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Tsk. I don't have a way for this yet.
Listening to the dissatisfaction hidden deep in Grayfia's heart, Hiro's expression didn't change, but his gaze grew a little deeper.
I'll remember this.
"Then, Lord Lucifer, what is your view on the devil race's civil war?"
While the waiter was still preparing their order, Grayfia looked at him and asked calmly.
"My view?"
Noticing the unease in her heart, Hiro chuckled and shook his head, his tone completely indifferent.
"The winner takes all. That's the law devils should follow. Whoever is stronger, has the bigger fist, and the harder head becomes a Maou. Not bloodlines, not ancestral inheritance, not family legacy. When war breaks out again, a weak Maou won't set an example. They'll only shatter morale."
In a dynasty or empire, the ruler doesn't need to be the strongest, as long as they can make subordinates obey.
But for a mixed race like devils, copying human systems was bound to fail.
After all, the gap between a devil's combat power and that of an ordinary human was too large.
"So Lord Lucifer supports the reformist devils, and doesn't plan to return to that world to uphold justice for the four great clans-Lucifer, Leviathan, Asmodeus, and Beelzebub?"
"Justice?"
Hiro scoffed openly at Grayfia's calm expression.
"The bigger fist is justice. Strength is righteousness. If ethics and morality were useful, the Three Factions War and the devil civil war would never have happened. As long as the strength is enough, even a devil child, an old devil, a female devil, or a pregnant devil-I'd support her becoming Maou. Even Lucifer is fine."
"Even Lucifer?"
Grayfia's eyes showed a trace of surprise.
So that's how it is.
I expected his attitude to be extreme, but not this uncaring-even if his own 'possessions' were taken.
A thought surfaced, and Grayfia suddenly realized something.
The boy in front of her wasn't a devil.
He was just a human.
Even if he carried the aura of "Lucifer," he was still human.
Even if he were the reincarnation of the first Lucifer, he was still human.
In other words-
He wasn't even qualified to contend for Lucifer.
"The current me is just a human."
Hiro spoke calmly, clearly aware of what she'd realized.
"Once I obtain that item, whether you stay or leave will be your choice. Before that, you'll remain by my side and be responsible for my daily affairs and translation work. Is that acceptable?"
If a "Repatriation Card" existed in this world, he could send Grayfia back to the High School DxD world at any time.
If not, things would get troublesome.
This was his first time traveling worlds. He didn't know the limits, the conditions, or the price of bringing someone along.
"Yes. That is a maid's duty."
Grayfia nodded lightly, as if it were obvious.
At that moment, the coffee and desserts they'd ordered were served.
That night, in a high-end hotel in northern Belgium.
"Lord Lucifer, your change of clothes and bath towel have been placed by the door."
Hearing the indifferent voice outside, a trace of helplessness flashed across Hiro's face.
"I know. Also, Grayfia, just call me Hiro. I don't like being called Lucifer."
"Yes, Lord Hiro."
Lord...
Forget it.
"Lord" is better than "Lucifer."
Shaking his head, Hiro didn't pursue the issue of titles further. Just as Grayfia's footsteps were fading away, he spoke again.
"Grayfia, come in and scrub my back."
Even considering the self-cuckolding nature of their relationship, he had no intention of doing anything beyond that in this world.
But he also had no psychological resistance to giving her a small punishment.
After all, over the past half day, Grayfia's "disrespectful" thoughts had surfaced again and again.
Whether they were serious or not didn't matter.
"..."
The figure outside paused.
Then Grayfia's usual indifferent voice sounded once more.
"Understood, Lord Hiro."
Early the next morning, Hiro and Grayfia used invisibility magic to pass through without hindrance, crossing the border between France and Switzerland in short order before arriving in Italy.
They chartered a private yacht and headed toward Naples by sea.
"Lord Hiro, is there something about Naples that attracts you?"
Standing at the bow, Grayfia looked at him, faint confusion in her eyes.
"What attracts me is simple. Possible Heretic Gods."
Hiro didn't turn his head, casually answering while watching the unfamiliar coastline.
"Speaking of which..."
Recalling the small town where he met Grayfia the previous afternoon, Hiro turned to look at her.
"There was a Heretic God in Belgium yesterday. It was barely a kilometer away from you. Didn't you feel anything?"
From the moment he saw that thing to the moment it died hadn't even taken five seconds.
Grayfia had arrived earlier and stayed longer.
Given who she was, she should have sensed something.
At least, that was what Hiro thought.
"Yes. I felt nothing."
Grayfia answered without hesitation.
"If it were a God-type enemy, even from more than ten kilometers away, I would have detected it instantly."
So the Heretic Gods of this world are fundamentally different from the Gods of that world?
Hiro nodded slightly, a thoughtful look appearing in his eyes.
A few hours later, the moment they stepped off the yacht, a mysterious magic circle lit up in front of a building several hundred meters away.
Then came a deafening roar that could rupture human eardrums-
ROOOAR!!!
"That is... Lord Hiro's target? A Heretic God?"
Looking at the dozens-of-meters-tall ferocious wild boar in the distance, Grayfia widened her eyes slightly.
"A Heretic God?"
While using Observation Haki to search for Godou Kusanagi, Hiro felt something was off.
"This pig isn't one."
Is the plot really starting this conveniently?
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