Chapter 49: Troublesome Chicken
Rias' relief was evident on her face as she heard Harry's voice coming from the entrance. She turned her head, her crimson hair swaying, and a smile formed on her lips. Once Harry stepped forward, he recognized the other person causing trouble for his friends. "Oh boy, what is he doing here? How unlucky can we be to meet that idiot here," Harry deadpanned as he saw Riser Phenex with short blond hair and blue eyes.
Beside Riser stood three girls. One of them, a voluptuous teenager about the same age as Riser, had long wavy purple hair cascading down her back, matching her eyes. The right side of her hair fell over her breast, covering her right eye, while the left side reached near the top of her skirt. She wore a purple tunic, and Harry recognized her as Yubeluna, Riser's queen, whom he had seen at a previous event.
Harry couldn't quite place the two other girls, who seemed to be around the same age. One of them was tall, with long black hair tinged with a subtle dark blue hue flowing down her back. Her captivating brown eyes held a mysterious allure. Delicate ponytails adorned her hair, encircling her head, and a golden hair accessory held them in place. Her attire caught Harry's eye—a white top with elegant black accents, reminiscent of a Chinese cheongsam. She paired it with vibrant red shorts, knee-high boots adorned with protective armor, and matching gauntlets. The diamond-shaped cutout on the top accentuated her chest and cleavage, making it an eye-catching detail.
The other girl, of Chinese descent, had a well-endowed figure, her shoulder-length black hair framing her face. Her captivating blue-green eyes held a hint of mystery. She styled her hair in two traditional Chinese buns on either side of her head, while bangs formed a graceful V-shape across her forehead. Her ensemble exuded grace—a navy blue qipao adorned with intricate gold accents, cinched at the waist with a white sash. Completing the look were black, low-heeled shoes that added a touch of sophistication.
"Harry, you're here!" Rias greeted with relief. But it was evident that they were clearly part of Riser's peerage. "Tch, that commoner is interrupting his betters again. How dare you interrupt Riser when he is talking to his fiancée?" complained Riser, recognizing Harry as the one who annoyed him at Rias' birthday party.
"Well, I am part of your fiancée's peerage. And you are clearly threatening my king and friends. Both sides have their weapons drawn. And why are you still talking in the third person? That's something children do who haven't learned to speak properly yet," Harry complained, already annoyed by Riser's behavior.
"How dare you mock Riser? That's how higher-born people talk! Not something a filthy commoner like you would know," replied Riser, his cheeks turning a hint of pink.
"Yeah, sure. Higher-born... I haven't heard Rias speaking like you, and she is the heiress of House Gremory, a duke-ranked house, while you are the third son with no hereditary titles of a marquis house. So, who can tell me what's going on?" asked Harry, ignoring Riser for now but not letting his guard down.
"He is trying to force us into his peerage," said the elder of the two blond-haired girls with a French accent. She spoke in French, but Harry's devil magic automatically translated her words for him.
"Nice to meet you, Miss. I am Harry Potter. May I know who I have the pleasure of talking to?" he introduced himself, throwing a critical look at Riser.
"I am Fleur Delacour, and this is my younger sister, Gabrielle. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Potter," she replied, recognition flashing through her eyes as the small girl freed her head from her embrace and looked at Harry with awe.
"Call me Harry, Ms. Delacour. By what right is he trying to force the two of you into his peerage?" he asked, genuinely interested.
After a short moment of hesitation, she explained, "We are part Veela. The Veela enclave our Grandmaman is part of has a contract with the Phenex family for protection in the supernatural world. Riser recently spotted us and has been trying for the last few days to force us into his harem, abusing the protection his family provided our enclave. We are apparently a beautiful blonde sister pair," Fleur said as she watched Harry with curiosity.
"I see that aura I am feeling is your allure. I've read about that. It's good that it doesn't affect me. No wonder that womanizer is after you," joked Harry before turning to Riser. "So, am I right to assume that you will push through with your threat until you add them to your harem? And will you abuse the power built by others in your family?" he asked, staring down the older boy with anger simmering behind his eyes, aware that he couldn't attack him or it would worsen his position.
"Yes, they belong to Riser. They are nothing more than servants of the Phenex clan and have to obey!" Riser announced arrogantly, without hesitation. Meanwhile, Harry could see a momentary flicker of helplessness on the faces of the two girls behind Riser.
Harry turned to Rias, who angrily glared at Riser. It was obvious that she would stand against him. While such behavior wasn't uncommon among devils, it was frowned upon these days. "Am I right to assume that you won't allow that, Rias?" asked Harry with a smile.
"Not at all. They are free people, not his slaves to do with as he likes," she nodded assertively.
"I see. Well, the solution is simple," said Harry with a grin as he turned to Fleur. "As you've already heard, this is Rias Gremory, the heiress of an even higher-ranked devil family than the Phenex clan. How would your enclave like to form a contract with them, especially with Rias? As the heiress, she is allowed to make this kind of decision," Harry asked, his grin widening as he saw the ugly frown on Riser's face.
Fleur's face lit up with relief. "My Grandmaman is the leader of that enclave. I am sure she would love to change the partnership to the Gremory family, as the Phenex family is clearly abusing their power," she eagerly nodded.
"I, Rias Gremory, heiress of the Gremory family, would love to form a contract with your enclave," Rias agreed without hesitation, observing Riser's displeasure with glee.
"You can't do that!" shouted Riser as fire formed in his hands.
"Are you sure you want to do that, Riser?" asked Harry as a magic circle formed in his hands. "I am sure you will already have a hard time explaining to Lord Phenex or his heir how you lost a contract with a Veela enclave. Adding a broken engagement because you attacked your fiancée would make things much harder."
The flames disappeared as Riser realized the trouble he had caused himself. With no other choice, he clicked his tongue as Yubeluna placed a hand on his shoulder and shook her head. In the end, he turned around and left the store, the two other girls following him with a longing look.
As Riser and the members of his peerage disappeared from their sight, the small blonde girl, Gabrielle, freed herself from her sister's embrace and ran to Harry, giving him a hug. "You really are Harry Potter. A hero just like in the books!" she said excitedly in French.
A groan escaped Harry's mouth as he was reminded of the annoying inaccurate storybooks about him. Books that he couldn't do anything about since the Wizarding World had no naming rights or copyrights.
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