The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 7: Damsel in Distress

[The final war is on the horizon! A new age, a new reign brought forth by the ancestor of the weakest race!]

"..." the young devil with red hair blinked, watching his father with an odd curiosity.

"Father? Why did you stop? Why didn't you read it further?"

"..." the man did not answer, only stared blankly at the text.

"Father?"

"What...?"

The handsome devil only reacted when his son started to tug him, turning his attention to the boy. All along a solemn sadness playing through his blue eyes, only now recognizing the youngster stood near, waiting for him all along.

"What are you doing here, young man?" he raised his brow, asking the little devil how he got in his study. It was indeed strange, his son was usually polite, never intruding without asking.

"The door was open..." admitted the little one, pointing towards the entrance of the lavish room.

The room definitely belonged to a person of high esteem. Despite its all luxury and pomp, it was still stylish, giving the feeling of peace and harmony.

"Still, that's not an excuse. Be polite and knock before you enter. That's what your mother taught you, isn't it?" raised his brow the devil with crimson hair. Not angry, but curious why his usual well-mannered son did his act.

"But I knocked!" the boy insisted. "...And you did not react, at all..." in the end, still lowering his head repenting, the boy mumbled. Wondering why it was his fault, his father did not pay attention.

"Ah, in that case. It is my fault for not paying attention, sorry..." and the father smiled kindly, brushing his son's hair. An act the boy brushed off with an annoyed scoff.

"I hate this!"

"I know!" the devil father smiled affectionately, doing it once more. The boy once again rejecting the act.

"You still haven't answered my question!" in his eyes there was persistence! The fires of curiosity and want burning in those oculars.

Yes! The boy inherited his will and insistence from his mother!

Honestly, from time to time, it was hard to bear the two. But the man never regretted having them both!

Since the first time spotting this little man, his father knew he was destined for greatness! And maybe, a terrible, tragic fate. Even now, he couldn't say for sure, making him worry even more.

Yes, those with power were destined to be like that, and this boy possessed potential that may surpass the original Satan! The father feared a terrible fate awaited his son.

"I just..." for a moment, the head of house Gremory looked away, gazing out from his window, thinking how he should answer the question of his only heir.

"Don't like those parts..." in the end, he answered as such, making his boy blink confused.

Indeed, the text he just read was ominous. He couldn't really put any meaning behind it. No one really could...

"Why?" the boy asked once more, still staring at his father.

Listening to his father's reading, sure, those parts were confusing but not less appealing. He would gladly listen to him reading more.

"Why does this boy have to be so curious?" It was almost like a small male version of his wife was around all the time. It was hard to bear them from time to time. One, he managed! Two? Hardly. Not as he loved them less. No! He loved them even more!