AN: IT IS HERE! The long overdue chapter number 3 is finally done. My bad for taking this long. (insert bell noise and old hag repeating "Shame" here) But it is here, so call it my Halloween/Early X-mas/every-other-holiday-that-was-between-the-chapters present. Thanks to everyone who waited patiently and members of the elite fav squad. PS. I'm looking for a beta for this story, who would maybe also motivate me, but that'd be a bonus. Anyone who's eager PM me.

About the story, looks like I'll have to make a pool whether hook Grayfia with Issei or everyone's favorite Lucifer (or the second one if you like Vali more). But that's for later. Here we have yet another chapter, this one introducing guaranteed main girl and greatest Devil Magical Girl(who as there are no Magical Girls yet is someone else) and preparing for the big party!

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Inside his temporal room, Issei sat his bed again only in pants, as Treon Zelvon circled around him. Sage Devil had already taken a portion of his blood, hair, and saliva, checked his senses and scanned his whole body, now comparing the results with his previous notes.

"The wound in your legs seems to be fully healed. There are no signs of light poisoning, demonic energy flow looks stable. About the wound itself both, the bone and muscles mended perfectly, so your fighting capacity should not suffer because of that." The scholar hovered magic circle around star-shaped scar that formed where his leg was pierced. Packing his equipment vast bag, the old man turned from his patient to the doors and sighed at the nailed there piece of paper. "Although, looking at the list of complaints from the female part of the staff, you were already better. Explain to me, how is it possible to earn twenty charges of peeking at women's changing rooms and sexual harassment in just two days? And I'm just talking about the cases you were caught here and where women were offended with that. Your lust for sure matches that of Lord Asmodeus himself, perhaps you are one of his offsprings."

This kind of remarks became the norm in their talks during Issei's week was in the Academy. The director put for himself a goal to find his patient's roots, if not specifically who his parents were, then at least which Clan would he be also part of besides Gremory. His theories varied from those relating to his aura and energy, pointing at mixed heritage with Phenex or one of the Clans known for their affinity with Dragons, like Buné. However, when he looked outside of it, the most obvious answer seemed to be Asmodeus Clan judging by the boy's personality, but his looks were like those of Bael Clan. Treon was sure that finding his identity will be a big challenge for even for someone like him, what only ignited the fire burning inside him and gave him an almost forgotten feeling reminding him of his beginnings as a researcher.

Shrugging as he started to dress himself up, Issei laughed sheepishly. "Heh, sorry. It's it's just that I can't help it. With all those beautiful women around as a man that loves their bodies, it's my duty to admire those marvels!"

Stopping midway, Treon gave the teenager curious look. "If that's the case, why don't you ask one them to sleep with you? There are plenty of women who would go to bed with the son of Gremory Clan, even if he is adopted." He asked deadly serious.

Issei almost choked on the air, not prepared for that question. After a minute when he stopped coughing, Issei meet the eyes of still staring man. "It's just that... I don't want it like that."

"You don't want it like what? From what I've heard, you want a harem."

"Of course! But..."As robed Devil's eyes still bore into him, Issei thought silently how to put how he felt in words. "I don't want to force or use any of them. Ignoring that I'm still not used to being Sirzechs' brother, getting someone to sleep with me because of my new social status does not sit with me well. I'm going to build my harem, and it will be the greatest harem in this world! But, for my pride, I will do it myself, not because someone important likes me and my moral code won't let me to ever just use them, no matter the situation! I'm not sure if you understand, but that's how it is." He explained with a steel determination in his voice.

"So you won't force them because you respect them, yet you're okay with watching them naked without their permission." Old sage summed up. Stroking his beard, he smiled a little. "I understand you, at least partly. Staying true to yourself, not taking an easy way out and following your ambitions. I know those, I was young myself. I'm not gonna judge where you place yours, it's not my place. But please refrain from giving me more work than I already have. If you have to do those things, do it so no one catches you or outside of my Academy." He ended with a mischievous wink.

"Besides, if you'd use being my brother like that, you'd earn really long and boring talk about how you should respect your duties from Mother." Sirzechs joked lightly, walking to the room in his official clothes. Standing before Zelvon, he bowed his head politely. "Good morning, Master Zelvon. How's the patient?"

