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Yor's mind raced, her eyes wide with panic.

What have I done? she thought, her heart pounding in her chest. I've crossed a line. Will he be angry? Will he leave?

"I-I'm so sorry!" she blurted out, her face flushing crimson. "I'll take responsibility! I can cook and clean and…"

Badr tilted his head, a bemused expression on his face.

Responsibility?

Responsibility for what?

A chuckle escaped his lips. "Responsibility? What are you talking about? Do you actually want to marry me?" he teased.

"…If… if you'll have me…" Yor replied hesitantly. She knew she wasn't good enough for him. "I know I'm not… ideal, but… after what happened, I won't run away. I'll fulfill my duties as a wife…"

Her voice was barely above a whisper, her heart filled with uncertainty. She couldn't shake the feeling that Badr was out of her league… and yet, this had happened.

Badr was speechless.

Was he missing something?

Why did it feel like he was the one who'd been taken advantage of?

But Yor's words sparked a strange thought.

'She'd be a perfect addition to his peerage.'

After all, they were bound by a contract of faith. He couldn't just let her go…

Finding someone willing to enter into such a contract was incredibly rare. If he let Yor slip away, Rias would never forgive him.

Badr knew firsthand the benefits of a faith contract. His rapid increase in power was, in part, thanks to the support he received from those bound to him.

And Yor, unlike most humans, was already a formidable fighter.

'With demonic power, she could become another Sairaorg.'

He was constantly amazed by her physical abilities. She was practically superhuman, even without any Sacred Gear or special abilities.

But those things were secondary. The contract of faith was what truly mattered. Everything else was just a bonus.

"Yor," he began, his voice soft, "would you be willing to become my servant?"

Yor blinked, confused. "Servant?"

"Like me," he explained. "You'd become a devil. We'd be family."

"…You wouldn't mind… what happened?" Yor's face lit up. "As long as you don't send me away…!"

"…Why would I send you away?" He was starting to question her logic. He'd been discussing a perfectly normal arrangement, yet she seemed to think he was about to kick her out…

Seeing her eager agreement, Badr nodded with a smile.

"It's settled, then. Once I'm promoted to High-Class Devil, I'll arrange your reincarnation. We're family now. I'll introduce you to the others soon."

"O-Okay…" Yor felt a nervous flutter in her stomach. The thought of meeting his other… companions was a bit daunting.

She'd initially hoped he would simply continue the charade, allowing her to continue her work as an assassin without any complications.

A mischievous grin spread across Badr's face. "Since you're going to be my servant, we might as well upgrade our fake relationship. You can be my wife."

"Really?"

"Unless… you don't want to?"

"No! I mean… yes! I'm just… surprised…" Yor's mind was reeling.

His proposal was exactly what she'd secretly hoped for. Pretending to be his girlfriend wasn't a long-term solution. Eventually, it would attract unwanted attention.

At twenty-seven, being in a fake relationship wasn't ideal…

And now, without even realizing how it happened, she was about to become his real wife.

Badr chuckled, seeing her dazed expression. He found her naiveté endearing.

"To commemorate the occasion, let's create a lasting memory."

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss.

Yor's body stiffened momentarily before relaxing into his embrace. Badr gently deepened the kiss, his hands caressing her back.

When he finally left, Yor was still in a daze.

She hadn't been rejected. She was going to be his wife. The thought filled her with a quiet joy.

As they ate breakfast, the landline phone Yor had brought rang.

She hurried to answer it.

"Good morning, Princess. We have a client." It was the Shopkeeper's voice, calm and reassuring.

Yor's demeanor instantly shifted, her earlier softness replaced by a cool professionalism.

"Understood."

After hanging up, she turned to Badr, who smiled knowingly.

"A mission?"

"Yes. A ball at the International Hotel."

"Not far from here. I'll come with you."

"Really? Together?"

Badr nodded. "It'll be a nice… date. And we can chat with your acquaintances. This time, it won't be pretend, will it?"

"That's… a good idea. Let me get ready."

Yor wasn't worried about the mission. She knew Badr wouldn't interfere. In fact, his presence would be the perfect cover. 'Most balls required an escort, anyway.'

Badr, truth be told, was a bit bored. Mai and the quintuplets were busy with work. Asia and the others were frantically finishing their summer homework, leaving him with nothing to do.

'Spending time with Yor seemed like a good way to pass the time.'

Yor changed into her black dress, and Badr dressed as well. They took a taxi to the hotel.

At the entrance, security guards were checking invitations. Yor, realizing she only had one, started to frown, but Badr simply smiled.

"Just follow my lead."

He wrapped his arm around her waist and walked confidently towards the entrance. No one questioned them.

Against ordinary humans, altering their perceptions was child's play.

"You'll learn this trick once you're a devil," he whispered, giving her waist a playful squeeze.

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