The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 1: Just an Everyday Café in an Everyday Town

"That's..." looking at the card, Azazel started to smile. "That's a student card! Your student card!"

"What for? I am not a student..." she shrugged, earning an even wider smirk from the man.

"But you are! Because from tomorrow...!" the fallen general raised himself, pointing up, then the girl. "...You will attend the Kuoh Academy!"

"Eh!? And why should I? What will be with my café if am gone?"

"One, I have an assignment for you..." the man held up his finger, signing, he had further points to say.

"And?"

"Two! You have your help! I remember there was a butler with you yesterday." and indeed! 'Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!'

In the next moment, a figure appeared from the backrooms.

"Oho! Am I called!?" in the next moment, a smiling youth in his early twenties stepped out from the backrooms. His face similarly tanned like the girl's, hair white, eyes red. A dashing man every girl would fall for. If you see things that way, the two could be even relatives — an older brother and sister.

"Just what I needed... this guy pops up in the worst of the moments..."

True, she said, she will not waste high ranked summons just to be maids, and anything similar. But keeping one around — which can adequately disguise him/herself, and possessed enough strength to repel most attackers — was worth keeping around, summons which she knows is permanent and was able to do everything mentioned above. Plus... a few menial tasks.

"I still need to test out a few of my summons..." she sighed, groaning deeply inward. Due to the numerous work around the café and her other duties — connected establishing her new life — she had absolutely no time and mood to do this.

Under her few experiments she managed to squeeze in her tight timetable, she realized, most summons required sacrifice to be permanent — for example, bodies, or raw material.

The better the said sacrifice was, the stronger the summon become. Without it, the summon still appeared, but after a few days, they disappeared.

This man not far from her — the person who could be even her relative — for example, was such a permanent servant she could call. One of the few she was able to cite without using her [Creation] powers.

"Why me...?"

Yet, after a few days, she somewhat regretted summoning this servant.

The problem was not "his" willingness to do whatever she asked, but the fact, he was too willing to do anything! ANYTHING! Sometimes too independent. Solving issues she wanted to solve herself, or even come to her mind. Often causing a big mess with it.

It was annoying! Whatever she said, he did it! Calling her in "names"! Using annoying titles! She was on the point where she rather swallowed her sword than being near this creature!

"No, go back, do the inventory." she waved the creature away, offering an annoyed, scowling expression — even refusing to look at her "brother."

"Finished!"

"Cleaning?"

"Done!"

"Did you take out the dog today?"

"Did a few hours ago!"

"Checking any invaders around?"

"Done!" the man/teen/creature answered with a big grin, offering all his honesty to the master.

"Then what is this?" she pointed at Azazel — like he would be some unwanted trash — in return, the man smiled and waved to the young man leisurely.

"Hello, Rorschach..."