Doing the same, old Devil released his bag, which right before hitting the floor sprung insect-like legs and ran out of the room. "Welcome, young Gremory. Ready to leave at any moment, just like you. Now excuse me, I have an important experiment waiting for me. Farewell." Bowing again to both teenagers, Treon fixed his robe and followed steadily after the running bag.

Watching after leaving man Sirzechs walked up to the bed and swept his eyes over Issei with a small smile. "The clothes servants brought look good on you. What do you think of them?"

Issei stood up and checked himself in the mirror. "They're... Umm, red?" He answered hesitantly, turning to the sides and checking himself from different angles.

The clothes they talked about were a set of blood-red trousers with black ends, paired with a same colored blazer over the silk shirt in a light shade of crimson. Both blazer and trousers were trimmed with gold demonic symbols on the sides of arms and legs, as well as blazer had gold Gremory symbol over the hearth. Over his shoulders, he had wrapped long black cape reaching down to his ankles, that had another Sirzechs' and now also his family crest shining with red light. The last elements of his new wear were dark-red, almost black high boots, completing the image that for Issei seemed not like him. And worst of all, he couldn't move around freely in it, the shirt and the blazer keeping him in place.

"Red, uncomfortable and noisy you mean?" Sirzechs' smile only grew in size. "To be honest I hate this ceremonious thing as well and I'm grateful that I'm not the one who has to wear them. But today's your big day, you're going to be presented to the Clan as an official member, so there's no escape for you. They'll introduce you to elder members, serving Clans and few of our closest friends, so grit your teeth and try to look presentable." Redhead consoled his friend.

Leaving his unfamiliar reflection, Issei sighed and glanced around the room. Seeing no sense in delaying, he looked at Sirzechs expectantly. "When are we leaving? Do I need to take anything?"

"If you're ready we can leave right now." He summoned magic circle. "Let's go."

DxD

With a red flash, both Devils appeared in the main hall of Gremory Residence, with Lady Gremory and a group of maids waiting for them.

"You're finally here! Hurry, we have to prepare you before the celebration." Venelana quickly gave maids sign, at which they circled both boys and started pushing them to the next room.

"Prepare? But we're already dressed. Mom, please don't tell me I have to wear the same thing Issei does." As they were pushed Sirzechs asked uncertainly, while Issei noticed that some maids' uniforms seemed to tight around their chests and threatened to spill their content out.

His mother smiled warmly at that. "Of course not." As Sirzechs let out a sigh, the door before them opened, showing two high chairs. "But we still have to take care of your hairstyles. Ladies, you can start."

"What?!" Sirzechs screamed in surprise, mirrored by Issei who drew his eyes from surrounding him women.

Like that, both of them were forced to endure half hour of motionless sitting, as they were handed from one pair of hands to another, with scissors flashing, hot air gushing and magic circles flying around. When ladies finally deemed them ready and put them before the mirror, it showed another unfamiliar image. Sirzechs looked mostly unchanged, with the exception of his hair being slightly shorter and more styled. Where previously were several burned or uneven strands left after his fight, now none could find those even with hawk's eyes.

However, the biggest surprise was Issei himself. If after dressing up he could hardly recognize himself, now in the mirror stood total stranger. His normally spiky hair was now combed and sleeked behind, with all unruly strands brought into perfect harmony and cut to appropriate length. Staring at his reflection, the teen turned to others with unbelieving expression.

"Is that me?"

Venelana, pleased at maids' handwork, clapped loudly her hands. "Thank you, ladies. You can go now." As servants bowed their head and walked away, Lady Gremory turned to her old and new sons. "Alright, now you are ready. Guests will soon start to arrive and in the evening we will begin the ceremony. Issei, do you remember your part?"

What she was asking was part of apparently Devil traditional adoption ceremony, and as Issei was being brought into the inner family, he had to take part in a ritual where he made vows to his new Clan and few other things. His lines and what exactly was expected of him was brought to Issei when he was yet bedridden, so without anything else to do and not wanting to embarrass himself or people who were doing so much for him, he memorized the whole thing. Of course, as soon as he could walk he started his peeking quest, but before that had enough time before that.

"Yes, perfectly."

"Good. Sirzechs, now as you have a free moment please show Issei around the mansion. After you finish be at the main entrance, as you will be greeting guests." After explaining, Venelana looked at them expectantly.

"Understood." Both of them chorused.

Looking after leaving Lady Gremory, Sirzechs scratched his chin. "We don't have much time, then showing everything is out. There's also no need for the ballroom or courtyard, as you'll see them later." Falling silent for a moment, redhead walked few steps around. "Hey, did you eat anything yet?"

