The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 5: A Shoot for the Moon

"Freed!" Again, no answer. "Tch!" gathering light particles in her hand, Kalawarner threw a spear of light towards the half-asleep exorcist.

'Bang!'

"Oi! Oi! What's the matter!? You want to kill me!?" the boy who jumped away from the last moment was strange. His hair whitish, eyes red, from his face, it was evident he is edging on the border of insanity.

"There is a task for you..."

The exorcist boy raised his brow, awaiting instructions. "Oi! Then don't make me wait! You just disturbed my most cherished dream! I killed devils left and right! You just disturbed my sleep!"

"You will go that café, kill that girl, and bring back Mittelt. With force, if necessary. We will deal with her, according to our own methods..."

"And what I get out from it!? That place teems with devils! And look at what happened with the old fart!" Freed — as the exorcist called — pointed at the traumatized Fallen, still grabbing his head weeping.

"I don't want to go back... I don't want to go back..."

"Do-Dohaseek-sama! Please, regain your bearing." subordinates wearing cleric robes tried to bring back Dohaseek, nursing his wounds and broken bones.

"Tch! Figure out something! You are a trained exorcist, no? Catch them off guard. Shoot them in the head. Even a devil can't survive a blessed bullet in the head. Your supposed to be a genius exorcist, no? Exceeding even your trainers. Figure something out! Just don't get captured"

"And what I supposed to do if that pipsqueak doesn't want to come!? Do I knock her out!? Or what!? Despite her size, she is still a crow!"

Kalawarner clicked her tongue, only to be her answer preceded by Raynare.

"Tell her; we will not kill her. Tell we accept her back into the group if she comes willingly. Forgive her betrayal..."

"You cannot be serious!" Kalawarner glared at her colleague, even the idea was outrageous. "She is a traitor! She is..."

"We don't know the circumstances..." Raynare lowered her head, trying to come up with an explanation — or better said an excuse for her own failure. "She might be captured, under surveillance, and that's why she can't report to us. We can't waste any more people! I am injured, Dohaseek useless in his current state! The devils are more and more suspicious! The whole damn operation is falling apart!" she hit the bench she seated, pain running through her whole body.

"We can't disappoint Azazel-sama!"

"Right..." Kalawarner sighed, it was hard to admit, but her colleague was right. Disappointing, the leader of Grigory meant death for all of them. If they kill Mittelt without questioning her, they will not get closer to the actual truth.

"Not speaking, he doesn't even know Raynare's plan with that girl. If she fails, death will be salvation for us..." Despite his easy-going attitude, Azazel was never a merciful type. Yes, deep inside, he was one of the most sinister amongst the fallen.

"You know your mission, Freed! Be careful! Do not let them capture you. It will be best if the whole thing looks like an accident."

"Oi! Oi! Do I look like a freakish amateur!?" the insane exorcist asked offended, only earning a shrug.

"Do your task, and you will be rewarded beyond your wildest imagination."

"I want to sex with you!" Raynare shrugged disgusted, earning an even more full grin from the exorcist.

"I will see what we can do about the case..." and this was more than enough for the fallen exorcist to accept the task, willing to risk even his life for the chance of a good fuck.