The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 17: Dark Storm Brewing (part 2)

"Should we announce our arrival, or..?"

"No, we gave her the chance to play fair. The time of negotiations is over, it is time to enforce our demands. We will kidnap her, and teach that girl a lesson!"

Dominus recovered, and threw a white napkin towards the ground. The thin, quality fabric slowly started to float downwards from the top of the building, only to be caught up by the wind and carried away. It was reminiscent of a ritual he did before every grand act!

"For we are the League of Dominion! Our name..."

"He is starting again..."

"Yeah..." Alas, his companions were not so encaustic of his roleplay.

"Oi! Don't ruin my entrance! I am practising hard!"

"Boss, I don't want to ruin your fun, but I don't think this is a good idea. I mean, what if Lord Sirzechs appears again? Last time that man was accompanied by him." Reasoned the wolfish character.

"And you are only bringing back your complaints now?" Glared the stocky figure at his companion, who started to rub the back of his head embarrassed.

"Sorry, I would rather not ruin your fun; you were so enthusiastic back then."

"Indeed, my lord, it could stir trouble for all of us. Are you sure you want to proceed?" Asked the kitsune in doubt.

"Hmph!" Dominus smirked, puffing some smoke from his nostrils. "Didn't you hear him? He told us himself. The Maou can't intervene in internal matters only if it is endangering devilkind as a whole. And in its current phase, it is not an issue of that level. Don't you agree?"

"Sleepy, get it over with..." Muttered the short girl with twintails.

"Of course, Lunaleil. Of course, but as you know, it needs to be stylish; else, it is worth nothing. Now then...!"

A group with no more than nine pieces — if we also counted the King — made a stand. Their top-quality golden-edged black uniforms and their royal red capes billowed under the full moon.

"The night will witness how I will regain what I have lost!" Just like the Ashen Emperor would do it! Just like he started the process before the books abruptly stopped! "My faithful generals, we will take our satisfaction tonight! Tonight, the shadow of Dominion will descend on those..."

"By the way, where is Orphipos?" Asked the deathly pale girl with red eyes. Her long blonde hair flowed in the winds behind her; a mischievous canine peeked out from her thin lips.

"OH! I didn't even recognize he is missing. He is always so creepily silent." Muttered the silver haired wolf, looking around and searching for the ninth member.

"Dammit! Now I can start it again!" Dominus pouted. "But if you are so curious about it, I sent him forward to scout. Are you happy now, Vladimira?"

"Geez! Ok! Sorry, I asked." The reincarnated vampiress rolled her eyes.

"And where is he now?" Scoffed the teen with lean stature and pointed ears, his skin slightly dark, resting a heavenly spear on his shoulder.

"Oh! Now you mention it; he didn't report for a while. I better..."

"You are looking for this young man, perchance?" Hearing the voice, all eight figures spun around, only to see a very familiar man.

"Orphipos!"

"You!?"

Standing atop the air conditioning system on the same roof, the butler-like man held an unconscious figure. Robed in thick dark robes, in their hands a scythe dangling, he looked almost like a reaper. Behind their opponent, the full moon really gave his figure a sinister feeling.