Chapter 25: Identity
“Name”
“Bell”
“Job”
“Freelancer”
“So jobless…”
“…”
I will be in trouble right now if my answer isn't sufficient enough. All of this would have been fine if not for the fact that guy wasn't here.
Leaning on the wall is a muscular man with long, flowing hair tied in a bun and side strands framing his face. His upper body is adorned with intricate tattoos, and he wears a sleeveless garment. His expression is aloof all this time, and his gaze is similar to that of the tiger when they are hunting.
Is that imitation art? The first step is the imaginary technique. Ha, he is a novice, a weakling.
But there is one thing: his mana is much higher than a high-ranking demon; fighting him would make the survival chances lesser than Orochipy.
The thing is he’s invisible, so I think this is a test itself. Just ignore him and answer these questions.
“So why are you applying to become student Shin’s servant?”
“Because he is a very precious brother of mine.”
“That’s all?”
“Yes missy”
“Okay then, let me take a look at your identity card.”
"Oh, sorry, miss, but I don’t have one. You see, I’m from the Rat Dump after all.”
“Well then, sign this contract.”
“Yes, thank you for your understanding, Miss..”
Keh keh, A mere contract like this won't be able to stop me.
"But it will be bothersome for you to be skilled, you know.”
“Oh, don’t yo-SHIINg-u worry.”
The blade stops right in front of my face. If it were at least closer, my head would be chopped in half. But I don’t sense an intent, so I just keep my face straight.
The man studies my expression before sheaths back his sword and taps on the woman two times. I caught the signal, and she smiled warmly at me.
“Okay, we have done the checkup; you may go now.”
“Really? That’s very fast.”
“You may go now.”
Exit the room. I walked past the waiting line before breathing a sigh of relief. Finally over, now let my real plan begin. I make my way up the staircase before being stopped by Rango.
“Uhm Boss, we can’t go in there.”
“What”
“We are restricted to certain places; why should a mere servant enter the student hall anyway?”
“I see”
Guess I will sneak around at midnight then, but where to go now?
"We can go shopping a little; you need to know some basic courtesy after all.”
“So you saying that I am a stupid bastard that doesn’t know how to read the people?”
“…”
Rango didn’t say a word but just walked away. For some reason, I feel offended.
"Hey, stop right there, answer me, you f-you bastard.”
I grabbed Rango’s shoulder, which shook him a bit.
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“Let’s go training now, my dear follower.”
“Please, I’m sorry.“
“MOVE OUT OF THE WAY.”
“?”
“?”
A grizzled, burly old man wearing gray armor without his helm stood in our path. He looks down on the both of us like we are pests.
This pisses me off.
“ARE YOU BOTH DEAF, MOVE?”
“Okay, boss, don’t tr-
“And what if I don't, you motherfucker?”
“Stop swearing, boss.”
This caught the old man off guard. His face tightened, and his jaw clenched. Holding a sword with his right hand. He screamed
“YOU INSOLENT BASTARD”
And swung the sword at Beelzebub. Looking at the falling blade, Rango sweated profusely, thinking that it was all over, but the sword never reached Beel.
SHIING
The sword was slashed—yes, not slashed, but slashed. And before the old man could understand what was going on, his arm was also slashed.
“ARGH”
Standing behind the now kneeling old man is the invisible man from before. Looking down at the bloody man, he threatens
“Caused more trouble in the school, and your head would be next.”
Despite getting his arm chopped off, he didn’t scream in anger like before but just cowered back, grabbed his bloody arms, and walked away like nothing ever happened.
"How irritating, this goddam thug in the guise of servants always ticks me off; at least act with decency."
He then turned his head toward Rango.
“And you”
“Y-yes sir”
“Bring your friend to the medical room.”
“Yes?”
“He had already fainted.”
“???”
Beelzebub, who is in his soul form while hiding behind his body, is afraid that the samurai will know.
“Kehkehkeh, now I can infiltrate.”
Grabbing the unconscious Beelzebub, Rango admired his boss’s scheme.
“As expected from the great devil.”
But there is one small problem.
“Where is the medical room, kind sir?”
