The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 3: Fallen, fallen, little Fallen

"Maybe I can advise torture? The removal of her brain?" offered the man, listing a few options to gain their needed info.

"Aren't most of these would fry her brain, or leave her as an empty husk?" asked the girl before the fallen with a skeptical look.

"Most likely..." the man hummed, caressing his chin contemplating, and Mittelt just became even more terrified.

"Mind probe? Mind control?"

"Eh, I don't really want to do that. It would be messy." Gillian scratched her head.

"I can even use my "talent" to learn the information we need. I just need to..." the man was on to do his thing when a shout interrupted him.

"Don't even try that...!" shouting, the dark-skinned girl shuddered. "It would be weird!"

"But..."

"Just don't!"

"As you wish..." and the man bowed, accepting his master's judgment.

"True, she stalked me and attacked me. But she was nowhere near actually to cause any harm; this warrants not such treatment, am I right?"

"I see, you are indeed merciful my lady." and the servant obliged, if this is his master's will, then he will accept it without a word.

"Hmm, maybe..." she mumbled.

"Either way, we can simply question that old man Azazel, and get done with it. There is no need to hurt others. We are no brutes after all. We will solve things in a civilized manner whenever we can."

"I see..."

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK ABOUT AZAZEL-SAMA THAT WAY! HOW DARE...!?" and Mittelt triggered right away! Unfortunate for her, she had no idea who she interrupted.

"[Shut yer mouth...!]" and just like that, Mittelt's mouth shut, forced by an unknown power, she was compelled not to speak until called.

Looking at the lady before her, the being's eyes glow up golden for a moment, before returning to their double-colored self once again.

"Unfortunately, I can't reach him on the phone." the "tyrant" continued, looking at the man on her side.

"Shall I look for him then? I am sure with a few units, we can find him under a short time. He left quite many tracks to follow." offered the man, but the girl waved away the offer.

"Not necessary, he most likely busy. As well, there is a chance he left numerous false trails, trails to mislead us. No..." she cracked on another chip. 'Crack!' a sound which unnerved Mittelt even more.

"Time works for us. He will come, eventually. He wants his report, and too curious to leave us alone. Why would we waste energy looking for him? It is more interesting this way..." she chuckled, and the servant nodded accepting.

"I see... Indeed very wise and prescient from you, my master."

"Until his return, we use our time wisely."

She stood up, her face darkening, looking down on the small Fallen with an expression that even filled the most devious devil in the hell with dread and scare.

"Anyway, I have other plans for her... I feel we can use her talent elsewhere. In a more... proper manner."

Her mouth can't move, but if she could speak, Mittelt would say the next sentence: "Wha-what do you want to do with me?!"

This lady and the new expression she took up was villainous and dark, filled with chaos and malice.

"Fufufufu..." then suddenly, that dark expression changed, turning bright and friendly under a moment, the girl immediately tilted her head cheerful. "Let's show the ropes to our guest. Let's show her how we treat the newcomers. After all, she will stay with us for a while. It is only proper she knows how things work around here."