The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 17: Dark Storm Brewing (part 2)

"How dare you!? How dare she!? This is the highest insult!"

[Oi! Tell him to get over it!]

"I am trying, but he is quite relentless." Rorschach whispered to the phone.

[Put me on vid feed!] After putting her through to a video call, Gillian finally faced her challenger. [So, you are the one who is wasting my precious time? Huh?]

"What?! Yes! No! I mean... I am Dominus Al'Igna Paimon, your challenger! And you miss, owe me! I demand proper compensation and..."

[I owe you nothing... bro. Get over it, you made the wrong bet, that's it. It happens. Even with me...] Deadpanned the player. [I was nice enough to send that scroll back to you. I even made an apology for this nonsense. What more do you want?]

"That's not it! I want a public apology! In-person and...!"

[Are you a pussy? Because you're acting like a whiny little bitch now.]

"How dare you!? Do you know who you are speaking to?!"

[A pampered brat without any self-control? Seriously, I don't have time for this shit. Is Sirzechs-kun around?]

"Yes, I am here." The camera pointed at the Maou.

[Splendid! Can you please order him to stop harassing me?]

"I am afraid; I can only make a request. The ancient challenge law is clear about this issue. The challenger party has to back out from the match by themselves. Even the Maou is not above the rule. Maybe if you would apologise?"

[I just did, and he is still harassing me.]

Well, that was not what Dominus requested, but don't mind him. This girl was really crass in this case. Or dense? Even Sirzechs can only guess.

[Any solution?]

"You can either accept the challenge or make a public apology. But after this, I doubt he will accept it without further compensation."

"That's right!" Dominus fumed with crossed arms.

[Hmm... I don't plan to pay anything. It was him who bet on the wrong guy...] The player picked her ear, wiping her earwax in her vest. [I have nothing to do with him.]

"Little chit...!"

"He is quite insistent, I am afraid." Sirzechs sweatdropped, already able to see the situation would turn more difficult soon.

[Fine then, let's approach this differently then.] Gillian mumbled, pondering. [Tell me, under the challenge, can the challenged party select a champion?] Gillian stated her question, ignoring the boiling boy. At this point, she probably considered him nothing more than white noise in the background.

"Well, yes." Sirzechs blinked, recalling the ancient laws of challenge.

[Will you be my champion? If you do, I'll discount it from the stuff you owe me.]

While Sirzechs' breath stopped momentarily hearing the offer, Dominus and the rest of his Peerage boiled in rage, seeing and hearing how daring this human proved to be.

"Lord Dominus, give the order, and we will..."

"No. No matter how infuriating it is. We are still in the Maou's presence. Rein in your emotions. We will have our satisfaction, one way or another. Remember, we all represent house Paimon! None can discredit or mock us freely. We will have our reparation, sooner or later..."

Also, if he manages to take satisfaction before none other than the Maou, his status will increase. Both in the eyes of his family, and devilkind.

"The girl proved herself to be capable during the rating game. No matter how brazen she is, she might prove to be useful in the future." He just needs to subjugate her, and prove his worth as a leader. "Like the Ashen Emperor himself, I will also earn followers through wits and strength."