The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 1: Just an Everyday Café in an Everyday Town

All in all, offering little to nothing to the man, she profited nicely, just as she liked!

"Indeed..." the man smiled. "Do you take this mission?" he asked, his eyes filled with anxiety and plea.

"Hmph! Why not! It was some time I attended school... it will be a refreshing experience. What is this about anyway? Why can't I just send someone?" she was not a summon expert, but even she had a few items in her inventory and a few skill that can call beings who were specialized for stealth and information gathering.

Spotting her servant outside, her face already contorted in creep.

"I am glad you accept this request! As for why...?" Azazel looked around suspiciously, then offered a friendly smile. "It requires a personal touch and presence. The thing, I am sure you will excel!" he put it cryptic, and immediately, the man put a paper bag on the counter — pulling it out from somewhere.

"Here are your books, uniform, and whatever you need for school! I prepared them myself!" she didn't like that smile, that damn smile always made her feel uneasy!

"Personal touch? Wait? You cheater! You know all along I will fall to your trickery!" she was furious, a vein popping on her forehead right away, a few items already floating around, ready to explode, she hitting the counter hard.

"It wouldn't have worked otherwise..." chuckling, the man continued.

"As for why I need you there? I can't say for sure... for now at least, as I myself not sure what will happen in the coming months. But I had a bad feeling; I need someone around that place to monitor the situation — a person who is strong enough to intervene, act discreetly, but unknown to others. Unfortunately, I can't send anyone from the fallen without causing an all-out war between the three sides. For now, monitor the school, and its immediate vicinity, that will be your only task. Just attend the classes, get a few friends, feel good yourself. Like every girl in your age..." he waved, like a person who urged himself to continue.

"Just what do you think, how old am I? And like every girl my age? You have the nerve..." her vein was on to pop, her eyes twitching, but then, she realized how she looks. And immediately, she started to sulk.

"Guh!"

Yeah... she looks around 16 or 17, just the age right for the academy.

"...Look out for suspicious activity, that's all I ask! I had a dreadful feeling something will happen in the coming months. For the sake not only yours but the peace of the world, please do this little bit. I beg for your help!" Azazel bowed, placing his forehead on the counter. "Please do this for me, and I will give you anything you wish!"

"Anything? Even your very soul?" she raised her brow, making the man shudder. "Well! Well! Well! Don't promise anything you can't keep. Even verbal contracts are dangerous... the devil may take it on your tongue. Fufufu..."

"Don't go too far..." he mumbled angry, the pressure rising slightly in the bar as the man expressed some of his power. Indeed, the being before her may act like an idiot from time to time, but was not accidentally one of the strongest leaders of his faction. He can back up threats with actions if he wants.

"At least he can show humility when needed. And some spine, not accepting everything... Traits, I value..." in the end, she can only sight tired, but amused. She can't help it; she had a weak spot for miserable looking people.

She never considered herself a hero in any way. But if what he said is true... then an all-out war between the factions would only mean unnecessary hassle for her. Better prevent it before it starts than do damage control later.