"She really lives up to her reputation..."
Arlen gave her a good, hard look and offered his assessment.
Vermouth was still kneeling on the ground, her hands folded in front of her chest. This posture caused her ample breasts to be squeezed together, enhancing their cleavage dangerously.
"Master, what should I do next?"
She had changed her form of address already; she really knew how to play the game.
"Leave the rest to me."
Arlen smiled with satisfaction and reached out his hand.
Seeing this, Vermouth hurriedly straightened her back, thrusting her body upward with force to meet him.
If she hadn't been kneeling, she would have practically shoved those breasts right into his face.
Akemi: "..."
Shiho: "..."
The two sisters' gazes turned sharp.
This woman was simply too shameless.
Akemi warned, "Shiho, be careful from now on. This woman is not easy to deal with."
"I know."
Shiho nodded, gritting her teeth.
This witch was just too skilled.
Vermouth hadn't even become the Master's Servant yet, and she was already fighting for favor like this.
Even though Shiho had already been intimate with the Master twice, a sense of crisis still rose within her.
"Otherwise... Big Sister, why don't you help me?"
As soon as these words left her mouth, Shiho's face turned red.
Heavens, what was she saying?
"Huh?"
Akemi stared blankly, a bit confused.
Had her little sister evolved this quickly?
Was she completely unbound by human morality now?
Watching this scene, Arlen said calmly, "A little lower. There isn't enough space for me to leave the Crest."
"U-Understood."
Vermouth responded weakly, realizing she seemed to have misunderstood his gesture.
But...
What did the ritual to reincarnate into a Devil actually look like?
"Is this okay?"
Vermouth lowered her arms slightly, exposing the skin above her heart.
"That works."
Arlen nodded and dripped his golden blood onto Vermouth's skin.
Hum!
Light emerged.
Countless mysterious characters flashed across her skin.
Thump! Thump-thump!
Vermouth's pupils constricted. The sound of her own heartbeat was deafening.
Changes were occurring inside her body.
It felt like something was surging through her veins.
Was this... the so-called Magic Power?
At the same time, lines of data emerged in Arlen's vision.
[Vermouth]
[Race: Devil]
[Master: Arlen Lucifuge]
[Level: LV9]
[Skill: Demon Mask]
[Demon Mask: Can freely change appearance, voice, and even aura, perfectly replicating others.]
...
Looking at the text information, Arlen fell into thought.
Aside from Grayfia, the other three who reincarnated into Devils were all LV9.
It seemed this was a fixed benefit of his [Devil Contract].
Even a normal person, once reincarnated as a Devil by him, would reach the limit of a Low-Class Devil instantly.
Putting this guess aside, Arlen looked further down.
"Demon Mask..."
A transformation-type skill?
Arlen's eyes flickered.
This skill was a perfect match for Vermouth, the mistress of disguise.
Besides that, the description "perfectly replicating" was very intriguing.
Vague descriptions like that usually implied something complex and powerful.
Subsequently!
Arlen looked at his own panel.
Well, there weren't any major changes, just the addition of [Demon Mask] to his skill list.
Taking out paper and a pen, Arlen wrote down Vermouth's status information and handed it to her.
"This is?"
Vermouth blinked, slightly confused.
"Your Servant Abilities."
Arlen explained simply.
"I see."
Vermouth nodded in realization, her expression becoming excited.
The door to a new world had finally opened for her.
Without hesitation, Vermouth looked down to read.
Arlen Lucifuge.
So that was the Master's full name.
She murmured it a few times in her heart, memorizing it completely.
She was very self-aware.
As a Servant, she had to start with the small details.
Then she continued reading down.
LV9?
Why did it feel like an online game?
After joking internally, she focused on her skill.
"It seems... no different from my usual disguise technique, right?"
Muttering in a low voice, she prepared to give it a try.
After understanding the skill, activating it was almost instinctual.
Hum!
In an instant, figures flashed through her mind one by one.
She could replicate anyone she had some understanding of.
The more information she knew, the more perfect the transformation.
Finally, she looked at Shiho.
The next moment, a light flashed across Vermouth's body.
In just a split second, another [Miyano Shiho] appeared instantly in the room.
She raised her hand to measure her own chest and smiled with satisfaction. "Not bad. As expected... she still can't compare to me."
Shiho: "..."
This woman... she really wanted to kill her.
Shiho gritted her teeth and subconsciously looked down at her own chest.
Dammit.
It seemed... maybe... there really was a slight difference in size.
Arlen looked the fake [Shiho] up and down, nodding secretly.
Not bad.
It was exactly the same visually.
Even the aura didn't have any difference.
However.
Was that all?
Arlen spoke up, "Vermouth, try sensing your current state again."
"See if there are any other powers."
"Okay, Master."
[Shiho] nodded and slightly closed her eyes.
Immediately, a stream of memories surfaced.
She raised her slender hand and began to mobilize magic power.
Hum!
Light flickered, and a pale blue magic circle expanded from her palm.
"Is that... Wind Blade Magic?"
The real Shiho's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.
Seeing this, a look of understanding appeared on Arlen's face.
Sure enough.
This was the truly terrifying part of the [Demon Mask] skill.
Not only could it disguise and imitate appearance, but it could even replicate the opponent's abilities.
"Use it. Let me see the power."
"Yes, Master."
Vermouth nodded and released the magic.
Smack!
Arlen slapped the wind blade directly with his bare hand, shattering it.
"It seems the power is weaker than when the original uses it."
Shiho breathed a sigh of relief.
"That is indeed the case."
Arlen said thoughtfully, "However, this should be related to Vermouth's own strength."
After all, Shiho was a Middle-Class Devil, significantly stronger than Vermouth who was just Low-Class.
But this also meant that as long as Vermouth's strength increased, it would be possible to surpass the original owner.
"By the way, Vermouth, try turning into me."
Hearing Arlen's command, Vermouth immediately used the ability.
However.
There was no change.
Vermouth was a bit puzzled.
The ability clearly wasn't the issue, so was the Master special?
Seeing this, Arlen nodded secretly.
As expected. How could power derived from him work on him?
Vermouth retracted her ability, returning to her original blonde form, but her beautiful eyes rolled thoughtfully.
Now...
She had gotten her wish and become the Master's Servant.
However.
It seemed her status was the lowest in the house. Her opponents were two sisters with a strong bond.
In that case... she could only take the initiative to attack.
Thinking this, Vermouth jumped directly to Arlen's side and hugged his arm tightly.
Arlen immediately felt his arm sink into her soft, heavy breasts.
Vermouth's eyes were seductive as she whispered, "Master, I was very rude to you before."
"It's been weighing on my conscience... so please, punish me."
Heh. So what if they are sisters? With her [Demon Mask], she could turn into anyone the Master desired.
Arlen raised an eyebrow, looking at Vermouth with amusement.
She's really going for it, isn't she?
But he didn't mind at all.
Arlen scooped Vermouth up and tossed her onto the sofa.
Shiho: "..."
Akemi: "..."