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Garith Gremory(Riz-kun): Protagonist… I think, he has been not relevant at all lately, no? Laaaaameeeeee~.

Hippolyta (Polly-tan): Garith's first [EVIL PIECE] and [QUEEN], who looks more and more like the protagonist as time goes by. Very cute princess and queen.

Ulysseus(Yuri-kun): Garith's newest [BISHOP], but that's not important since he's absent for this chapter. Huh, still recovering…

Hippolyta is my name.

And now, I'm… Lost.

I was a fool thinking I could trust the male devil known as Garith Gremory to assist me when the opportunity of talking to lady Lilitifa arose. I could've waited until his business with the mermaid devil were done, but knowing him as yours truly, he would become completely engrossed by his feminine companion too much to help me at all. Now here I am, wandering around this foreign location with no set goal in mind but to find a servant or something to guide me to my quarters and rest to unleash a cruel punishment to the redhead male once we meet once again.

Pompous, gaudy and filled with excessive luxury and glint, this place is, just like its owner, overwhelming to the point it becomes distasteful. Home, he calls it, yet it is not comforting nor welcoming for me, my surroundings provoking my senses to their limits, exacerbated by the fact that I find myself completely lost in its entrails, feeling so small and insignificant… Caged, contained… Weak.

The best course of action, as I was taught however, is to simply calm down and grope the nearest walls so that I can guide myself to somewhere, anywhere, and from there decide what to do next. A finger to poke the velveted wall, and then trace a straight line to an unknown, but hopefully discernible location. I hear faint sounds of the workers on their duties, the wind that flows around me, my footsteps and my machinations of my body, but otherwise, undisrupted silence. This place is… Solemn, a home indeed, but not for the likes of me.

Home, home… His home, his abode, where his family resides. All smiles, all kind and welcoming even for a stranger like me, even after what my sisters and family did to him back in Themiskyra, a bit of shame fills my heart as a result. I still can't dismiss the lingering feeling that they do not seem as welcoming as they appear, but if it's true, they are masters in hiding their ulterior motives. Not just presentation, the taste of the banquet they prepared for my introduction into the clan still does not leave my tongue, and the laughs and cheers that accompanied dinner cannot be described as anything but wholesome.

Am I simply being paranoid for always having my guard up against my hosts, or not paranoid enough? Xenia is expected from such noble house, but still, I am aware of their devilish nature, and not just the air in the Underworld, but the atmosphere is heavier, oppressing, but not malevolent, something that I cannot ignore no matter how much I try…

I stop, tired of hearing my own footsteps, and see a small bruise on the tip of my finger, damaged for running across the wall it what seems like forever, yet the scenery doesn't change in the slightest, as if this abode is mocking my efforts. I clench my teeth, a small grunt escaping my lips. No, I am not irate, but this situation is quite vexing…

"Milady, are you perhaps los-…?"

"ORA…!"

*DON!*

"…?!" That voice coming from my nape, my reflexes have spoken louder than reason, adding my already depleted patience and itching paranoia, I couldn't help but to turn around and unleash a rabid punch against my offender. One moment, and I noticed my actions but too late to stop it… Me, that is. Despite the weight and speed in it worth years of training as the Amazonian princess plus my newfound power as a devil, my fist is stopped midway as a firm clutch grabs my wrist before contact. So vicious, so strong, I can't even budge the grip on the base of my hand. "What in the name of Ares…?"

"Did I startle you? Apologies, milady, it wasn't my intention. However, I think physical punishment is not the correct course of action." That voice spoke to me again, and my eyes pass around my halted fist to see the one across it: this tall, imposing, stoic woman of silver locks and red orbs, face unchanged despite holding my wrist like it was nothing as she didn't just stop my punch, she grabbed me mid-assault. I stop my struggle at once, and seeing me calming down, the woman sighs and let go off my hand, as I massage the affected area. What the… How did she…? "Now that we've calmed down, allow me to ask one more time: are you lost, milady?"