At the mention of it, Issei only then noticed that his stomach for quite some time was demanding his attention, what was drowned by all the women around him. "No. Actually, now that you said it, I'm starving."

"Then kitchen it is." Sirzechs announced.

As they strolled through the corridors, Issei noticed how many people, or more accurately Devils, were passing them. Varying from more women in familiar maid's uniforms and accompanying them butlers, to finely dressed nobles and guards with Gremory sigils on their uniform, they all rushed with their task. However, every time they were noticed, what with Issei's choice of attire was more often than not, whoever they were stopped and stared at the pair of teenagers.

"I think that this attracts too much attention. The cape itself is overdoing it, but with everything else..." Brunet complained, tugging at his uniform.

"It's not that. They'd stare at you no matter what you'd wear, it's actually really rare for one of Pillar family to adopt someone. You're actually a celebrity in the Underworld right now." Sirzechs explained, but couldn't suppress a chuckle. "But you're right, your attire doesn't help."

During their walk through corridors, even though Sirzechs told him they would use those less used ones, Issei felt overwhelmed with it. Every door they passed were made of high-class wood and were at least twice his size, with bigger ones doubling that. On the marble walls, there were various painting and arrays, every hallway was lined with thick carpet that silenced steps of brimming servants. There wasn't anything so outrageous as handles made of pure gold, but even that made Issei dizzy while thinking how the most presentable part of the house looks like.

Finally, they appeared before widely opened gate-like doors, that two rivers of Devils either exited or entered through. Before even walking into the kitchen a strong aroma of cooked dishes hit hard both teenagers, making Issei's stomach grumble like a hungry beast. Inside there like a sea of chaos people were running around with trays, multiple fires burned under pans, kettles, and spits, cooking animals and beasts that most of them Issei had no idea what they were.

"Rotate faster that boar or you're gonna burn it and then I'll cook you instead! You there, with trays, move faster, there's the whole line of those waiting and you look like sleeping instead of running! And you with fishes, slow down, they're fragile and if you drop them like that you can as well leave and don't waste them!"

"Yes, Asura chef!"

Amid that man with long brown hair stood like a captain during the gale, shouting orders and operating himself three different stands. The man's hair was tied behind except one strand and he had a slight beard, while his attire consisted of a long sleeved white jacket and loose black pants. Passing between rushing personnel, Sirzechs led them straight to him, waving to attract his attention.

" Asura-chef, do you have a moment?" Redhead Devil asked in a friendly manner.

Turning to the newcomers, the man's expression softened a little seeing who called him out. "Oh, Gremory kid. I already told you to stop with that moniker. What do you want here, we're overworked and everyone acts like crazy." After that he turned behind, his eyes immediately finding a timid blue-headed girl who uncertainly worked over her stand. "Tadokoro, leave the meat and change with the idiot who's butchering that already dead fish!"

Asura scanned the kitchen, stopping for a moment over called girl, who in fright almost literally dropped both knife and meat she was holding and then ran to her new place. Meanwhile, Sirzechs turned to his companion. "Issei, this is Jouichirou Yukihira, Gremory's head chef, known as Asura or the Devil of the kitchen."

Issei nodded courteously and held out a hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Issei, since not long ago Issei Gremory."

Switching from frying pan to a knife cutting the meat before him with lightning speed, Jouichirou glanced at Issei's clothes and answered with a nod. "Likewise. So you're the kid that we're preparing this all, huh? I'd gladly shake your hand but unfortunately, we're little short on those. Now, why are you here?"

"We've come to ask if you have something light for us to eat before everything starts." Sirzechs explained quickly.

Turning to another pot, Asura grimaced. "You couldn't find the worst moment, I can't spare even a second to prepare you something. But..." Looking again around the kitchen, he found familiar spiky red hair and white headband. "Souma, your break is in fifteen minutes, right?!"

"Yeah! So?!" A young voice shouted in reply over the noise.

"Make something fast for two people and take it now, Sirzechs and today's VIP are hungry!"

"On it!"

Jouichirou turned again to two Gremories, motioning his head on a quiet spot where small group sat eating. "Go there, your food will be in a moment."

