Diablo in Highschool DxD

Chapter 11: A Talk

She was a stunningly beautiful young woman, appearing to be in her early twenties. Her long, wavy hair was the colour of cherry blossoms. The two horns protruding from her head merely added a more unique and mysterious element to her appearance, making her stand out even more.

The dress was made of a luxurious, silky fabric that shimmered in the light and the high slits on the side revealed a glimpse of her toned legs. Her ample bust and slim waist added to her alluring appearance.

She was a woman of class and beauty

Her piercing eyes locked onto her visitor's, a mixture of confusion, suspicion..... and curiosity

Diablo's eyes lingered on her for a moment, before it shifted to look at her room. It was....liveable, well his standards may have been slightly increased ever since his reincarnation but still, her room lacked the opulence and luxury that one would expect from a woman of her standing, despite it being functional.

.....but knowing her circumstances, he wasn't that surprised.

She rose from her seat and bowed, a formality that she once didn't have to do, but now had to.

"Greetings, Lord Barbatos. I apologise for not greeting you properly and forcing you to travel all the way here"

He waved a hand dismissively, "Its fine, Miss Belphegor. I understand your position right now"

"Roygun"

"Pardon?"

"Please, just address me as Roygun"

"Hmmm, alright....Roygun"

"Thank you, please take a seat"

As he sat down, with Grayfia standing behind him, he noticed that she was still standing. He was briefly confused before understanding that she was asking for his permission to sit. He gave her a nod, indicating that she could sit as well.

Roygun gratefully took a seat, smoothing down her dress as she did so, before turning her attention to Grayfia

"Miss Grayfia, you have always been a role model to me. It is an honour to finally meet the Silver Demoness of Ice, in person"

Grayfia simply responded with a nod, her expression stoic and unreadable. She didn't say anything in response, Roygun simply moved her eyes back to Diablo, taking no offence to it

"I must say Lord, it was quite a surprise to discover you here, seeking me out"

"Does that bother you?" His tone neutral

"No, no, it doesn't, I was simply curious"

Diablo contemplated for a moment, fiddling with a ring on his finger, before inwardly sighing, 'Well whatever, I'll just straight up go for it'

Diablo turned to Grayfia, silently communicating with her through telepathy. She nodded and with a wave of her hand, a transparent round barrier formed around them, blocking any sound from escaping. Roygun watched the exchange with interest but didn't attempt to stop them.

He turned his head back to her

"To be perfectly frank, the real reason why I came to your estate was you"

"Oh?" The eyes filled with the mixture of curiosity, suspicion and confusion were back

"Well, first of all," Diablo continued, "You're not supposed to be here, are you Roygun?"

She let out no seemingly obvious, outward reaction

"Devils from the Extra Demons clans are supposed to cut all ties with their clan if they want to join the Rating Games. And yet, you are still here..."