"Hm… Yes, I am lost, I admit." I declare with a bit of shame, still a bit dazed by my encounter with this one. The silver-haired woman, whom I assume is a servant of this house somehow, scans me from top to bottom with her crimson stare and sharing a glance with me, bows and turns around with a hand signing me to follow.

"Well then, please follow me. I shall guide you to more familiar grounds and then we can choose were to go." Her instructions were precise and direct, and with nothing else said, the devil woman takes her way to the innards of this immense abode, me following her suit, small steps with the right distance.

Silence, as she guides me through the place, her poise, dignified despite being a lowly servant of this house, although the fact she was able to catch my offense highlights something quite abnormal regarding her position. So confusing, even with the relief that I didn't kill her on accident, the thought that a mere servant could stop me is… Vexing. Ignorant to my state, the servant simply continues to guide me.

"Halt right there, I command." I say to the devil woman in front of me, who stops on her tracks and slowly drifts her gaze to yours truly, sending me a glance from the corner of her eyes, head slightly tilted to a side. Just from eyes alone, I feel a freezing blow to me, a simple stare enough to disarm me, even for a small instant. Another second, and there was none, a simple passaging cold, I wonder. I shake my hands and continue with the request. "Servant, state thy name and position, I request."

"…" An instant that extended beyond, and from her aside glance, just the slight frown, then a muted request that I instinctively heed to.

"Please." I said, seconds after, realizing my actions. What is this? A hex from her? No, it was simply… Instinct, a reflex, a reaction… From her, who said nor do anything. After my response, her frown disappeared, and turning around fully, the servant smiles slightly and holds the brims of her vests to bow once more.

"But of course. What are my manners?" Her voice is no longer cold, but still. "How do you do, milady. I'm a maid that serves the House of Gremory. My name is Grayfia. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Now, if I may, I request, what is your name?"

"I am… My name is Hippolyta. It is a pleasure to meet you… Grayfia." A name indeed, a bit hard to pronounce but regardless, 'tis but courtesy as they say, no?

"I see. Well, lady Hippolyta, now that we've become acquainted to one another, allow me to resume my duties and guide you to the proper quarters. Follow me, if you please." She turns and signs to me once again.

Just a few seconds, it took just a few seconds, but her presence alone is singular to anything I've ever faced, even compared to the wild animals in Themiskyra. Still, controlled and dignified, like our ruler, mother Otrera, no, even more radiant and poised. A servant, who's strong and august as such? Makes no sense… It shouldn't make any sense. This sensation, it won't go away, this curiosity that itches so deeply within my subconscious, a contradiction that is simply… Indescribable.

I just want to… Want to… Test it.

*ZOOM!*

*DON!*

"Akh…!"

"...?" Immediate response, not even a second of reaction. I quickly reached for the servant Grayfia and tried to hit her with a high kick. She seemed unnoticed, but a second before the strike, without turning around, she ducked and hit me on my supporting leg with a back kick, throwing me off balance and forcing me down, my face just not hitting the floor for I supported my upper half with my arms. I lift my head, and again with a glance from the side of her eyes, head slightly tilted, the servant blinks a few times. "Oh my, have you tripped, lady Hippolyta? Do you need some assistance?"

"You…" I push myself out of the floor and adopt a stance once I can stand, meanwhile the servant Grayfia blinks and turns completely to me, still with a blasé, professional pose. There is no mistake anymore, there is more to that servant that the looks, specially that she has yet to draw anything from under her frills. "Identify yourself, I demand. That stance, that power, that dignity, it does not match your supposed position, I conclude."

"I shall take your words as compliments, and I appreciate them. However, as I said before, lady Hippolyta, I am simply that." She blinks, and her face adopts a daring frown, another chill down my spine, but my pose and determination remain. "I'm a maid that serves the House of Gremory. Nothing more, nothing less. Now, allow me to guide you…"

"Perjury, I say. If you remain untruth, I will test your position myself. Have at thee, I dare!" And I move forward, charging at the undisturbed maid with adrenaline and curiosity on equal amounts. With a sigh, she avoids and dodges one kick and one elbow, unassuming stances and moves that made me realize further and further that she wasn't an ordinary servant, not at all.

