In the end, Issei was punished. Rias decided to send him to a personal trainer who promised a lot of pain for the young pervert. This didn't make Altair entirely happy, but at least it would keep the brown-haired boy away.
It was a little annoying how they seemed to forgive the brat simply by justifying it with the fact that he was "a harmless pervert." While it was true that he was a good person, it was disgusting to have him around. It was an interesting contradiction in his personality. Altair knew that Hyoudou wasn't evil, not yet. But a person who sought out any way to see a woman naked was not right in the head.
Rias and he ended up having a little argument that ended with them both fucking. This time, Lavender joined them. The redhead got quite competitive against the blonde.
"Are you ready, all three of you?" he asked the Potter twins and his girlfriend. The three of them were in bed, with magic reading devices around them. They were high-end medical devices in the magical world. Lily got them.
At that moment, they were about to reincarnate the girls to the Altair nobility. Three mutated pawns were in the young man's hands.
"Yes," the conviction with which they responded seemed adorable to him.
One by one, the pieces entered each of the girls' chests. Lily was there, watching the process. She wanted to capture the transformation from human to devil.
The process was visually quite dull, but the machines told a different story. At first, they showed the intensity of the magic, but that intensity gradually faded, like when a person dies. Then it rose rapidly until it began to flash red numbers, indicating overload.
If Lily used them, she would probably have ended up breaking the machines.
"How do you feel?" Lily asked her daughters and Lavender.
"Strong."
"Dizzy."
"Horny." The three gave completely different answers.
"Okay, let's check your Evans then," the woman said.
It was known, from Altair, that the measuring device created by Lily measured the flow of both mundane and diabolical magic.
Altair estimated that the girls should get relatively high Evans, at least middle class.
A little unfair, he thought. He had barely reached 100,000 Evans after more than half a year of hard work... fucking.
It was exhausting being an orgasm donor for beautiful girls.
[115,000], [126,000], and [140,000] were the results for Lavender, Azalea, and Harley.
"Did you see that!" shouted the green-eyed girl, showing off in front of the others.
The results, overall, were as expected. Although if the girls had a system, they couldn't have exact numbers because of the formula that calculated them. But Altair assumed that the same logic of the world did not apply to himself.
"Congratulations, Harley, you were always the stronger twin," Azalea commented casually, looking at a graph generated about her magical activity during reincarnation.
"It's no fun if you don't cry," Harley complained.
"It's no fun if we already know the outcome," Lavender commented.
"Master, uh, Altair," the girl corrected herself mid-sentence. "May we have a duel?" she said, pulling out her wand.
"As you wish," the girl was pretty decent at fighting.
Waving her wand, Altair began to expand the ground beneath her feet, seeking to create a larger battlefield.
Lily looked at them with narrowed eyes, as if wondering if they would dare to break any of the million-galleon devices she had acquired.
The woman raised a shield over all the devices, doubting that they could accidentally break her shield.
"Are you ready?"
"Always," Altair replied.
At that moment, his amount of Evans was lower, which didn't really mean anything.
His magic and Harley's were different. His was denser.
While he could cast fewer Lumus spells than Harley, his Lumus spells would always be more powerful than hers. If both used the same amount of magic in a spell, Altair's spell would always be superior.
He used to believe that this was due to the mixture of mundane magic in her body and the devil's magic. Now, he wasn't so sure. Lily possessed incredible magic, but it was less dense than his. It could be due to something else, such as having "felt his soul" when he fought his father.
Or maybe it was the heritage from being a descendant of one of the maous.
"Expelliarmus," it seemed that the Potters had a predetermined spell to use.
"Expelliarmus," Altair's spell, quickly swallowed Harley's, broke it, and reached the witch's hand in no time.
Harley's wand made a magnificent arc in the sky before falling onto Altair's hand.
Only the wood never touched the boy's skin.
"Really? Accept that you lost," Lavender cried.
Harley had lunged at Altair quickly, like a cougar eyeing fresh blood. She ended up trying to kick Altair in the head, which would have caused significant damage if it had hit squarely.
Altair blocked it with his hand, but ended up numb from the blow. Harley's physical abilities had skyrocketed. They were almost on par with Altair's own.
The boy considered fighting hand-to-hand, but that wouldn't be very gentlemanly, would it?
Harley raised her wand in the air and cast a spell at Altair. He quickly stepped back, only to see the ground explode in front of him.
A huge rock shot in his direction. Altair caught it with his bare palm and threw it at Harley. The girl prepared to dodge it.
"Reducto," the stone exploded, causing no severe damage to Harley, but it did obstruct her vision.
Harley was a fairly aggressive fighter. She wasn't looking for an advantage in any way; she wanted to crush her opponent. Her spells were mainly offensive, and she even preferred to dodge, taking advantage of her physical abilities, rather than use a shield.
Altair had never seen her fight in a duel before. She was truly magnificent. Her senses, her strength, everything was there to dominate every fight.
But against a more powerful opponent, she could never win.
A duel is not based entirely on overwhelming your opponent with brute force. There is also the subtle art of deception to defeat someone more powerful.
Harley was too honest with her attacks—
Altair was not.
He had been casting single spells, then, using the motus spell, he left it almost static in one place. Spinning around. A normal mage would have difficulty controlling a single spell with motus, but not Altair.
Wisdom as a stat didn't make him a philosopher who presents a plucked chicken as a man, but it did give him the ability to have greater control over spells. The more it increased, the easier spells became for him, the more efficient.
He could have ended the fight the way Harley fought, simply overwhelming her with spells, but he wanted to teach her something, to teach her other ways of fighting. It would be up to her whether she wanted to learn or stick with her current style.
He had a total of five spells hidden around Harley; the girl's eyes were focused on him.
He cast a disarming spell and then mentally commanded the other spells to be cast in the girl's direction.
Harley must have had incredibly sharp senses. Altair couldn't explain otherwise how she was able to sense the spells on her back.
'But it won't do any good. Oh, yes, it did,' Altair chuckled softly as he looked up at the sky.
In the sky was Harley, with two membranous wings on her back. They were thin and transparent, like those of a bat. Altair was surprised that they could keep her in the air, although it was probably a magical factor that gave her the ability to fly.
He himself had discovered the wings of devils long ago, but he realized that he did not possess them. It was probably because of the ritual that Voldemort had performed on him when he was a child.
Altair looked at Lily. The woman had not shown wings before, but now, after seeing her daughter, she had unfolded them.
"I can fly!" Harley shouted as she spun 360 degrees in the air.
"Arresto Momentum," Altair shouted as the girl began to fall from the air.
Harley froze inches from the ground. With her strong body, she probably wouldn't have hurt herself, but Altair's instincts took over.
"I feel like I'm learning to crawl," Lily said as she approached Harley, her wings moving strangely like appendages she couldn't quite control.
Altair was next to Harley in seconds.
"I won," he said as he took the wand from the girl's hands.