The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 17: Dark Storm Brewing (part 2)

"Strange seeing you here, young master, especially after we have given you a proclamation just yesterday. Are you perchance, unable to understand it? Or, is your understanding even more limited than we perceived?"

"What have you done to him?" Dominus' demonic aura started to manifest. Seeing his comrade dangling in the grasp of this stranger, he even discarded the obvious mockery.

"Hoo! This young man? We just gave him a lesson." He raised Orphipos — as the teen was called. His face was smashed, eyes blank, nose dripping blood, pieces of his skeletal mask embedded in his once handsome face. "Ru-Run away... Mo-Monst..." He muttered barely consciously, before blacking out once again.

"Orphipos!"

"You bastard!"

"Indeed, compared to his general strength, he is persistent. I found him sneaking around my dear's sanctuary — harbouring ill intentions judging from his aura."

"You...!?"

"Now then, would you kindly explain, what are your intentions here? I warn you, answer wrong, and sanctions will be put in place."

"Hmph! And why do you think you have a chance? Against all eight of us!" Dominus puffed out his chest, and his vest strained over his round body. Nonetheless, even looking at the one before them his face started to throb and sting, going numb remembering the mighty slap this man bestowed him.

"We need to be careful..." he made a mental note, before proceeding with their introduction.

"Against the League of Dominion, there is no victory, only defeat!"

"League of Dominion, you say...?" Raising his chin, some kind of malicious aura started to radiate from the servant's body. Something that made his opponent shrink back.

"Dominus! He took out Orphipos, we need to be careful."

"I am well aware, prepare yourselves." He whispered back to the elf, and all members gave a slight nod. The young devil must admit, feeling the presence of this stranger really made him recalculate their chances.

"That name..." Tilted his head at the dark-skinned butler before something akin to a twisted smile sneaked on his face. "To announce your group that way? Your children really need punishment."

"And you will be the one who issues that? Don't be overconfident, human!"

"Oh? Me? A humble servant like me? Fuhahahaha!" He started to laugh, almost uncontrollably.

"Indeed, it will be me. Alas, considering you are but mere children with an overactive imagination, I can let this slip this one last time. Apologise, and return to your home! This is my last warning. Leave that magnificent title behind, as it does not belong to minor things like you."

"You damn..." The redhead gunslinger trembled in rage, her sharp teeth grinding audibly. Dominus feared that his most explosive member might do something rash before time.

"Leave now, or face the consequences. This is your last warning." Not even caring, he tossed the body towards his companions, and the muscled teen caught it.

"Gotcha!"

"Is he alright?"

"Does he look like it?"

"Act foolish, refuse my offer, and not even Lord Sirzechs or any other foolish lord will be able to save you."

Dominus glared at the man, trying to figure out who, or what he really is.

Taking out his knight, who was specialised in stealth and assassination, proved one thing, he was more than their eyes first met.

"Is he even a human?"