"Both peerages have reached the battlefield. With that, I declare the first interception round officially over!"
"The grand melee—Kings and peerages together—will begin in ten minutes. All participants, prepare yourselves."
The host's voice echoed overhead. Tenra glanced across at Sona, a sly smile on his lips.
"Sona, since we've got a moment, why not introduce your new [Knight] to everyone?"
Anyone who could slip past Setsura multiple times was no ordinary opponent. Tenra's curiosity was piqued.
"Bennia, come up and introduce yourself," Sona said without hesitation.
"Yes, Master."
A voice—girlish and just a little shy. The small shinigami stepped forward and peeled off her skull mask.
Underneath was a face straight out of a schoolyard—cute, youthful, with deep violet hair and golden eyes that seemed perpetually drowsy.
No wonder she was so petite—she was practically a loli shinigami.
"Hello, everyone! I'm Bennia. Used to be a shinigami, now I'm Master's [Knight]. Please take care of me!"
Sona added, "Bennia's the daughter of Orcus. Her mother's human, so technically she's a demigod."
The revelation landed with a thud.
The final melee began.
Eyes locked. Sparks flew. The battle horn sounded.
"Yes, Tenra-sama!"
"Yubelluna, Setsura, Kalamaina, Xuelan, Mira—let's move!"
If he didn't put them in their place, they'd flip the world upside down.
No matter. He'd make sure these women learned what it meant to be crushed.
Traitors, the both of them.
Rias glowed with determination, Sona's lips curled in a confident smile, and Tenra's expression soured.
"Sona Sitri, I'll support you with everything I've got. Go—defeat that man."
Albion's voice rang from Sona's armor.
"Little princess, let's show him what we're made of!"
"Haha! A chance to go head-to-head with my old partner? No way I'm missing this!"
Ddraig's voice boomed from Rias's armor.
"Ddraig, Albion… so you two have switched sides, huh?"
Tenra felt the shift—Ddraig and Albion had transferred to Rias and Sona's side.
The crowd outside the dimension roared in approval.
Twin pillars of light—crimson and silver-white—shot skyward. Rias and Sona activated their Sacred Gears in unison, armor blooming around them in regal, gleaming waves.
"Understood!"
"Sona!"
"Hmph, we'll see who's crying soon enough!"
"Come at me. Just don't cry when I put you in your place."
Tenra's smirk darkened.
Led by Rias and Sona, the girls glared at Tenra like a pride of hungry lionesses.
"Tenra Kamiyo, I'll reclaim every ounce of frustration my peerage suffered—down to the last drop!"
Rias's voice was steely.
"Been waiting for this, Sona. Hope you're ready—I'm not holding back today."
Tenra grinned, eyes gleaming.
At last—the final showdown.
The host's announcement thundered overhead. Tenra and the girls tensed.
"Time's up! All participants, prepare yourselves—the second round, the grand melee of Kings and peerages, begins now!"
Some people just aren't built for deception.
Her personality was all sunshine and quirks. Watching her, Rias finally understood why Sona had trusted her. Even Rias herself couldn't feel suspicious now—this was not the type to pull off a spy act.
"My mom's human side is pretty strong, so I'm nothing special," Bennia said cheerfully as she returned to Sona's side.
Mid-class shinigami were on par with high-class devils—Rias whistled in awe. One piece for a peerage member like that? Sona had definitely struck gold.
Sona chimed in, "Bennia's a speed specialist, stronger than most mid-class shinigami. I thought contracting her would be tough, but it only took a single [Knight] piece. Talk about a bargain."
She bowed again, practically glowing with happiness. Tenra couldn't help but chuckle—this little loli was a riot.
"Thank you, ero-oniisan! I'll treasure this forever!"
Tenra took the pen and, with a flourish, signed his name across her coat.
Bennia spun around, bowing low. "Here—right on my back, please!"
"It's an honor to be your role model, Bennia-san. Where should I sign?"
Her eyes sparkled with genuine excitement. Normally, Tenra would swat away anyone who called him "ero-oniisan" so familiarly, but faced with this adorable, earnest little loli—and his own fan, no less—he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Isn't it obvious? Ero-oniisan, you're amazing! You went from zero to hero, beat impossible odds, created miracle after miracle, and you're the world's only Sekiryuutei host who's won the hearts of so many beauties—including my Master! How could you not be my lifelong role model? I admire you so much!"
Apart from Ravel, this was only the second time he'd been asked for an autograph. He couldn't help but laugh.
"Bennia-san, how'd you become my fan?"
Tenra blinked in surprise—there it was, stitched right onto the lining: his own armored silhouette.
She tugged open her robe, grinning up at him. "Look! I've even got your embroidery inside my coat. Will you sign it for me?"
"Ero-oniisan, I'm your biggest fan!"
While the two leaders spoke, Bennia made a beeline for Tenra.
"A reason?" Rias pressed.
"I thought she might be a spy at first—maybe sent by the shinigami. But if they wanted to plant a spy, they'd never make it this obvious. Besides, there's a reason I chose to trust her."
Rias shot Sona a skeptical look, but Sona was ready.
A runaway shinigami? The girls stared, floored by her honesty and impulsiveness.
Bennia fidgeted, a little embarrassed. "Well, I kinda hated my jerk dad and Hades-sama's way of doing things, so I ran away from home. Then I bumped into Master, and we made a contract."
"Bennia-san, how did you end up as Sona's [Knight]?" Rias asked, still stunned.
"Orcus—the top-tier shinigami?!"
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