The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 17: Dark Storm Brewing (part 2)

"Just knocked out!?" Several members of the peerage shouted outraged. Just "knocked out" was a mild expression feeling the force behind that slap.

"..." The short girl with the lollipop in her mouth raised her hand, conjuring cold water on her master wordless. Her face mirrored a strange calmness. A sleepy head one may call her with her twintails and half-closed eyes.

"Dude! You made me all wet! I hate water!"

"Don't whine... wet doggy." She mumbled with an uninterested expression, caring little of the hulking teen's glare.

"Ugh... where...?"

"Dominus!? Are you alright?" Everyone tensed, seeing the swollen face of their leader.

"I am, I guess. Damn! My face!" He looked around still groggy, spitting out several of his teeth. His drunken vision finally met with his oppressors', holding his throbbing cheek. "You have some guts, I give you that. Regardless, you will regret this foolish action. I command you! [Kneel!]" Standing up wobbly like some drunkard, his eyes glowed up intensely, expecting this man before him to fall on his knees and beg for mercy.

"No..."

"Wha-what!?" It is impossible! How can a mere human resist his family's special skill? "[Kneel! Beg for my forgiveness! I command you!]"

"Your [Command Mantra] is subpar at best and can be ignored by someone with little resistance to mind control effects. I expected more... How shameful." The look this man gave him was almost pitiful. An emotion that infuriated him even more!

"Tch! Just who are you?"

"Just a servant of the original dark lord." Smiling smugly, the dark-skinned servant still retained his elegant allure.

"You dare mock me!?"

"Oh! I wouldn't dare. I only stated the truth. The only one ridiculing you is yourself." Rorschach discarded his glove, almost like he would be disgusted by it after it touched an unworthy cheek. Recovering another one from his pocket and pulling it up to his hand.

"You...!?"

"Regardless, my patience is running low on your petty games, child. Harbor my muse's cherished peace, and you will learn, there are a lot worse things than death."

"Rorschach-kun..." Sirzechs placed his hand on his shoulder, trying to calm the man.

"I know how you..."

"Please, don't waste your energy. It is decided." With a big sigh, Rorschach tilted his head. "The order was given. From now on. Whatever happens, I bear the consequences."

"Just what do you think...?"

"Be careful, young master, for the shadows are deep, filled with horrors and terror beyond your imagination."

"!"

"Our proclamation was given; what you do with it, is up to you. However, alongside you, everyone who is dear to you will suffer the consequences and the following sanctions."

While saying this, the man only offered a dubious smile. Something that filled the onlookers with some kind of unease. It was not the smile of a man, but something hiding underneath — malformed, not from this world.

"Rorschach..." Sirzechs invited the man to the side. "Look, I know how you feel. Those people mocked your sister. I would also be angry if such things were thrown at Rias. Still, we need to handle this diplomatically."

"And I did just that. The proclamation was given. What this young man does with it, is up to him."

This was a sentence which left Sirzechs blinking in surprise and also, in some strange way, made him shudder.