"Thanks." They both nodded gratefully and again started pushing through the crowd to the pointed place. After finally leaving cramped space they sat at one free table and sighed in relief. Looking around, they saw that everyone sitting with them was in kitchen uniforms, appearing as if they walked through the deepest levels of Hell and now had a lunch break.

"And it's all because of me? It seems more like a preparation for war than a feast." Issei awed in disbelief.

"For us, it is like a food war, especially at the times like this." A carefree voice spoke behind them, belonging to a boy their age, who was holding three covered plates. The newcomer had hair in a similar tone of red as Sirzechs, held by a white headband, vertical scar over one of his yellow eyes and the same outfit as Jouichirou.

Smiling towards him and instantly taking one plate, Sirzechs started the introduction. "Thanks. Issei, this is our distant cousin from his mother side, Souma Yukihira. When you'll taste his food, you'll fall in love with him."

Following his example, Issei looked curiously at the other redhead, hearing again the same family name, which as he thought about it now sounded a little familiar. Not the name itself, but the way it rolled of his tongue. "Yukihira Souma? Are you Asura-san son?"

Grinning widely, young chef removed his headband and sat down with them. "Got that in one try. So you're the new guy that saved Gremory's life? Good job." Staying silent for a moment, Souma didn't move his eyes from the brown-haired teenager. "Sorry if it sounds weird, but... Are you from Japan?"

Issei and Sirzechs stopped right before removing their lids. "What do you mean?" Sirzechs asked.

"It's just... The way he repeated my name, starting from a family one, or adding "-san" at the end of Dad's moniker. His face and name also remind me of Japan." Scarred Devil answered with a shrug.

Exchanging glances with Sirzechs, Issei also shrugged helplessly. "Sorry, but to be honest I have no idea. I don't remember anything before waking in the forest and scraps I remember mostly don't make any sense."

"Besides, we've checked and he's not in any part human, so there's no chance for that." Gremory heir added.

"Oh, that's great. Not that you don't remember anything, but that you're full Devil. With that hair, we'd most likely, in the end, found out that you're my secret uncle. And that'd be confusing." Souma sighed in relief. "Alright, let's eat."

As they opened the lids, the freed smell hit everyone at the table, making two Devil droll and the young chef's grin to widen. Inhaling the rich aroma, they stared at bits of different kinds of meat mixed with herbs and golden dressing.

Swaying his hand, Souma announced. "I present to you "Yukihira Style Mashup of Bits and Scraps"!"

Sirzechs looked in disbelief from the tray to his cousin. "You've created this in a minute before getting here?"

Yellow-eyed Devil smugged at that. "You just don't know how to move in the kitchen and gave me plenty of time to finish this."

Not caring about the weird name, Issei already jumped at the food, devouring it with monstrous speed. As a symphony of splendid sensations stimulated his senses, Issei thought about one strange thing Souma said and reluctantly stopped his fork.

"Why would I most likely be your uncle if I'd be from Japan?"

Souma shrugged as if the question was a regular topic for him. "You see, I'm not Pure-blooded Devil. Pops, the 'Devil of the kitchen', is ironically a Half-Devil, what makes me Devil only in three forth. And as there's not much of other mixed bloods, especially Japanese, chances that we'd be family are high."

"You will officially be family in a few hours, just from the other parent." Sirzechs pointed out in-between bites.

Issei, who returned to eating right after his question, just stared in a blissful haze over the empty plate. Seeing his reaction to the food, Souma took out a small box and opened it with a wide grin before brown-haired Devil. "Want to try this one?"

Issei hesitated for a moment, as what he saw inside was an oily black mass with some tentacles. But thinking that he shouldn't judge the book by its cover and the chef that created the previous dish had to make even something looking more like tar than food tasty, Issei took a big portion of it and swallowed.

Sirzechs too late noticed what was happening to stop it. When black grease was right before Issei's mouth, the last thing he remembered was the redhead raising energetically and shouting something in a panic.

DxD

There was darkness, it was one thing that Issei was sure about. The teenager didn't know why, but he was drifting among this darkness, totally naked. Actually, it wasn't exactly true, as on his left arm Boosted Gear shone with calm green light, but that didn't help him much with this weird experience. Issei tried to kick his legs and "swim" in some direction, but without any orientation points, there was no way to know if it had any effect.

Crossing arms over the chest, Issei looked at red gauntlet helplessly. "Great. Right when I was getting used to this, something like that happened. What this place even is?"