But he never gets his answer as the samurai disappear in an instant. Standing there all confused, Rango then entered the student hall with an unconscious Beelzebub on his shoulder.
******
Toro, the samurai, was looking in the direction of Rango while inside the check-up room. The secretary asks in confusion.
“What are you looking at?”
“..Nothing”
"Well, spill the beans, big man. What are you worried about?”
“You think that I am worrying about something.”
“Your furrowed brow says it all.”
Scratching his head, Toro decided to tell the truth.
“It's just that red-haired man; I feel something strange.”
“…Is it-“
"No, it isn’t demonic energy but dark mana instead.”
“Dark mana? That’s very rare; the only dark mage I know is Vilet, and she is from Mortem’s family.”
“Yeah, dark mana...”
Remember back at that time, he felt something strange happen when the old man swung his sword? Is he truly fainted from that, or is it intentional?
No way, for a D-rank out of nowhere. The fact that he could use a spell on himself proved that he had excellent control over mana. Not only that, but why would he knock himself out of consciousness when an attack is approaching? Unless he knows that I am close by
“It’s suspicious; could it be that he knows that I’m here all the time?”
“Don’t think about it too hard; only a skilled assassin can see you, and even then, not any assassin will stand still when an attack from the mighty tiger reaches them.”
"I guess you are right.”
“So where are they now?”
“They entered the hall, trying to find the medical room.”
“Wait, why not just teleport them there?”
“I don’t feel like it.”
“…”
The secretary sighs and then signals the next person to enter.
From the hallway before, the puddle of blood stayed there for a second before it was cleaned away by auto-magic... or it would seem that way.
The old man from before walks out of the school, but instead of showing anger, he shows a creepy smile.
"Yes, now we waited."
"The feast begins."
"Let's enjoy the massacre to our hearts content."
*****
Walking in the hall with an unconscious Beelzebub, Rango keeps looking left and right, trying to find a person to ask. But this is the class period, so it’s expected that there is no one nearby.
He then switched his goal from reaching the medical room to finding out the interior of this place as much as possible. Take a look around until he reaches the stairs to the next floor.
Before he could take a step on it, a female tired and yet creepy voice crawled to his ear.
“Where do you think you are going?”
He stumbles and slowly turns his head around to see a young lady looking at him with tired eyes. A young woman with black hair and bangs, wearing a weird outfit that he has never seen before, looking at him with tired eyes
“I-I try to bring my friend to the medical room.”
The lady ignores Rango and takes a look at Beelzebub.
“Is that a soul behind him?”
“What”
“Oh, what a good nap. Let’s go, Rango; there are things to do.”
Beelzebub, who awakes and acts like nothing happened, jumps down, grabs Rango by the shoulder, and walks away.
“Stop right there.”
Fuck, of all the people, why does it have to be this bastard’s sister?
‘SHE-SHE THAT BITCH, SHE BROKE IT, THE PROMISE’
“STOP YOU, CRAZY BASTARD; YOU ARE AN ADULT HERE.”
My hand is shaking like crazy now; my emotion and control are getting out of hand. This feeling is quite similar to when I met that woman from before; no, it is even more intense. Holding my right hand with the other. I forced a smile on my face.
"Y-Yes, malady Vilet.”
“You know me.”
“Every single black mage knows your name and your power; it is an honor to me.”
“Okay”
Feeling annoyed, she waved her hand,shooing us away. Yes, if this keeps going on, I might attack her there.
“Let’s go, Rango.”
“Yes boss”
Both of us walk away while forcefully smiling on our faces. Vilet, looking at the two walking away comedically, decided not to think about it too much and returned to her room.
But all of a sudden she felt something weird, her head getting dizzier, her eyes darted toward the corner of the room, and she began panicking, frantically searching for something.
“Fuck, is it because of a recent incident or Vanella?”
She always tells herself that she was young back there; yes, she was young. She was young. The person from the corner approaches her.
Standing in front of her, her poor younger brother, the one she abandoned that night
“So please”
Taking out pills, she shoved all of it into her throat. The illusion, looking at her with judging eyes, faded away.
“Go, go away.”