DxD: The Holy Knight!

Rias was full of doubt.

Although she knew these outfits were prepared for someone else, she didn't expect that Kuroka knew this mysterious person.

The fear in Kuroka's eyes and the slight regret in Yasuhiro's words made her even more curious.

Judging by the fact that she was terrified of this person and considering Yasuhiro's usual behavior, that woman had to be powerful.

Rias searched her mind for all the notable powerhouses in the church but she couldn't find anyone who met the criteria.

After all, there were few strong women in the church.

Anyone capable of making Kuroka tremble while also holding Yasuhiro's attention had to have the strength of an ultimate class or higher.

Could it be that this woman, much like Yasuhiro was one of their hidden trump cards?

Such hidden beings weren't uncommon among the supernatural factions.

"It's a pity about that fallen angel series maid outfit. It was a rare limited edition."

"I guess it's gone forever now. I forgot to take a picture."

Yasuhiro looked genuinely regretful, sighing as if he had missed out on something he'd never get to see again.

Compared to Rias who remained unaware of the details, Kuroka looked visibly panicked.

This was because the nekomata clearly understood just how terrifying that woman was.

Kuroka knew exactly what kind of status and importance she held within the records of heaven, church and the bible.

Yasuhiro had somehow tricked that woman into wearing the fallen angel series maid outfit.

Now, whenever Kuroka recalled that event, she was terrified by his guts.

"Making church members wear maid outfits modeled after fallen angels is so rude."

"It's unbelievable that someone like you is still allowed in the church," Rias remarked with a sigh.

She realized that Yasuhiro held a crazy position within the church. His status was clearly high enough to allow him to blatantly disregard all of their rules and doctrines.

"Rias, rules can never bind me." Yasuhiro suddenly gave her cryptic look.

"Hmpf."

"Kuroka, Among the senjutsu techniques you know which one can cause a maou class to fall into coma?" Yasuhiro gazed at Kuroka.

Kuroka was startled. "Master, let alone the fact that I'm only an ultimate class, most senjutsu techniques are ineffective against maou class beings."

"Even if they were effective, that woman would definitely kill me."

Yasuhiro gave Kuroka a hard flick on the forehead. "You stupid neko, what are you so afraid of when I'm right here?"

"You'll be in massive trouble yourself by then, so how could you possibly protect me?" Kuroka muttered under her breath.

Even though Kuroka spoke softly, everyone present had sharp enough hearing to catch her words clearly.

Rias became increasingly curious about this mysterious person. She really wanted to see exactly what kind of woman was capable of suppressing Yasuhiro.

Yasuhiro glared at Kuroka, scaring the neko into fleeing from the room.

She wanted to avoid being implicated by her crazy and reckless master at all costs.

"Forget it, it was just a passing thought." Yasuhiro muttered to himself.

Tricking her into wearing a maid outfit the first time had just been a stroke of luck.

If he tried to pull a stunt like that again, she might kill him.

"Rias, let's go."

"Go where?"

"To the local shrine, I need to see Akeno."

"You expect me to go outside dressed like this?"

Rias stared at him wide eyed.

Forcing her to walk around in public wearing a maid outfit was a fate worse than death.

"That's right."

"I refuse!"

Rias screamed in despair.

Yasuhiro ignored her protests and forcefully dragged the struggling girl out the front door.

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