The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 7: Damsel in Distress

This prophecy was known by the devils for a long time, even the Maou of old knew about it! Yet, even the wisest can't fully comprehend or give meaning to it. They are written in a language, mostly forgotten and unknown.

Full with expressions and words that can be interpreted in many ways, it was hard to get the meaning of this text.

"Ah! Almost like the Bible of those humans..." he remembered that book, smiling wryly on the irony. Indeed, like that text, this as well was interpreted in many ways throughout history.

"I hope Rias is right..." yet, he can't help but worry about his sister.

Even the chance of her being in danger stressed the great Maou! Reading a "Red Princess" amongst the words terrified him! Not speaking about how worried he was after receiving her letter about the increased stray activity in her town, and that strange girl she can't recruit — the one beating Fallen left and right. He just can't concentrate on his tasks just now!

"Maybe I should give her a visit? Maybe I should visit that unwilling person and "convince" her to join my dear sister's group?" the devil caressed his chin, considering his was a solution, surely.

After all, it was mostly him who arranged the adherence of the rest of her peerage — without her knowledge, of course.

It wouldn't be so hard to recruit one more? Maybe money will do this time; mortals love money after all.

"It's no accident devil business is thriving more than ever..." Wish business thrived, more than ever, thanks to the humans who are willing to offer something in exchange for their services.

It was always like this, since devils and humans first interacted, but now, the business was magnificent! More and more humans started to lose their faith in the church, giving a chance to the other side to better their life.

"Ironic, isn't it?" Sirzechs can only smile bitterly, remembering the times of old when one needed to barter their soul to get something. Devils needed to be much more crafty and convincing in those times to sway people, but now? It was almost too easy to do business with them.

"Well, back then, they needed to trade their soul for a wish... but now, some money or other compensation will do, and the devil fulfills the wish that equals the exchange. This greatly simplifies the deal."

"Sirzechs-sama! The head of house Phenex — Lord Phenex is here to discuss the details of the arrangement..."

"Really? Now?" annoyed, the man asked, almost allowing himself to groan aloud. That huge chicken! He knew this day would come, but he really hoped something happens in the meantime that can cancel the arrangement.

Unfortunately, no such thing happened.

"Sirzechs-sama, I hope I don't have to remind you about your duties?" the woman with a voluptuous figure wearing a French maid outfit glared at the crimson devil, making even the strongest of his clan back away.

"No ma'am!" just like his father, the son became a henpeck person, fearing his wife's wrath. Still, gazing at the fleshy globes on her chest, he can't help but space out.

"Good! Now then, once you finished with your staring, please prepare, Sirzechs-sama, we wouldn't want to leave Lord Phenex waiting."

"A few more minutes...?" he mumbled, wanting to gather some strength before meeting that distasteful man. "Maybe a few encouraging squeezes?" he made a fondling motion with his hands, a slightly wicked smile on his face.

"Now!" the silver-haired beauty commanded, and the Ultimate Class devil nodded vigorously. "Yes, ma'am!"

And with that, the maid left, bowing deep — leaving the man with his misery.