The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 1: Just an Everyday Café in an Everyday Town

"Ah! Feeling all this power...! In some way... I really enjoy his "suffering." Kukuku... Ah, I don't remember I was like this back then... maybe my race's nature affecting me? Who knows? It is just fun!" she chuckled deep inside, savoring the delightful agony of the man.

"But I can't send anyone else!" in the end, the man muttered, slumping on the counter, looking up behind his arm slightly miserable, trying to use his puppy eye technique once more.

Yet, because he was an adult — moreover, looked like a playboy. It was not too effective.

Not against a former man who made the wrong decision, and became like this! No! Absolutely not! The person behind the counter still preferred pretty girls! Whatever others might think!

Be it small or big! She loved breasts! The same the case with bottoms! She considered herself not a pervert, but a person who evaluated beauty and "assets" highly!

This was the cause of why she made her character a girl: because she rather watched that than a muscular pedo running around in a loincloth. Or a grotesque demon with a menacing look.

"Those people are kinda gay making their characters that way... who wants to watch a naked guy running around in loincloth anyway? Doing it all the time. Personal opinion, of course."

According to her. An innocent-looking little monster in movies and games — who can deceive their opponents with cuteness and get close without raising any suspicion — was a much more terrifying opponent than a menacing figure who was suspicious from the beginning. Also, a smaller body offered a smaller target. Yes, in YGGDRASIL it also provided a smaller hitbox.

"..." watching the man still looking at her "that" way, she can only scowl in disgust.

"Are you an idiot? For kids and girls, this works well. But for an adult man? Using it against me? This is just pathetic..." She frowned, looking slightly disgusted at the man who still utilized his "cute" look.

"Why, so?" she asked in the end, not even sparing a glance anymore.

The man's eyes contorted, looking slightly concerned. Meanwhile, the girl completely ignored him, spitting on the cup, and continued her relentless cleaning. "That's the problem. I can't... Kuoh is the territory of the Gremory, and Sitri Clan, two from the strongest devil families. Even my presence here heavily violates our ceasefire pact."

He explained simply.

"So, sending me in the fire... Ha? How nice of you..." she answered sarcastically. Her face carried an otherworldly beauty, yet, her always half-closed eyes and dubious half-smile made her face look slightly sleepy, giving her a look of an always teasing, charmingly snarky individual.

In all honesty, he promised her many things to join his faction — even the highest rank after him. Even to turn her into a fallen! Yet, she only said: "Sod off!" sending him away each time. This fallen general started to run out of options and ammunition to use.

In the end, Azazel compromised, offering the player information and his help to elude other factions — as from the man's explanation she learned, these supernatural lifeforms — devils, angels, fallen, etc... — was just as political, if not even more than the humans.

She wanted nothing to do with that of course. Thus, her best chance was to accept this offer and make the fallen do the dirty work, hiding her presence.

In the end, she and Azazel made a deal, in exchange of all above, she helped them out with things time to time — for proper payment of course... but more importantly! She promised to remain low in this already tense political situation where one slip may ignite a new war between the sides — that was her original intention anyway.