Wrought Iron Devil: Gate of Blades

Trip

"(F/n)....." Akeno whispered sensually, straddling you in bed. She made a point of licking her fingers, had her hair down and was only in a tight fitting robe. She was seductive in general, but this straight out of the gate?

"Morning Akeno." You greeted neutrally.

"Is that all you can say, with your girlfriend on top of you?" Akeno leaned down until your faces were inches apart.

"That depends." You replied, exchanging a few kisses with her in the process. "You're a little eager today."

"Of course. You're leaving for Kyoto and leaving me all alone." Akeno whispered. "I need to make up for lost time."

With that, she proceeded to start kissing you all over, even getting a few nips here and there. You simply laid back and let it happen. Since Akeno was one year senior, she would not be coming along. This was simply a win.

......

Prior to the trip itself, Rias wanted to attend a gathering of her family, peerage accompanying her. This meant yet another trip to the Gremory Estate in the Underworld. The Peerage were not the only ones accompanying Rias however. Irina accompanied as well in accordance with her assignment, which by extension meant Saber as well. Counting Mordred and Gilgamesh with you and Iskandar with Issei, it was four Heroic Spirits.

The table side chatter remained pleasant. Irina seemed to take well to being in the home of one of the top Devils. Rias must have informed her father ahead of time, because there was food aplenty to accommodate the likes of Saber and Mordred, not to mention Iskandar. Rossweisse made inquiries revolving around education. To your slight surprise, Gilgamesh was more pleasant than expected. To be fair, she seemed happy with the wine offered more than anything. Following this, Rias and her entourage made for the residential suite as Sirzechs was there.

"Hey Zechs!" Rias called out as her nephew Milicas ran to his father.

"How did you know?" He asked. With him were Sairaorg and Beowulf.

"Father told us. How are you? Well I hope."

"There was no need to go out of your way to see me, but thanks." Sirzechs replied, patting his sons head. His companions made their voices heard then.

"This is a nice surprise. If it isn't the Ruin Princess, Red Dragon, Wrought Iron Devil, Queen of Heroes, Priestess of Thunder, Knight of Rebellion and King of Conquerers." Sairaorg greeted using everyone's titles. Quite the set when one thought about it.

"I wish you would have told me you were stopping for a visit." Rias said to her cousin.

"He was kind enough to bring fruit from the Bael domain. Also we took the opportunity to discuss the Rating Game you and him will take part in." Sirzechs informed. "Outside of the usual field rules, he requested to remove any complicated rules within the battle rating game."

Rias spoke after a pause let this sink in. "So basically, you want us to use all of our powers in the game, including Heroic Spirits?"

'Surely he can't be serious. Or he's insane.' Archer mused.

One quick analysis of Beowulf versus the likes of Gilgamesh, Mordred and Iskandar was enough. The hypothetical results? Not even close. Your main Servant alone would almost automatically win any battle. What was he up to?

"That's exactly what I'm saying. If I can't take you on at full strength, then I have no business being the heir of a Devil family." Sairaorg explained. Oh, so that was it. The three Heroic Spirits with you had expressions hinted at respect, Mordred baring her toothy grin.