The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 17: Dark Storm Brewing (part 2)

"Ah! I see. If that's the case, maybe I can compensate you." If that's all it takes to resolve the issue, it will be more than easy to do so. The Maou had more than enough money or precious artefacts to compensate the young boy.

"I am sorry, Great Maou, but it is not all about the value I lost; it is more about honour. The fact your sister stained the sanctity of the Rating Game with an outsider is wrong enough. Trampling over our sacred tradition and dishonouring a devil noble by making him a gibbering laughing stock even more atrocious! On top of this, now they have the gal to disrespect me by refusing my directly issued challenge? To restore our pride and the balance of things? Unheard of! As the Maou, you are the guardian of our tradition and pride; surely you understand."

"I know how you feel. Still, can't you look in the other direction, just this time...? I promise I will compensate you."

"Hmmm...

Sirzechs really hoped his honest request would be enough. And it would be. Alas, seeing Dominus' pondering expression, he concluded as such. Yet, the next few moments brought quite an unpleasant turn.

"Lord Dominus? What is your decision?" All eyes were on him. Both his Peerage and the Maou were present. The decision was hard, but if it came to Maou himself, maybe he could make an exception. "Very well. But I want a public apology, no less."

"I think that can be arranged, right, Rorschach-san?"

"Hmm, let me consult with my beloved." Recovering a phone Rorschach was on to use it.

"You know human devices don't work in hell, right?"

"I am aware. But this device is capable of such a feat. A courtesy from Lady Sitri, so we may reach her when we need her help."

"Right..." Sirzechs can barely hide his half-sour smile upon hearing the man's explanation.

What was the reason behind this? Only the Maou, and a very few people knows.

"Ah! My beloved! It is your one and only Rorschach! Calling directly from the pits where the infernal dwell!"

Hearing the small opening exposition said on the phone, everyone watched the servant with different eyes.

From some, it was cringe. For some, it was cool. For even more it sounded unnecessarily sweet.

"Yes, I meant hell. Please forgive me. Why did I call? Oh! I am facing your challenger, my dear Muse!"

"Dear Muse?"

Now that's a title even Sirzechs didn't use for his wife or sister. Maybe he should call them that next time?

"Ah! Sirzechs, you are playing a dangerous game." The devil chuckled in himself, being so daring today.

"Yes! As said, Lord Sirzechs convinced Lord Dominus to withdraw from the challenge; in exchange, he wants a public apology." And thus, the servant proceeded to explain the situation.

"What is she saying?" Questioned the red devil.

"Ah! I see! I apologise..."

"What are you doing?"

"She asked me to apologise in her stead." Once more, Rorschach bowed apologetically.

"What?!"

"Ah! That's good! Then should we conclude the case and move on? I am so happy we can solve this issue in peace."

"Is she ridiculing me?!"

Before Sirzechs could conclude the case, Dominus perked up in rage.

"Oh! That's not the case. It is just that, my dear is quite busy. So, she asked me to resolve this case al..."