Chapter 36: The Other Three

It seems that the magic circle in the room has been activated. They've arrived. Thinking that, I look towards the magic circle and, as expected, Grayfia appears. She adorns her beautiful face with light makeup and gazes at me with her usual maid attire and calm eyes.

After her gaze is directed at Ravel, it shifts towards me.

"Riser-sama, as scheduled, the game will begin at midnight Japanese time."

Grayfia informs me as I glance at the clock hanging on the wall.

According to the clock indicating the time in the human world, it's about twenty minutes until the game starts.

This will be my first Rating Game since I reincarnated as Riser. I've been avoiding it until now because it seemed troublesome, but this time it can't be helped. I've already received compensation from Grayfia. I have to play the fool in the game and not lose to Rias.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

While saying that, I retract my wings of flame, and the room is enveloped in darkness, leaving only the light from the magic circle.

"Where are the other servants..."

There are only two people in this room, Ravel and me. She must have thought that. Seeing me store my erect penis, which I took out from Ravel's vagina, back into my pants and cradle the exhausted Ravel in my arms, Grayfia furrows her brows suspiciously.

"Are you looking for us?"

At the voice of the woman, Grayfia's expression momentarily freezes.

She must have just noticed their presence. Grayfia's gaze hurriedly shifts to my back.

Three women standing against the wall. They clearly have different hair colors and body shapes, but all three of them are dressed the same. They wear black, ultra-thin leotard bodysuits, matching long gloves and stockings, and high heels.

Their suits have circular holes exposing their nipples and genitals, with nipple and clitoral piercings swaying. Even more noticeable are the purple lewd marks clearly visible from the suits and the extremely thick vibrators inserted into their pussies.

Those vibrators are handmade by me and cannot be removed without the owner's permission. There is no need to worry about someone else inserting their penis, and the tip of the vibrator releases my semen into the uterus at regular intervals, washing the inside with my genes.

Although they don't look like they're ready for battle, this is the uniform and combat attire of these slaves.

I gently lay Ravel on the bed and address the three slaves.

"Are you all ready?"

"Yes!"

They respond in unison and present me with a neat salute.

Grayfia regains her composure and speaks while looking at the three of them.

"Yubelluna-sama, the 'Queen.' Yuuma Amano-sama, the 'Priestess.' Isabela-sama, the 'Tank.' Am I correct?"

Grayfia states the names of all the demon pieces belonging to my absent servants in this place. Although the appearances of those three and the women in front of me are clearly different, they simply match in terms of the type of devil pieces they possess. There is no way to mistake them. Moreover, it is clearly abnormal for Grayfia, who knows the Gremory servants well, to mistake them for someone else.

A mocking smile appears on the faces of the three women, Akeno Himejima, Asia Argento, and Koneko Tojo.

Due to my ability, the perception of the people around them regarding the three has been altered, and no one except me can recognize them as Gremory servants. The smile they just showed should only be visible to me, not to anyone else.

The ones present here are Riser Phenex's three servants. Not only Greyfia, but everyone should think so. It has been confirmed that this perception alteration also works on Maou-class beings. Furthermore, it is possible to manipulate the perception of specific individuals, and the authority to use perception alteration has also been given to the three of them. With this, we can play without worrying about being accused by anyone.

"If we include Riser-sama, the Phoenix faction will have five participants."

Greyfia expresses her doubt about the lineup, raising a question mark regarding the number of participants.

"Five? It's four. I don't intend to count Ravel."

In a battle aiming for victory, it would be better to have more participants, but it's the opposite this time. I want Ravel, who is peacefully sleeping in my bed, to keep resting.

"It's just to go easy on them. It's necessary, right? After all, our opponent is a beginner in Rating Games."

Rias won't be convinced, but she won't have time to complain once the match starts.

For Greyfia, who hopes for Rias's victory, it's not a bad situation.

"Understood."

As expected, Greyfia obediently lowered her head. It could be seen as a simple acknowledgment or perhaps a gesture of respect towards me, who had given Rias a handicap. I contemplated it, but the latter seemed unlikely.

"Then, please enter the magic circle when it's time."

As someone with previous experience in Rating Games, I didn't need an explanation from Greyfia, but it had been established that entering the magic circle would teleport us to the combat field specifically prepared for the Rating Game. The destination was a disposable world created in a different dimension, where we could wreak havoc without any consequences.

"Very well. Excuse me."