My days with that crazy human began after my brother's humiliating loss in the Rating Game.
It was supposed to be simple.
A friendly match, a show of superiority — my brother, Riser Phenex, against Rias Gremory and her little peerage.
A mere formality before their engagement.
After all, there is no way she would have won against us.
And she can get the justification that she tried to fight for her life.
But then Rias went and cheated on him.
With a human.
Even now, just thinking about it makes me grind my teeth.
After all, probably from here everything turned into a disaster.
Of course, my brother raged — his pride, his ego, everything had been torn apart.
But at that time, deep down… maybe, just maybe, I had hoped she would win.
Not for her sake, but because I wanted to believe in love.
I also wanted to marry someone I chose, not someone chosen for me.
Still, I didn't think we would lose.
We were the Phenex.
Our regeneration alone made us nearly impossible to defeat.
And then he appeared.
That human.
That most infuriating, unpredictable, utterly impossible being in existence.
The moment he stepped onto the field, I could feel something was off.
His aura was strange — not human, not devil, not even holy.
It was… nothing?
As if he were just a normal human civilian with no talent whatsoever.
And then, that thing he summoned.
A dragon called Giratina appeared in the field.
Even now, I don't know how such a strong dragon made a contract with him.
Normally, summoners are limited by their own strength or mana capacity, so we fought with some confidence.
But then they merged.
He tore through us like we were paper.
Broken limbs.
Shattered bones.
He impaled us, broke our jaw, and stuffed a holy cross in our mouth and made sure we couldn't surrender, then flooded the entire battlefield with divine energy.
It wasn't a fight.
It was a massacre.
He smiled through it all, as if chaos itself amused him.
Was that what the true ancestors of devils looked like?
No.
Even they had rules, pride, and reason.
He had none.
When it was over, we were left on the ground — humiliated, shaking, and terrified.
Then came the aftermath.
The Gremory and Phenex families had already agreed that the loser would serve the winner, but demands had already been made; it was just a farce to keep public opinion from turning even worse.
It was supposed to be a symbolic punishment.
But my brother, in all his brilliance, managed to make it real.
We became his 'servants.'
His slaves, really.
At that point, I was sure my life was over.
We expected torture, humiliation — maybe even being turned into his toys.
The man who had looked at us like insects on the battlefield could easily have done worse.
But instead…
He didn't touch us.
Didn't even look at us that way.
Sure, he made us wear embarrassing maid outfits — frills, ribbons, the whole degrading thing.
But that was it.
Then he removed our Evil Pieces, effortlessly, without side effects, just like he showed in the rating game.
A feat that should have been impossible.
And instead of punishment or torment… he put us to work.
Actual, mundane, soul-crushing work.
Cleaning.
Organizing.
Typing up his manuscripts, drawing his manga drafts, making animations for his works, handling data for his games, even doing his homework!
Every single day, it was one ridiculous task after another.
We weren't his prisoners; we were his overworked office staff with no salary at this point!
At first, I was furious.
Then exhausted.
And eventually… more exhausted and confused.
Was this man insane or just lazy in a different way?
Still, nothing could have prepared me for that day.
I had just finished my bath and was changing into new clothes when suddenly — the shadows around me moved.
Before I could even scream, I was pulled through them — and thrown into his room, half-dressed.
There I was — standing in front of him in nothing but my underwear.
My face turned crimson. I was ready to blast him with hellfire, to curse him, to kill him if necessary—
And he had the audacity…
The sheer, unbelievable gall…
To look at me and say:
"Seriously?! What do you think you're doing, dirtying my eyes like that?!"
DIRTYING HIS EYES?!
"Go get dressed or something! I've got actual work for you!"
He's the one who dragged me in there!
And then — then — before I could even yell back, he called me a real pervert!
"I'm not a pervert, before you say it! I already told you you're the one dirtying my eyes, and you're still standing there uncovered. That makes you the real pervert here!"
A real pervert!
I wanted to die.
No, I wanted him to die!
To burn, to beg, to apologize on his knees!
Instead, my tears started to fall.
Out of sheer humiliation.
When did it come to this?
A noble daughter of the Phenex family was reduced to tears because of one crazy human.
He sighed, tossed me some clothes, and said — completely casually —
"Here. Get dressed first. I've got some business to handle over the next few days. You're coming too, so pack both your stuff and mine. I'm tired—I'm going to sleep."
The sound of his breathing, the casual way he returned to sleep, made something inside me snap and then, strangely, dull.
I wanted to lash out.
Pride screamed to hurl the nearest vase, to demand apologies, to mark him with the fire of Phenex's wrath.
But I swallowed every insult and every urge.
I bit my lip hard enough to sting, forcing down the frustration that roiled my chest.
Tears blurred my vision, hot and stupid.
I wiped them away with shaking fingers, trying to steady the tremor in my hands.
I am not going to break down.
So easily.
I am a proud Phenex.
One day — one day — I will get my revenge on him.
Then, with a shaky breath, I began packing.
In silence.
Even if he had an overpowered dragon one day, he would be careless.
And I will take my revenge for all the humiliation he made me suffer.
... Or at least that's what I thought...
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