"Apologies, I just tucked master Millicas in his bed and brought his favourite plushie. I do not wish to disturb him in his sleep." She comments nonchalantly, still dodging my every offense but the frown growing steadily on her brows. This name, wasn't Garith's… Male sibling(I might've forgot the word)? One step back after another, and she finally lifts a hand, forcing me to brace myself. "If you wish to engage, we shall take this elsewhere, so that we don't disturb him."

"I'm not in the graces for requests, I say."

"'Tis was not…"

*GRIP!*

*ZOOOOOOM!*

"… A request." A blink. A blink was the spam that it took for the servant Grayfia to escape my sight and reappear on my back, a hand gripping my vests as a vice, and in another instant, I feel myself being hurled against an unknown location, the sheer speed and force behind being enough to turn my surroundings into a blur of colours and light, and once the momentum was lost, all I see is the bright moon in the otherwise nebulous, dark sky.

I feel myself falling to the ground, and one last minute before a shameful landing, I was able to reach for the floor with a palm and skip on it, having enough force to push myself upwards and twirl in the air to finally land on my feet, unbalanced, but still dignified. The amazon who never let her back touches the ground in battle, that is… Hippolyta.

"Most impressive. Still conscious?"

"ORAAAAHH…!" I feel a presence next to me, and instincts and adrenaline kick once again with a swift punch across my reach, the gust it created being enough to lift a curtain of smoke in the surroundings, but no target in it, none. Too fast, too strong, absurd reflexes, just who is this servant Grayfia? A glimpse from the corner of my sight, and I turn to her, bowing towards me again. "You…"

"I held back in that throw, but to think you'll be able to stay conscious, let alone be able to land on your feet… Impressive." She claps her palms a few times, and while feeling no malice behind her actions, I can't help but to feel mocked, although I'm not as affected as she hoped me to be, not at all. I take one step, but she holds a hand up, making me stop. A pull of her sleeves, exposing her wrist, and from a device there, she blinks a few times, cover her exposed flesh and turns to me. "Apologies, milady, but it seems our time of mischievous must come to an end. Lord Sirzechs should be home soon, and I must greet him properly, prepare him a meal and our bed. I am but a maid, after all."

"And you… Truly strong, I see. Call yourself whatever you desire, but there's no denying that you are strong, I admit." I say, and for that, she smiles, ever so slightly, a nice smile. One moment of pure blissful idleness, and then I assume another stance, hurling myself at her and unleashing a barrage of punches, all being blocked by her capable hands. "To fight someone so strong… It's exciting, I shout! Have at thee, I challenge!"

"As much as I would like to spar with you, milady, I have duties to attend, if I may. I have no time to play." Her statement further pushes my desire to test both our skills, the servant's unchangeable expression reflecting her current mood. One moment of carelessness, and she grips both of my wrists and hold me in place, the vice around them enough to make me unable to fight back. I struggle, and she lets herself get closer. We touch foreheads, and after a second, she chuckles and smiles. "Don't worry. I guess he will be more than willing to play with you instead."

"Huh?"

"Miss Grayfia~! Lemme fondle your breasts!" I hear a voice, and in another moment, the servant Grayfia relocates me to a direction, exposed to the elements as if she's shielding herself with my front. And then, *POMF!*, something clashes with my bosom in high speed, sticking and nestling itself there while trapping my torso in a hug. A tuff of red hair, and I knew who it was, making me groan. He, oblivious, continues to relish on the gap of my mammaries. "Yay~. After all these years, I've finally done it, although it is not as soft as I imagined."

"Good to see you back, master Garith." The servant calls for the redhead king, and once he snaps from his salacious stupor, Garith blinks a few times and turns upwards to face, realizing only now that the cleavage he seeks is truly far from his real reach… And even so, he shrugs and buries his face back to the centre of my body. "I see you haven't changed during this time away… Pitifully. Regardless, welcome back home, and I apologize for not being present during your return."

