The Cursed Gamer, Book 3

403: Minor Schemes in the Face of a Grand Player

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Chapter 403: Minor Schemes in the Face of a Grand Player

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About half an hour after Neji had left the school, Rias was sitting back in the club with a panicked look on her face. Had this ruined her friendship with Sona? She would hate it if it did, she felt too guilty.

Yet, five minutes later all that guilt was gone. It hadn't vanished, but a larger panic had shadowed that feeling when Riser Phenex visited the club with his disgusting peerage, and announced that the Rating Game would happen in just three more days. What the fuck was going on all of a sudden?

In the end, Rias only saw one hope. That hope had disappointed her before, but now that she had a clearer wish in mind – she thought maybe it would work, maybe her brother would intervene a little.

Rias teleported right into her brother's abode. Her eyes were teary, her nose runny, as she ran through the hallways and pushed into his office.

"Onii-sama!"

She deliberately yelled in Japanese, she knew he liked it. It nearly startled the man busy on his desk, singing some papers. He frowned at first, probably about to ask her why she was here when he was working – an act, she knew, as he was happy to see her. However, his frown melted like snow on a sunny day when he caught the state her face was in. He stood up in his chair.

"Rias?! What happened?!"

"Onii-sama! Waa-!"

Her teary eyes finally burst into a fountain, and for once it wasn't fake when she cried to her brother. She jumped at his arms, pushing her chest against him, and cried harder.

No, this wasn't just about the Rating Game. She knew she would lose as things were right now, but that wasn't all that it was about. If that man was by her side, that Dragon, then she was sure winning the Rating Game would be the least of her worries. When he had released his aura earlier... she had seen it, she had felt it, he was special.

Power, charisma, looks, she liked everything about him. At this point, she just wanted to be lost in his dreamy eyes... So sadly, even if this might make Sona hate her, she had no other choice but to beg her big brother to gift her this dragon's attention.

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"That sounds stupid."

["Grayfia."]

"Haah."

The hallway right outside Satan Leviathan's office trembled with the long sigh of a tired maid. Grinding her teeth, she nearly addressed her husband on the other side of the phone in a way that may actually enrage him. Of course, she knew better than that, centuries of serving him had taught her how to control her emotions.

Sadly, things were getting more annoying to bear than the centuries behind her. His selfless antics were bearable in the past, but recently that had changed; his obsession with his younger sister made Grayfia tick off slightly. However, she knew better than to bring it up, even if she found it particularly annoying.

Grayfia Lucifuge was a war criminal, whom the Super-Devil Sirzechs somehow fell for. Now she was his wife and maid, and Grayfia had always viewed herself as his maid first, and wife later – if at all. So she would have never minded if he got himself a harem, very common for devils, or took his own sister as his bride. They were devils, incest wasn't really a taboo for them, and Grayfia wouldn't have minded if Sirzechs openly wanted that spoiled Rias on his bed.