When he spoke up, something changed. Issei felt "something" around him, staring at him from... Everywhere? Even the weird presence didn't help him with setting any direction, only further confusing the Devil. But the longer it was there, the more weird thoughts started appearing in Issei's head. At first, it was just something akin to a hunger, but different. Then came curiosity, loneliness and when the hate started to flood him, Issei was sure that something was wrong. Every next thought became more inhuman and Issei quickly stopped even understand what they meant. Thoughts became images and seeing himself from afar, closing in, was the last push to dropped Issei into the madness...

"Shoo, shoo. Bad world-eating monster. Leave. ...Fuck off!" The somehow familiar voice snapped from behind Issei, or wherever it was. After his words, now scared presence quickly ran off and Issei felt a pair of hands shaking him. "Yo, you're in there?! Please say yes, I don't want to search for new you and repeat everything again."

Feeling his senses slowly coming back to normal, Issei remembered how to understand what he heard, recognizing the weird cat's voice. Then his eyes started to work as they used to, and he saw before him a man with orange eyes surrounded by similar light as he. Yet unlike him instead of being naked, the man was wearing... a pirate outfit? With a hat, leather boots and all, the only thing missing was an eye-patch.

"Eeee?" Instead of words, inaudible sound left his mouth, but that seemed to be good enough for the man because he smiled with relief.

"Thank goodness. Those things operate on higher planes than normal being like you, and when they try to communicate, it ends up with brains just... turning into a jelly. Not that their conversation partners care, when their world is consumed a few minutes later."

Listening, Issei felt again like when that weird thing "talked" to him. "Excuse me, but... Who are you? And where are we?"

The man stared at him for a moment confused, tilting his head. "You've already forgotten me? I missed my introduction earlier, but I'm the one who unlocked that gadget on your hand." Not-catlike cat said, pointing at Sacred Gear. "And that fancy thingy is the answer to your second question, 'coz we're inside it. At least your consciousness. But how the fuck you've got here, I have no idea."

"We're... inside? But-" Teen tried to speak but was unceremoniously cut off.

"Originally it was created as a prison for someone very big, very angry and very powerful, at least by your standards. But without him here, this whole place is empty and that's what called Speedy here."

"'Speedy'?" Issei lost what his companion was talking about again.

"The entity that almost mashed your brain. That's how I call him." Looking around the darkness, the older male took off his hat. "Looks like this place can't stay empty, so until that lizard comes here I'll just make it here my second workshop. But you're not needed here, for now, so you too, shoo." The hat then landed on Issei's eyes and everything vanished.

DxD

"...-ake up. Wake up!"

Worried voices got to Issei's hazed mind as he started to regain consciousness. Actually, how did he ended on the floor with two redhead guys shaking him like a rag-doll? He was eating with Sirzechs and Souma, tried the suspicious looking food and... And then what? He had no idea if what happened was real or just a dream, but for his sanity, he convinced himself that he was hallucinating from food poisoning.

"I'm awake! Let go of me!" Pushing them away, Issei stood up and straightened up his way-too-red clothes. "Why are you so jumpy anyway? And what the fuck did you gave me?!"

"No time talk! We have to run, or Mother will chew us out. You were out cold for an hour and we have to be at the entrance like, right now!" Sirzechs grabbed his shoulders and started running without giving Issei a chance to oppose.

"AN HOUR?! Seriously, what the fuck did I ate?!" Turning to shout at Souma, Issei saw him grinning at running duo without any shame.

"I'll explain it later. Now just run. Sorry! Make a way please!" Sirzechs speed with him as a battering ram pushing through the crowd.

"Sorry! Excuse us!" Issei joined in apologizing. "Hey, why are we running instead of teleporting there?"

"Just shut up and run!"

After five minutes of the crazy sprint, shoving through a sea of servants and more 'sorry's than anyone cared to count, two breathless Devils stood before the main entrance to the mansion. Before the impressive doorway entourage of clan members and servant, with Lord and Lady Gremory at the front, was lined.

Noticing teenagers, Venelana hurried at them to join the group. "Stand next to us, you have to greet the guests. And Issei, try to remember as many names as you can, most of them will be family friends or allies."

Rushing to their spots, Issei leaned to Sirzechs and whispered. "Now that we've finally stopped, can you explain me that thing with Souma?"

"He's a great chef and in the future, he will probably beat his father. But unfortunately, both of them have an unhealthy habit of sometimes making as disgusting dishes as possible and testing them on others. Lately, it became so bad that Father thinks about weaponizing their... creations." Redhead whispered back.

