The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 17: Dark Storm Brewing (part 2)

"Alas, they will need help regardless. After the battle, it is like Excalibur is less willing to work with them."

He even needed a special method to extract the swords from the ground. Is it possible that the holy sword became even "pickier" after finding a suitable wielder?

"Maybe. A possibility. I've never seen something like this. If I could...! Who's there?" Grabbing his holy gun, the middle-aged man took cover, prepared for any attacker that might come through. With a click on his remote, he already activated the traps he prepared beforehand.

"However, I know I have little chance..." Especially if that someone comes chasing after him. "Simple Fallen, devil or exorcist, I have the means to deal with them. But that's something... I will die, or even be captured if someone like that finds me."

"Dammit!"

Seconds passed, but no answer. The man suspiciously activated his scanner, peeking through the solid walls and door, only to the knock repeated once again.

"Cleaning service. May I come in?"

"Haah..." Once again, his hands shaking. Maybe he is too paranoid. But after what happened, who would blame him? "No, it is fine. Come back later, please."

The cleaner lady left. It is better; civilians shouldn't see the room like this.

"Maybe I should take a walk? Yes. Visiting that girl or poking around the town might help. Also, I need to check on those two."

With that, he packed his stuff and left. Maybe he will return to this room again, maybe not. Changing dwellings often can lower the chance of someone finding him.

"Better to be safe than sorry..."

Scene Change: Gillian's Café:

"Just what the hell are you thinking?" With ticking eyes, the player loomed over the man occupying her tatami and scratching one of her dog's necks.

"Recuperating..."

"Mittelt is sorry. Mittelt couldn't stop him. He just... he just fell through the roof and made himself at home. Even giving us orders — with the comment: he will skin us if we don't obey."

"I see..." Looking back at the handsome figure who robbed all the available bananas from her storage and was now devoured them like no tomorrow, she can't blame the girl for calling her rather than doing something.

"And you? Why don't you just go home? I hope no one followed you. The last thing I need is someone starting to sniff around!"

"Hmph!" The man with heterochromia didn't answer, instead turned his head away, stuffing another banana into his face.

"Haah! What to do with you?" Gillian brushed her hair clueless. "You look like a mess, at least take a shower, or something."

Once again, the man refused to answer.

"Can't you just teleport him away or something? Mittelt is creeped out even looking at him."

"It is... complicated." Gillian only gave this short answer, before puffing out some air, almost like she gave up nudging the man to leave. "Damn, my soft heart! Fine then, you can stay, for now. But don't make a scene, and get yourself together! You look like a mess!"

"Speaks the one who left me in this state..." Huffed the stranger, almost annoyed. "Bring more bananas. I need to heal..." He said so while discarding another peel into the corner.

"Bring it yourself, and don't touch my stuff, or I'll kick your ass — Again...!" She kicked him, making the warrior ricochet a few times around, bouncing around from wall to ceiling to the floor. But it was like he didn't even care about it; he just rolled back on his back and grabbed another fruit.