"Hmmm." He murmurs something still buried within cloth and flesh, but I figure he said something like 'don't sweat about it', a slang of these lands? Regardless, he seems to pay no mind, which the servant Grayfia seem to accept. A moment to emerge from my bosom, and he turns to her with a smile. "Oh, Miss Grayfia, have you met my dearest [QUEEN], the Amazonian princess Hippolyta? Ain't she pretty, and strong, and busty? But don't be jealous, you'll always be the number one [QUEEN] for me, at least for now… Heh, just kidding~!"

"Your [QUEEN] piece… I see. Indeed, she is quite formidable." The servant Grayfia lets out a chuckle with a hand shielding her mouth, and when we clash stares once more, and she blinks curiously before returning the gaze to the male. "I have nothing else to say but that you indeed chose a perfect match for your peerage. As expected from the Gremory scion, I hope for pieces as powerful as her."

"Heheheheh~…"

"You call her [QUEEN], I note? Does she share the same position as me, I inquire?" I now turn to the male, whom peeks at me from the valley of my femininity, a curious hum from his lips. A moment to regain himself, he removes his head from my chest to take a step back next to the servant and signs her for me.

"Oh right. How rude of me." He exclaims. "Hippolyta, this super powerful, super cool and super beautiful woman is my sister-in-law, my brother's wife and [QUEEN], the silver haired queen of annihilation and the strongest [QUEEN] of the Underworld, Grayfia Lucifuge!"

Pardon?

Did he say 'Strongest [QUEEN]'?

*PIIIIIIINCH~!*

"Pay no mind to this rapscallion's words, lady Hippolyta. Now, I'm simply the maid serving under the Gremory house. Nothing more, nor less." The servant-queen-devil woman Grayfia reaches her hand to pinch Garith's cheek in a rather painful way, a mix of subdued rage and annoyance reflected in her brow indicating that 'tis not a lie. After a while, she finally left her master go, and with one final bow, she turns around and walks away from our circle. "Now, if you excuse me, I shall prepare myself to welcome master Sirzechs home, since I already tucked master Millicas in his bed. Once again, welcome back home, lord Garith, and lady Hippolyta…"

"…?!"

"I welcome you to the Gremory state." She stops and turns around to face me once again with an aside glance. However, this time, her stance and expression were… Tranquil, serene, welcoming even. A smile as calm as ice. "Please, bear with master Garith, and you shall see that he's a kind soul, and his mischief is deep rooted, but controllable. Hopefully, our next encounter will be a more... Amiable. Until then, until we meet again."

"You…"

"…?"

"Until… We meet again, under more friendly circumstances, I hope." I state, and with one more accepting smile and chuckle, she walks away from our sight, leaving me alone with this redhead male, who is so idly waving goodbye to the servant… Queen… Devil woman. A hand reached for the male to pinch his cheek as she did, my attention turned to him. "And you. Garith, such disrespect to leave me to feed for myself in the entrails of your abode, I say. Disregarding Xenia, the gods shall punish your hubris, I warn."

"Wasn't I your prisoner a few months ago? Owowowow~…" His snide remark made me pull his flesh even further. Is he ignorant for the fact that he was an intruder in the sacred lands of Themiskyra, or is he deliberately disregarding this fact? Either way, the situations are not similar, therefore his punishment is not unwarranted. Also… Oh? It feels rather nice to do this kind of punishment. I let him go after a while.

"Repent for your offenses and properly guide me to my quarters, I demand. I might forgive you for it." I say, and with a mischievous and apologizing smile, he takes my hand once more to guide me back to his abode and properly to my room.

Afraid? Intimidated? Not really, no, I just accepted that she had more important matters to attend, and as a warrior, I will respect those and we shall clash under better conditions, considering that… She wasn't even trying to confront me, not out of dread either, she was holding herself back. Indeed, I am not afraid, but she is… Strong.

And just like me, she's a [QUEEN].

"Did you have fun with miss Grayfia, Hippolyta?" Garith asks me as we walk into the corridors of his massive house, still holding my hand to guide me deeper and deeper. Those same similar doors and walls, yet he seems to know this place like the palm of his hand. As I try to discern this place so that I won't be dependent on his guidance from now on, I turn to him and his question. "She might look harsh and unmoving, but she's the sweetest once you get to know her, she's just a weird way to demonstrate it."

