The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 8: The Maou, the Player, and an Accident

"Haah!" the small maid widely yawned, holding an empty tray under her armpit.

Indeed, her day was long. Too long if you asked her...

She served these miserable humans, obeying their every whim! What made it even worse and humiliating was that she had to smile during all of this!

All those lewd gazes she received from the patrons. All those mumbling people who are calling her cute.

"Mittelt is cute; this is a fact, no one can deny it! Still, to call Mittelt a simple child? Unacceptable!"

The worst of all were all those wrinkly old humans who wanted to pinch her cheeks — even offering her a sweet like that of a child.

"Mittelt only accepted them because she likes sweets anyway, not because she approves of their act!"

She felt like she wanted to vomit!

She was there even before the Great War! Even before the Angels split into two factions! She was there when God was still around in heaven! How dare these people call her a mere child!?

"True, Mittelt still wonders where her father had disappeared to..."

This was a question many angels asked many times, yet, received no answer from their leaders.

One day, their father just disappeared, no message was left to where he had gone or what he was doing. Michael and the rest of the Seraphs only said he was busy with an important project, and that was it! No other information or public announcement! Just: "Continue your work as intended, Father will return when time is due!"

"As Mittelt remembers, father was always one of a kind. Often disappearing for a long time, then when he reappears again, bringing some new invention. Like Azazel-sama..."

Mittelt remembered the last time when it happened. He brought forth the Sacred Gear system — A system that was highly unnecessary if you asked her.

"Why would he want to give mere mortals more power? Mittelt was as confused back then as she is now!"

If you asked her, giving power to those bugs was an unnecessary detour and potentially dangerous considering how much trouble humanity can cause.

"As miserable as bugs they are, father gave them the most broken system Mittelt had ever witnessed..."

She was not well versed in Sacred Gears and the topic of mythical weapons — as well, for all that mumbo jumbo some of the fallen knew about specific issues too advanced to little Mittelt even to understand or dare to touch the subject.

"Mittelt's head just starts to spin whenever she listens to those long-winded explanations..."

Nonetheless, what she heard and understood from the explanation of other fallen comrades of hers points towards the conclusion: some of these Sacred Gears were broken beyond reason! Able to slay even gods! They were not weapons or toys a weak and stupid species like humans should be able to get their hands on or should use by any means.

"Of course, as Mittelt remembers, father ignored the complaints of other angels back then, and proceeded with his project anyway."

Still, it was strange. No matter his ongoing work — as she remembers — their father always returned to help them out in their time of need.

Yet, even now, he is missing! When their number falls dangerously low, and they are on the edge of extinction, he refuses to show himself!

According to her knowledge, no Angel had been born for a long time. The number of Fallen drops day by day, both heaven and their own faction are powerless to stop this process of diminishment.