The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 3: Fallen, fallen, little Fallen

"Yo-You!?"

"You have a few things to explain, little miss..."

The fallen named Mittelt shivered, using all her power to move, to sprout her wings, to escape! But all for notch! She can't even raise a finger; her pinions answered not her call!

"Dammit! What is this!? Why Mittelt can't move!?" she was not bound by any fabric, or rope, yet, all her effort for the notch. Like an invisible power hold her back, as she stuck in a rock prison. Unmovable, unbreakable, completely helpless! It was like her own body working against her endless and tireless.

"Don't even try..."

"Huh?" she looked up, eyes still wide. "Wha-What did you do with Mittelt?" she shuttered, trying to understand the confusing situation. "ANSWER!"

"I?" the girl before she chuckled, seemingly wholly amused by the accusation. "I did nothing." her smile slightly flat and mocking all along. "All I did is suggested what you do. And like a good little angel, you followed your "superior" orders. That's all! Fufufu! It seems, the racial [Suggestion] still works a charm, or, at least for the likes of you." the girl's eyes glowed up for a moment, golden like the morning sun.

"Indeed, my lady, just as expected! You are marvelous!" the man still smiled on her captor's side, clapping gently, earning a faint shrug from his "master." The bucket in his hand clanked low.

"What did you said?" Mittelt just tilted her head, unable to comprehend what the girl implied.

"Ah, but what did I expect? You can't even resist a simple mid-tier racial [Suggestion] skill. Tch! Tch! Tch! Tch! Not speaking breaking it. You first flay yourself than succeed. Such a pity, I even hold myself back and not used its full power. Your movement is more restricted than I ever dared to hope."

Eyes wide, Mittelt watched the person with disbelief. [Suggestion] skill? What the hell she is speaking?

Before her, a strange, but even more beautiful girl sat, eyes red and blue, hair flowing white like the whitest snow, skin exotically caramel, wearing a tracksuit.

Though, in the surface Mittelt might say she was a human — as she felt not an inch of supernatural presence from her — yet, with each passing moments, the Fallen started to shudder the more she was near this "thing."

"Something is really off! Is she really a human!?"

"Well..." the girl raised her brow, slightly irritable. Placing one more snack in her mouth, then halfway 'Crunch!' she bit it two, fracturing the small fried potato and gnawing on it slowly and bored.

"I think, it would be best to offer our "guest" some hot drink, Master. Or she might get cold." a young man who stood her side said this, smiling gently, still holding the empty water bucket in his hand.

"Do you think so?"

And the young man who scarcely resembled the girl — just with a pair of crimson eyes instead heterochromatic red and blue — nodded, confirming his offer.

"Indeed, after all, we can't expect her to speak while cold."

"Grrrr!" Desperate, the fallen loli tried to exert more and more force, yet, even now, doing her best even her little pinkie not answered her call. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?" only her mouth and eyeballs can move.

"Hmm, maybe you are right. And this place is quite depressing. This little one surely not speak in this depressing environment. That will not do. The girl surely not answer our questions here."

And just looking around, this cannot be truer. Mittelt seated in a small storeroom, barely lit by a lamp hanging from the ceiling, almost like a room made for interrogation. Resembling the ones she often saw in human movies.