"Hm." I nod to his statement. 'Tis not what interests me the most about her, though, for I see no fault in that personality of hers. "You said… She is considered the 'Strongest [QUEEN]', I recall. A mere boast, or an idle title, I question? No doubt she is powerful, but to be considered such is… Doubtful, I point out."

"Says the 'Strongest Amazonian'." A laugh and a pose that signed a snide remark. I paid no mind, just gave him a light bump on the side as a warning. He recomposes himself and chuckles. "But it's not a mere boast: Miss Grayfia is the strongest [QUEEN] in the Underworld, no doubt. Some come close, sure, lord Tannin comes to mind, but she is the strongest [QUEEN] of the strongest [KING], my brother. If fact, her ditching the Old Satan faction turned the tides in the Devil civil war, by a like a lot. Only the best to be my brother's wife."

"Hm? Devil Civil war?" I stop and question him.

"Ah, it's a long story. We can watch the film based on it later if you want." He waves dismissively at me, this piece of information picking my keenest interest, and truly, I wish to watch this 'film' adaptation later. Still, some lingering thoughts remains.

"If she is indeed the strongest, why she subjects herself to and calls herself as a simple maid, I ask? With her position and power, she can definitely be something aside from a servant." I give my observations, and with a hand on his chin, Garith ponders my thoughts for a second, and then shrugs once more.

"Hm, y'know what? I never asked, nor have any curiosity about it. She has been doing that since before I was born, so I just kinda accept it as something she does. Maybe it's a kink, or she's just happy like that." He states, his face light and words soaring without urgency, throwing me further into confusion. This is… Vexing, if ever slightly so. "I mean, I would be all in if she were willing to be a little more amiable from time to time to her family, especially her husband and son and in-law, but if she's happy like that, then I see no problem with it. It's not like she can't just stop being a maid and be literally anything else (aside from the Leviathan demon lord, something she's a bit peevish about it), she just… Wants to be our maid."

"…" I let a hum escape my lips. Odd, odd indeed, to the point it becomes quite infuriating. "So she prefers to be a servant of the Gremory house from anything else, I conclude? This is… Baffling, I say."

"Eh, what can you do? She's weird like that, I guess." Garith laughs. "But she is my brother's wife and our house's maid, and I love her very much, regardless of what she wants to be. She can still deck like 90% of the devil population if she wanted to."

"Even so… The strongest [QUEEN], wanting to be nothing more than a servant and a maid… I do not understand. If she can choose to be anything else, with the amount of power she carries, to be a simple servant seems… Offensive. The strongest, subjecting herself to that, such level of disregard makes light, if not downright denigrates, that title. If she is the strongest, then what to say of the rest of devil societ-…?"

"Hippolyta."

"…?" I halt as he calls for my name. My attention shifts to the back of his head as she stops of his guidance and let off my hand. A moment of silence, and I was about to call him out for his interruption, but then… I couldn't. Instead, I clenched my teeth as I feel something foul exhaling from the male in front of me, unlike anything else he has shown to me. He tilts his head ever so slightly, but all I can see from him was the red locks on his scalp. What… What is this feeling?

"Look, I am okay with you doubting how strong miss Grayfia is…" His tone in calm and unchangeable than his usual idle one, but something feels… Wrong, as he ever word is a breath of cold worse than Tartarus, even if he's not looking at me. "… But I won't let you mock her nor belittle her accomplishments or person. Not at all, understood?"

"…"

"If she chooses to be a maid, then it's her choice and her issues, understood? You who can't even beat a weakling like myself, has no right nor pedestal to stand in and say whatever you want regarding her." He continues, and I gulp a dry one. I feel a dull sound hit the ground, and looking down, I see a small moist point. Sweat. I am sweating… Why? "Until you beat her, or prove yourself worthier of that title than her, then you please refrain from saying stupid stuff like that, to say what the strongests can and can't do. Until then, know where you stand and keep those thoughts to yourself, understood?"

