. He couldn't change their way of thinking, even if he had the power and the inclination. There was no point in bothering.
"I look forward to learning from you all."
He smiled at the servants and, after a light breakfast, began his lessons on aristocratic etiquette.
It wasn't much different from the customs of medieval European nobility, perhaps even derived from them...
"Master, are you familiar with the demonic language and script?"
"I know some. I studied a little before."
"Excellent. Then we shall begin with advanced grammar." The Devil instructor smiled.
"Alright, please proceed."
Badr focused his attention on the lesson, understanding that this was part of the devil promotion exam.
Simply put, to become a High-Class devil, he needed to master these things.
However, the expectations for Badr were even higher. His knowledge, taste, speech, and conduct all needed refinement and training...
While Badr immersed himself in the world of aristocratic etiquette, Akeno, Koneko, and the others began their rigorous training regimen.
Supervised by Azazel himself, the personalized training pushed Rias peerage to their limits.
Rias herself was also diligently studying, focusing on the intricacies of the Rating Games. She was still a novice in that arena, her only experience being the battle to break off her engagement...
As for Badr, he didn't need special training. Even Azazel couldn't find fault with his abilities.
Badr's [Absolute Control] signified his complete mastery over his own powers. No one understood his abilities better than he did.
...
With everyone's development plans in motion, their days became filled with activity.
Badr spent his time studying and training, while Rias and the others were equally busy.
Half a month passed quickly.
In a secluded valley, a blonde girl knelt amidst a field of flowers, deep in meditation.
It was Asia Argento. A radiant, holy aura emanated from her.
Above, Azazel, the Governor General of the Fallen Angels, hovered in the air, his twelve wings spread wide, watching Asia with satisfaction as she concluded her meditation.
As the possessor of the Sacred Gear, [Twilight Healing] Asia's healing abilities were unparalleled. However, she had one significant weakness: she needed to physically touch the injured area to heal it.
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Azazel oversaw Asia's special training.
His knowledge of Sacred Gears extended not only to Twilight Healing but to every Sacred Gear in existence. He was the perfect teacher, and Sirzechs's suggestion had been spot-on.
"Excellent. You should now be capable of long-range healing, even enveloping yourself in the Sacred Gear's aura to heal multiple allies simultaneously."
"Yes! Thank you, Azazel-sensei!" Asia beamed, her gratitude echoing through the air.
Azazel turned his attention to Akeno Himejima.
She possessed the bloodline of a top-tier Fallen Angel but hadn't yet mastered its full potential.
Akeno hovered in the air, clad in her elegant red and white miko attire, crackling bolts of lightning dancing around her.
Behind her, her devil wings had transformed into Fallen Angel wings!
"I have nothing more to teach you," a calm voice said. Akeno glanced over, her expression distant.
"Thank you," she replied, her tone polite but detached.
