The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 11: How to Hunt down an Immortal

"Wha-What will we do now?" Asia asked restlessly.

"Gillian! Gillian! Are you hearing me? What have you done?" Rias pushed her finger to her ear, trying to get an answer from the most likely culprit.

[Grant them eternal rest, Lord, and let perpetual light shine on them...] Came to the answer paired with a faint chuckle. An answer that both scared and infuriated the Gremory heiress.

"This is not a joke! You hear me?"

[...] Yet, no answer came. Rias was completely alone to make up a plan instead of the one Gillian destroyed in an instant .

"Tch! Fine then! The enemy will surely swarm her now! Issei, hurry to the enemy base and promote yourself — they are not likely here anymore! Koneko, accompany him and look out for any ambush! Kiba, search for Gillian! They surely will swarm her! Akeno, keep monitoring from above, and help out whoever needs it! If you see an opportunity, strike!"

[Roger!] "Roger!" Came the answer in unison.

It was not the best plan, and maybe a little bit reckless. But that was the best she can come up with momentarily.

"Buchou... will it really be fine? I mean, if the enemy attacks me..."

"Ise, I trust you." Rias placed her delicate hand on his shoulder. "The ratio changed to our advantage. But Riser still has a knight, a bishop, two rooks, a queen, and himself as the king — not speaking his immortality. We can still easily lose. We need every advantage we can get. Reach the base and promote to a queen."

"I understand! Koneko-chan! Let's hurry!"

"..." Koneko nodded wordlessly, and the two of them left Rias and Asia behind.

"Wha-What should I do?"

"You will remain with me. Reserve your stamina for the final fight and whoever needs it in the meantime."

...

Meanwhile, those who watched the rating game offered different expressions and opinions.

Most were flabbergasted and surprised — even angry for someone using such a spineless tactic as an opening move!

"Wha-What was that!?" Even Sirzechs Lucifer was caught off guard, standing up from his seat. He can't believe it for his own eyes. "You don't say...!"

...

"Hahahahahaha! That's rich! Boom! Pfft!" Azazel laughed uncontrollably from his office, mockingly recreating the explosion with his fingers. "I bet he didn't expect that. And that music? Perfectly fit!"

"Why are we watching this? I have important work to do."

"Chill, Baraqiel. Aren't you curious about your daughter's first Rating Game?"

"Of course I am! Still, there are more important things to do. As for you..."

"Hmm... just relax. Everyone needs a break. It is like their first steps. You need to watch them appreciate their progress."

"..." Baraqiel opened his eyes slightly, glaring at his friend for a moment.

Not as this womanizer knows what he is speaking about. He probably sired a lesser army of bastards under the years — sons and daughters he never visited or cared about.

"Tch! Fine! Who is that person anyway...?"

"You know them!" Winked the Fallen leader childishly.

"Tch!" After that, Baraqiel remained silent. He was rather worried about his daughter from this point.