"…"

"Hippolyta."

"Yes." I whisper like as if was instinct. My voice… Just can't come any louder. Garith has a moment of silence, takes a deep breath and sighs.

"Good." He replies, and then… He turns to me with a wink and his tongue sticking out, and the aura surrounding this place changes, becoming lighter and less oppressive. What… What was that? I just could feel him… Wanting to rip me to shreds, worse than any wild animal or even my mother. I saw not a threat… Simply death. Now, he smiles and comes closer. "You take everything so seriously, my queen. Are you perhaps jealous of her? Aw, don't sweat it. You'll always be my [QUEEN], therefore, the best one for me."

"…" Words die within my throat; the lingering fear simply does not leave me. What was that, after all? I take a deep and heavy sigh to calm the alarmed nerves and recompose my poise. Whatever it was, is now gone. He blinks and turns to a direction, eyes scanning a wall as if something invisible just popped there.

"Oh, neat. I got a new [SKILL], that's cool. [KILLING INTENT], huh? Sounds awesome." He whispers to himself, eyes fixated on… Something. There he goes again, looking at something only him can see; sometimes I wonder if he's mental. A few more blinks, and once with a satisfied nod, Garith chuckles and turns to me. "Sorry, did you say something, Hippolyta?"

"No, I respond." I answer his uncommon question, and as the usual goof, he laughs awkwardly. "Say, Garith, is the servant… I correct myself, master Grayfia willing to spar with yours truly from time to time, I inquire? I sense that I shall learn a few things with the strongest, I state."

"I guess. If you ask nicely, she will do mostly anything within her reach. Just do it in the afternoon after lunch though, she tends to spend her spare time playing and lecturing Millicas." He explains with a hand in the air. "But think about it any other time. Now let's get you to bed and get some rest, okay? Then, in the morning, we will eat pancakes with syrup and tea. If you want, I can tour you deeper into the manor and show some cool stuff."

"I shall accept it, if only to reconnaissance, I declare." I say such, but this place and its mysteries have picked my interest, including the history behind it. Even compared to the royal palace back in Themiskyra, this garish, pompous location seem to have its own share of tales and spots of interest, not to mention its denizens, including the one who holds my hand right now. The Gremory clan, what power do they hold after all? As I pounder the possibilities, Garith stops and let go off my hand. "Hm…?"

"Hey, Hippolyta. I'm sorry to say this, but could you go without me? It's the room at the end of the corridor." He declares, driving me even further into confusion. Is he going to abandon me once more? He turns to me, and, with a bleeding nose and a forced smile, he continues. "I'd love to guide you any further, but my migraine is acting up, and I feel like I will faint in any moment. My head feels like exploding, and the pain is really… Unbearable. But please, tell me you'll find the room."

"…" Is he being serious? The bulging veins on his head, the bleeding nose, the gnash of teeth audible even from this distance. He's really doing this, and I just feel a certain amount of dread for his state. I sigh and sign. "I shall find the room, Garith, I say."

"Great, that's nice, now if you excuse meAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH…!" And I just witness the heir of this house simply let himself go and let out an animalistic howl of pain and hit his head on a table as he fell due to pain into unconsciousness.

After that, he twitches, and goes limp, soaking on a puddle of his own blood. I would be horrified on any other occasion, but the sheer small timespan between events, I can only think the following…

… Unbelievable.

"Holy Molly~! I hear screams! That's going on here~! Oh, it's just master Garith~." And popping from the corner of a corridor, I see another servant lass, this wearing the same attire as master Grayfia, her height being smaller than mine, her emerald hair wrapped in a pair of side tails on the opposite. She skips her way to our direction followed by two more maids, and once close enough, she kneels on the floor and starts poking Garith's unconscious body, having no response. That done, she turns to the servant with equally emerald locks, but whose bangs covered a single eye. "Yep, good as dead. Sister Erleid, we should take him to his room… Or just leave him be. Watta you say?"

