The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 17: Dark Storm Brewing (part 2)

Not only did he proclaim himself as the servant of some dark lord, swatted away a promising young devil like he would be a mere fly, but he could also resist the Paimon family's domination skill — an ability which made greater entities tremble and obey their every whim.

"Just what's going on there? Is it possible he and his sister are more than what they show themselves to be?"

Is there any chance he has a Sacred Gear? Or the descendant of some hero? Or something else? Yes, everything that happened until now points towards one of the many possibilities.

"Should I stop him and make him apologize? But what if it's true? Inciting young Dominus to do something rash might help me understand their real nature. Alas, it may cause problems later."

One option was playing safe, the second was risky, but with a reward in the end. Something that might reveal a hidden danger that lies near Rias. As a brother, the choice was obvious. As a Maou, he should strive for a peaceful resolution.

"What to do?"

Sirzechs Lucifer was torn, unable to decide what to do.

"You little...!?"

"I repeat, my message was given. I bid you farewell. Sleep tight, young man, who knows what awaits you in the domain of the shadows."

"Huh?" Rorschach turned his back to Dominus and started to walk away, knowing well how infuriated and confused his "opponent" was. His helplessness to do anything in the presence of Sirzechs delighted the servant no end.

"You damn MONGREL! Come back here this instant and...!"

Yet, his words did not move the servant the slightest, he just stopped near Abigail and bowed, in return receiving a slight nod.

"I will get you... I will flay your soul...!"

Dominus boiled in rage and fury; one by one the veins popped up in his face, neck and even his body! Slowly, an aura of darkness and demonic energy started to seep out from his body — something that made Sirzechs remember a certain person.

"This boy... his potential is great. Almost like his grandmother..."

"Oh my... this will not end well." This was not the last time Dominus would try something, he was sure of it. Nonetheless, he was somewhat glad this thing didn't end up worse.

He may even say, aside from that slap, it went pleasantly smoothly — maybe even too smooth.

"Alas, I am sure the young man will not let this slip." No! If anything, he will come up with something — All in order to have his revenge and satisfaction. It was in his blood.

"The Paimon clan was famous for their passion and their undeniable pride." Something that almost made them extinct during the Great War.

"But what can I do?" Shaking his head with a grimace, Sirzechs bid his farewell, escorting home Rorschach.

"My lord..."

"What?" After Sirzechs left, the butler walked near the young boy, leaning closer and whispering something in his ear.

"What do you mean?" Dominus was confused, looking after Abigail who left afterwards, on his face his usual annoyance.

"Dominus, you will leave that wimp to treat you like that?"

"..." The boy remained silent for a moment, biting his lips and hearing out the redhead girl, remembering what the faithful servant of their home whispered just a moment ago. Their family's head butler's warning words really made him reconsider his next step.