After that they fell silent, watching as the massive slowly began to open. Through it started coming Devils bearing banners with blue symbols on them, led by a pompously dressed giant of a man acting as their herald.

When they entered, the giant inhaled loudly. "LORD AND LADY SITRI WITH THEIR DAUGHTER AND ESCORTE HAS ARRIVED!" After the announcement that Issei thought had enough force to shake the foundations of the mansion, the herald moved away. In his place stepped a pair of black-haired, blue-eyed Devils dressed in a similar manner as Lord and Lady Gremory, but with blue additions instead of red. The man was of slender build, fitting for someone doing intellectual work, with his eyes and serious face further increasing the image. His wife held herself in a similar manner, with small smile decorating her face when her sight stopped on Issei.

"Zeoticus, Venelana, it's been too long since we've seen each other. Unfortunately, the war has taken its toll even on our friendship."

Saying those words, Lord Sitri walked with arms wide open to Sirzechs' father, who met him halfway with a bear hug and happy face. Little to the side ladies had their own reunion, although less emotional than their husbands'.

"Yes, it's been. But the time for reminiscence will be later." Letting go of his friend Zeoticus turned to Issei. "Meet Issei, the boy who saved Sirzechs who in another few hours will officially become our son. Son, these are Shilon and Sarvi, our dear friends. And where is Sera-"

"SIRZY!"

Zeoticus' introduction was interrupted when the child-like girl ran from behind the monstrous herald and clung to crimson Devil and screaming his name.

"Sirzy, are you alright?! I've heard that you fought with Fallen Angels and could've died! You can't die or me, Aju and Fal will be sad! You can't!"

As the girl let go of Sirzechs, Issei could finally get a good look of her. Long twin tails held by pink ribbons, child-like face, striking blue eyes. Then his mind noticed her totally not child-like bust, covered by navy-blue and pink dress reaching the floor. At least partly, as the sides and the back part with a cut in the middle did that. However, at the front, it was much shorter, not even reaching halfway to her knees. When the girl twirled to face him, the bottom part of the dress looked as if she flapped flashy wings.

"Yes, yes, Sera. I'm good. However, meet my friend who helped me then, Issei. Issei... Issei!" When Serafall released him, Sirzechs tried to introduce her to Issei. However, he was meet with brown-haired teenager staring without blinking at the blue ball of excitement and unpredictability. And then said ball hopped without a warning to Issei and stood on her toes so close that her nose was almost touching his. And her boobs actually touching him.

"Issei? Issei... Ise! Thanks for saving Sirzy! I am Devil Fairy Sera, nice to know you." She ended with a wink and booped Issei's nose.

That seemed to wake him up. When he first saw her just like with Lady Gremory her beauty struck him like a lightning. However unlike previously, he wasn't looking at the older woman, but at the girl his age, and his brain just... Stopped after plastering a dumb smile on his face. That happened a lot to him today actually, for various reasons. When it rebooted and started working again, he tried to remember what Sirzechs told him about this weird and attractive girl. Shacking his head he finally noticed the distance between them and not knowing what to do, started stuttering.

"Y-yes, me too. I-I mean, nice to meet your boob- YOU! Nice to meet you!" Taking a deep breath, Issei took a step back and bowed to Sitri heads. "It's an honor to meet you Lord Shilon, Lady Sarvi. I wish you enjoy the ceremony."

"Thank you, it's a pleasure to meet you. Good luck when you will be in front of everyone, we'll see you after the main part. Till later." Lady Sitri answered with a polite nod and her smile grew when she saw her daughter's interaction. After the rest of the group was done with the pleasantries she turned back and led them into the mansion.

"Bye Ise. I'll find you later at the party! And you have a great suit!" Serafall waved merrily as she ran after her parents.

After they left, Sirzechs walked smugly to his friend and hang his arm around him. "She's something else, isn't she? But at how you reacted I guess you plan to start your harem with, huh?"

Still staring after running Serafall Issei absently nodded. "Yeah, you're right... Wait, what?! Don't stick your fingers in my harem, with whom I'll start it and who will be there is my private matter!"

"Stop this and stand still. For the next hour we have to greet everyone, so behave." Venelana scolded both boys, earning tired groan from them and Zeoticus as they fixed their clothes and turned to wait for another group.

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