"Hm. Just leave him be, Killia. If he's needed, we know where to find him." The taller servant says with her arms crossed and a shrug, but I can sense from here that her pink eyes show some level of animosity. She then turns to the third and shortest maid whose hair hides her own gaze. "Laltz, pick some tissues and towels to at least clean the floor. If it dries, the blood will stain the carpet."

"Yes." The smallest one nods and replies with a stoic, quiet whisper, turning around and walking away. Aren't they being too much nonchalant seeing their possible master fallen and bleeding puddles? Mayhap is that a recurrent event? I wouldn't be surprised. Finally, I'm caught in their attention, and instinctively my body adopts an engagement stance. Taking a closer look, I notice horns growing from their scalps, a devilish trait that others lack. Hm.

"Hm. You must be master Garith's newest [QUEEN], no? I have been instructed by master Grayfia to lead you safely to your room." The tallest maid says, picking the brims of her frilly apron and bowing to me, a courtesy I lowered my head to in response. Another batch of servants? "It's a pleasure to meet you, milady. I am Erleid Amaymon, and I'm honoured to offer my services to thee."

"…"

"Killia, you too…!" And still with her head low, the tallest maid, Erleid, picks the middle one by the ear in order to make her mimic her lower and humble stance. I pay no mind to those courtesies, but I shall accept them graciously. "Apologies for my sister's behaviour."

"Pay no mind, I declare. Lift your heads, if you feel like it." I shrug off her words, for amazons do not care for those frivolities, although respect to thy neighbour is always welcome. Once the greeting was done, both lifted their heads, and the one known as Killia smiles mischievously, turning to her sister.

"Master Garith's [QUEEN], no? Think she's still a virgin?" The one in the middle laughs, and the eldest's response was a pinch on the cheek and a scolding. Such inconsequential inquiry, but makes me realize the new perspective of this new world I live in.

"If your question is as if he got a hold of my chastity, I shall answer 'no', nor I plan to, I state." My words made them realize that I was still within an earshot, and with a double take, Killia bows down to me to apologize for such gaffe. "He is a formidable warrior and a worthy leader, but our relationship is so far platonic, distant even I say."

"Huhuh… Yet."

"Killia, that's enough." And the eldest punches the middle one on the scalp, making her be silent for the time being. This one, Erleid, turns back to me and offers me a handkerchief and a helping palm. "Now, milady, allow me to take you safely to your quarters, and welcome to the Gremory household as our new master and fellow servant. Please, follow me."

I said nothing, simply looked down on her hand and nodded after a few seconds to gather my thoughts, but not taking her hand, which she bows in acceptance. After that, she gracefully guided me to my quarters and instructed me about the usual schedule for tomorrow… But not before purposefully stepping on Garith's fallen body, letting a small, accomplished chuckle out of her rosy lips, giggles from the other servant as his body simply twitches back…

I guess that's my life from now on, as one of them, one servant of the Gremory household, filled with the strongest doing the silliest thing, and a master who seems to be not really there and somehow the target of the ire of some servants on his own.

Truly…

… Unbelievable.

-NEW SKILL UNLOCKED!-

- KILLING INTENT(Active): A powerful emotional wave of energy that is a palpable feeling of dread and despair one is able to project onto their peers with the intention of harm or even death. Depending on the LVL., it can inflict [FEAR] on foes and even knock out weaker minds. (lvl. 1).

And that's a wrap. Good work everyone.

Hello, my dearest DxD fandom. How are you doing? Houki minami going back from her little hiatus filled with reports, gacha nonsense, Hylics gameplay and research in order to bring a new chapter for this story. This time, we return to Hippolyta as she finds herself facing the super maid of the Gremory household, her two cents overall on the meido thing and Garith's love for his in-law… Platonic, of course.

Of course, I can't just not write a few cute maids for my story, and those ones are the ones who absolutely hate our redhead protag for… Reasons. Lewd reasons. Just know they hate him a lot. What do you think? The more grounded chapters with the cute slice of life… Ain't so bad. Mayhap, if I feel like it, I might write a lemon later.

But anyway, thanks for reading up to this point and sorry for the delay, I will try my best from now on, Greetings.