The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 11: How to Hunt down an Immortal

In the next moment, Gillian grabbed a pistol, removing the magazine, then loading it again. Showing it multiple times for the group.

"Safety off. Safety on. Make sure it is on if you don't use it." She tossed the gun to Issei, who almost dropped it. He was lucky the safety was on else; he would have shot himself.

Gillian then proceeded to recover a stun baton and a tranquilizer gun and handed them to Asia.

"Be safe, Asia-chan, use it if the baddies corner you. Don't worry, not deadly. This just makes them sleep..." She patted her head gently.

"I-I... thank you, I guess." Muttered the nun, unable to decide what to do with these tools. She really was against any kind of violence. In truth, she was only here to heal and treat any injury.

"Well then, I am going. I will keep radio silence on my part not to reveal my position. But I will hear you through this thing. So, start your brief, I will listen to it. Though, it may end sooner than you can make any progress."

"What do you mean?"

Gillian grabbed a few more dangerous things from the box, saying nothing, attaching them to herself, and placing a few more things in her bag. Lastly, she recovered what looked like a violin case.

"Hmm, what's that for?"

"For style..." She chuckled, patting the side of the case gently. "Good luck to you..."

After saying this, Gillian left, jumping out of the window and leaving Rias and the group alone.

"Tch! That stubborn oaf..." muttered Rias as she bit her finger. She didn't expect this.

"Buchou, should I..."

"No, Kiba. She made her decision. Let's proceed instead. We wasted enough time." Rias muttered. "She will listen to the plan through the communicator."

"But what if she charges forward?"

"Even she is not stupid enough to challenge the whole peerage herself. Don't worry..." Or, Rias thought. "Right?"

No one answered while she looked around, and this filled her with uncertainty.

Scene Change: Gremory Household:

In a separate room in the Gremory territory, Zeoticus Gremory and Venelana Gremory glanced at each other, raising their brow in confusion.

"Who is that person?"

"I don't know... maybe Rias' new peerage member?"

"She never told me about him..." Venelana — Rias' mother — squinted her eyes, watching the box filled with weapons on her screen. "And that person brought a box of human weapons to a rating game, really?"

"Well, it is not against the rules..." Zeoticus — Rias's father — chuckled low, just to earn a glare from his wife. "Sorry..." The man lowered his head in submission.

"It is no excuse! Those human weapons are dangerous!"

Because swords, sorcery, and every kind of trickery the participants use during these Rating Games are not dangerous — but maybe, his wife ignored this fact.

"Ah, don't worry, my dear. The extraction system works, just like always." Which meant, everyone in critical condition or unable to fight will be put in stasis and transported to the infirmary instantly.

But better not say this out loud. Not while his wife was nearby. He liked his balls too much to bring this up. Thank you very much.

"Yes, the secret of a happy marriage is to always agree with your wife, or go along with the things she says..." After all, he wouldn't want his precious "harem" time to be taken away... especially because it was Venelana who managed his harem. It can't be helped. One can't really win against someone like Venelana.