"Thank you." Rorschach offered his usual smile to the butler, who poured him some refreshment; five other maids had already prepared the room for their arrival previously and now waited for the command.
"It really is a nice place."
The room was splendid, befit to make the Maou wait here. Filled with furniture with a price range beyond anyone's capability. Paintings of never seen quality, and a soothing fireplace burning with an eerie green light.
"Thank you! My Lord would appreciate the praise."
Looking around, one painting especially raised the servant's attention. A family portrait where the former Lord and Lady of the Paimon family were present, with their descendants surrounding them.
"Is something wrong?" Asked Sirzechs, seeing his fellow brother staring at the painting for a long time. His eyes especially focused on the former lady, with all her glory, beauty and blue skin.
"Nothing..." Muttered Rorschach. "Just once again, found something familiar."
Sirzechs raised his brow suspiciously, but before he could question further, the young member of the Paimon clan arrived.
"Lord Dominus Al'Igna Paimon has arrived." Announced the head butler immediately.
"Please forgive me for my lateness, Lord Sirzechs. I couldn't welcome you properly."
As the young devil entered, he was followed by a whole array of colourful figures, all wearing similar suit uniforms like their master, on their shoulders, elegant cloaks draped over. At once, all bowed deep before the Maou of Red.
"It is no problem; I am just an escort currently." Sirzechs waved away the responsibility.
"Ah! I see..." Hummed the young lord, curious. "And who is so important, they need an escort, from a Maou no less?"
"It will be me, Lord Paimon." Elegantly, Rorschach stepped forward.
"And who might you be?"
"Rorschach O'Dyēus, at your service. I am the one representing the challenged party." The devils flinched out of some strange reason, feeling a strange stingy numbness in their brain.
"Hmph. So they sent you to negotiate my terms of forgiveness? It is unusual, but I'll allow it. Still, it is only proper..."
"You misunderstand me." Rorschach cut into the young Paimon's word.
"Huh?"
Recovering the sturdy scroll from his hip, he walked closer to the demon, presenting the writ of challenge back to him. "My sister sends her regards. Unfortunately, she can't come personally. She is quite busy. As such, she entrusted me with this task. She wishes no enmity with you. As she used to say: Let it go, only losers hold a grudge."
"Oh! What a splendid quote." Sirzechs thought so.
Indeed, if more devils would swallow their pride and let minor things slip, more of them would be around. Also, they would be a lot happier.
"...Thus, it is only proper that we hand this challenge back to you in person."
"Hmph! As if...!? Does she really think she can get away so easily? After the loss she caused me?"
"If I may ask, what was the terrible loss that warranted such a challenge?" Questioned the red devil.
"My Lord, if you really want to know, the victory over Riser caused me an unspeakable amount of trouble. Not only was my honour stained, I even lost a great deal of precious things thanks to my misplaced trust in Riser's victory. Not to speak, Rias' complete reinterpretation of the rules when it came to the Rating Game — and please take no offence — stained my and every pureblood devil's name."
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