A Cliché Multiverse Story

I jumped straight to proposing to Grayfia. It wasn't out of the blue though, I followed her all around the Underworld today and found new things about her—She loved maids. She loved maids. She loved maids. Important things should be said thrice. Seriously, the way she looked at the maids in her mansion, I would have deemed her as a lesbian pervert with a maid fetish if I didn't know her from the series. Her eyes brightened every time a maid passed by and she didn't hesitate to lecture them about maid etiquette.

That's why I am back to my frivolous young master character to invite the young mistress as my maid. I am not forcing her to do my bids, just giving her a choice to be my maid. It would be her fault if she fell in love with me. Not mine!??

She finally stepped out of her delusions and growled, "What did you say?"

"Are you not sick of the way Maous operate? World domination and whatnot. Sadly, they won't die this time and successfully kill the Heavenly Dragons."

She tried to protest but I gently stroked her hair.

"But the war will end with God and the Four Maous dying."

"Wouldn't that be a good thing? No one will lead the Devil race to their death?"

I shook my head. Naive. So naive.

"Don't forget the admirers of the Maou faction. As if they will miraculously stop craving war and domination."

"But not every Devil is like them…"

"Two sides with different interests. What would happen if they were let loose in the same room?"

Her eyes widened as she came to the realization. "Are you saying there will be a civil war among Devils?"

She was a good politician alright.

"Where do you think your Lucifuge faction will stand? The good side or the bad side."

"The Lucifuge Clan swore to serve Lord Lucifer for all eternity."

"Yep. But this blind loyalty will lead to your Clan's destruction."

She went deep into thoughts. I stopped patting her head.

Several moments later, she turned to me and bit her lips. "How can I avoid my Clan's destruction?"

Her voice was helpless, her visage like a damsel in distress.

"Be my maid and I will let you become strong." I took her hand. "Strong enough to kill even the gods with a slap."

[—Grayfia Lucifuge: Affection +2]

"Why are you so obsessed with making me your maid?"

I guided her hand to her chest. "Think about it yourself. What do you really think when you see a maid?" I whispered, acting more like a devil than the Maou himself.

"What do I think?" she repeated.

"I can do this job better than her, is that the first thought that enters your mind?"

She unconsciously nodded. "No loyalty, those women know nothing about loyalty. Money, a better life, they are obsessed with trivial stuff. They are not maids but women whoring for money and know nothing about what a true maid is..." Her breathing became a mess as her lips curled up in a disdainful smile. "A true maid is devoted to serving her Master with her life without expecting anything in return. However, obtaining her Master's love is her dream. It should be the end goal of every true maid!"

How in the world did she cough up her fetish so easily?

(My love, Mature Lover, and Eromancer are working in harmony to increase your God-level charm. An inexperienced woman like her cannot hope to resist your charm, even if she is a devil.)

"I… what did I just say?" Grayfia covered her face and fell backward on the bed. A crimson flush spread across her face, stretching to her ears.

"Mistress Grayfia just confessed her deepest, darkest desires before a man she knows nothing about."

Grayfia rolled on the bed like a little girl throwing a tantrum. This caught me off guard. I just stared at her until she stopped and calmly sat up. She coughed to clear her embarrassment but blushed once more.

This gap from her stoic demeanor was melting my heart like a cube of ice under a blazing sun.

She coughed again and finally regained her lost composure. I couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable appearance.

"Please, be my maid. I will never force you to do anything weird. You will get a Lord to serve and become stronger than ever and I will fulfill my dream of having the coolest maid. It will be a win-win scenario for both of us."

"C-Coolest maid? Why are you f-flattering me like that?"

Her resolve was cracking like mine did at Klyscha's suggestion way back.

Good times.

I squeezed her hands and backed her more into the corner. "You can resign anytime you want. I will still fulfill my promise to save your Clan."

We were still about a few hundred years away from the Devil Civil War. I would be a hell of a lot stronger than anyone in DxD by then.

"How can I believe you? You will take me to an unknown world where I will be a stranger. Will your women agree for me to work for you?"

"They will only curse me a few times then accept you."

['Grayfia Lucifuge' relationship changed to 'Her Master?']

Great, at least she was beginning to accept me.

Grayfia sighed and shook her head. "Give me a few days. I want to see the demise of two Heavenly Dragons with my own eyes."

She was contradicting herself.

"Sure. I will stick with you in the meantime."

"How are you hiding from so many powerful beings?"

How did I do that? Of course, it was my Stealth skill; it upgraded after an hour of walking in Lucifaad city.

Yes, Klyscha had dropped me above the capital city of the Underworld, Lucifaad, the home territory of Original Lucifer. Not the crimson-haired Maou from DxD but the real deal with a great deal of arrogance to the level of stupidity.

"I am tired… let's sleep."

I pulled Grayfia to lie beside me. "A maid and Master sharing the same bed, isn't that the epitome of a woman's romance?"

She separated herself from me. "Not so fast."

She shifted to the corner of the giant bed and glanced at me from the corner of her eyes.

I buried my face in her pillow. "My maid smells so goood, better than any flower in the world."

"Pervert."

"Feel free to smell me whenever you want."

She went silent and turned her back to me. Her tight black dress put an emphasis on her curves. Her back looked stunning. But the maid dress suited her more.

An undeniable fact.

"You can change into more comfortable clothes, you know. I will keep my eyes shut, I swear."

She willfully ignored me. I took off my shirt and pants. What should I wear today? Let's go with the dark purple t-shirt Saeko claimed from the supermarket.

"Why are you getting naked?" Grayfia was looking at me, squinted in suspicion, although she was sizing me up unconsciously.

"I can't sleep in those clothes." I grinned and stood with my chest out. "What do you think?"

She didn't answer and turned her back on me.

I slipped into the t-shirt and rested on the bed.

A few more days without meeting my other girls. Sigh. I have no choice. If I went back to Shizuka and returned, seven or eight months would have flown away in this world.

I need to get Grayfia to agree sooner.

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He is getting back to his old habit of stalking...