The next moment, a silver-haired, blue-eyed beauty stepped out of the magic circle—her figure tall, elegant, wrapped in a crisp blue-and-white maid uniform that clung perfectly to her voluptuous curves.
Izumi frowned the instant he saw her outfit.
…This deja vu was way too strong.
Wait—Is that Sakuya Izayoi's maid uniform?
Why is Grayfia Lucifuge wearing Sakuya's clothes?
Meow?? Don't tell me she's Sakuya's older sister? Or worse… a transmigrator?
A flood of ridiculous thoughts rushed into Izumi's head. Grayfia's arrival left him genuinely stunned.
The resemblance was simply too perfect!
After stepping out of the magic circle, Grayfia bowed gracefully to the group.
"Good day, everyone."
Then her cool gaze shifted to Izumi.
"Izumi-sama, may I request that you stop? At this rate, you truly might end up killing the Phoenix family's heir."
Her voice was calm, cold, and impeccably refined—like a perfect head maid from some noble household.
Rias was equally shocked at the sight of her.
"Grayfia-san?! Why are you here?"
Grayfia nodded politely.
"Rias-sama, your brother entrusted me to act as the referee."
"The matter of the engagement between the Gremory and Phoenix households will be settled in a Rating Game."
"Sirzechs-sama has already reached an agreement with the Phoenix patriarch."
She turned toward Rias and Riser.
Rias's eyes lit up with relief—her brother finally stepped in!
Riser, however, looked as if his entire worldview had collapsed.
"What did you just say…? Who do you think you are?!"
"You say it's settled in a Rating Game and that makes it law!?"
"I don't agree!"
Grayfia didn't even bother to entertain him.
A crushing aura—one belonging to a Maou-class devil, nearly at the level of a transcendent—burst from her and slammed directly onto Riser.
Her eyes sharpened.
"Are you teaching me how to do my job?"
The pressure alone made Riser collapse onto the ground, trembling.
She clicked her tongue with a look of mild disgust.
If Sirzechs hadn't asked her personally, she wouldn't have bothered coming.
As the fifth Maou of the Underworld—though the world only recognized four—Grayfia was far too busy for this nonsense.
Her power was S-plus class, only one step away from SS-rank… a monstrously powerful devil.
Riser finally remembered who he was standing in front of.
His face drained of all color, his mouth opened, but no words came out.
Once the idiot finally shut up, Grayfia nodded and continued:
"The Rating Game will take place next week."
"However, since Rias-sama currently has only two servants, her team is incomplete."
"Therefore, by special rule, she is permitted to recruit up to two external helpers within this week."
Rias's eyes glimmered mischievously.
She stepped forward and boldly wrapped her arms around Izumi.
"I've already chosen my external helper. Izumi-kun."
"I'm counting on you, right?"
As she spoke, she rubbed her cheek against Izumi's chest.
Izumi coughed hard.
"A-Ahem… I already promised, didn't I?"
Damn it, woman, stop seducing me—my gun is going to fire!
Rias beamed, delighted.
She then turned toward Riser, her eyes once again cold.
"Go prepare."
"In one week, this matter ends."
Riser's face turned an impressive shade of green.
Not just green—grasslands of Inner Mongolia were sprouting from his head.
He was absolutely livid.
"Fine, FINE!!"
"A Rating Game, right?!"
"You'll regret it!!"
His gaze was full of hatred.
Izumi's expression darkened instantly. He raised the Yellow Rose of Punishment with clear disdain.
"You want me to give you another slash? One that'll leave a scar on your face forever?"
Riser's expression twisted.
He hated Izumi—hated him down to his bones.
"Just wait!! That helper role isn't so easy to play!!!"
A red magic circle appeared beneath him, and he vanished—
Majestic when he arrived, beaten like a stray dog when he left.
Truly the unluckiest day of his life.
Izumi snorted.
"Should've chopped off his hand while I was at it."
A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
A Rating Game, huh? Fine.
I'll make him regret being born.
Everyone in the old school building felt a chill.
Izumi was way too ruthless today.
He'd blinded the guy earlier… and now wanted to amputate him?!
Are you a devil or something?!
Akeno looked at Izumi, then at Asia, a soft envy flickering in her eyes.
To have a man protect you like this… must be wonderful.
If Riser hadn't tried touching Asia, none of this would've happened.
But he reached out first—and grabbed a burning stove.
Instant punishment.
Rias hid her amusement.
Honestly, she wanted to shout "Nice one!" but restrained herself.
Asia, Akeno, even Megumi—they all felt a bit jealous.
If Riser had tried touching them…
Would Izumi have reacted the same way?
The thought stuck in their hearts.
Grayfia finally spoke again.
"Well then, everyone. I shall take my leave."
"We will meet again in one week."
"Rias-sama, do your best. If you lose, all of Sirzechs-sama's efforts will be for nothing."
She gave Izumi one last glance before disappearing.