True Magician

Chapter 55

Kuoh Academy.

The pleasant aroma of coffee coming from my cup wafted through the dilapidated conference room. Broken glass, cracks in the floor and walls, and a giant hole practically in the center of the room did not embarrass those present. The soft light of the sunset sun penetrated the room and gave the atmosphere a kind of artistry. And the uncertain looks on their faces were still on my figure, as if I had done something ridiculous.

After Shalba's attack, everyone sat down at the table again to continue the meeting. A certain dhampir with a paper bag on his head was now standing near Rias, hiding behind his king like a small child. Morgan, thinking she had gotten what she wanted, returned to the Emiya residence. Katerea stood behind my shoulder. Her presence was like... Greyfia? Yes, roughly like that.

The stoic and serious expression never left her face. Speaking of which, I decided to change her into a maid's uniform since she wanted to serve me. The funny thing is that Katerea didn't raise any objections, and now she was wearing a long black skirt, a long-sleeved white blouse, a lace headband, and white tights with black high boots. Also...

- "Lord Lucifer, stop undressing my maid with your eyes. You have your own, you know. Besides, I suggest you look around. Your maid fetish is a little underwhelming." I said with a kind smile on my face, looking at Sirzechs.

At my words he slowly and carefully turned his head, where he was met by Greyfia's murderous sharp gaze. And noticing him, Sirzechs flinched and smiled awkwardly. That didn't save him from what seemed to be a very painful pinch that followed a second later.

- "Ouch! That hurt, Grayfia!" he shrieked, to which he received another pinch, "I get it! I won't do it again!"

- "Heh," Azazel grinned, "Marriage can be painful, huh?"

- "And how did he become a Demon Lord..." Katerea shook her head, throwing an unpleasant glance at Sirzechs.

- "By the way, Rea-tan," Serafall began, drawing attention to herself, "Why did you decide to change sides? We're friends now, right?"

- "Don't get me wrong, Sitri," Katerea said stoically, "I still consider the current Lords incompetent and have no intention of becoming friends with you. My loyalty belongs only to King Solomon and the Great Ancestor. And the reasons are none of your concern."

- "Bullshit!" came an angry shout from below, "You betrayed your ancestor! And how can you serve an inferior man!"

- "Hm? Did someone hear something?" I said casually, completely unaffected by the tired looks in my direction.

- "It's probably just the wind, my king." Katerea remarked.

- "Indeed. The wind can be very noisy." I supported her and took a sip of my coffee.

- "I will kill you! All of you! I swear!" There was another shout, which, of course, was ignored by both me and Katerea.

- "Um... Romani-sensei... You do realize it's not the wind, right?" Sona said with a twitching eye.

- "But, Sona, it can't be my chair, right? Chairs don't talk, you know."

- "I'm not your chair, you wretched man! Quickly let me go and beg for mercy..."

SLAPPING

I slapped my rather talkative chair, ending its bickering. Of course, the function of the chair was performed by Shalba Beelzebub. My magic fixed his body position in a dog's pose, completely immobilizing him, but leaving him able to speak and listen.

The battle ended very quickly. All of the minions turned to decay in seconds from my trick. And when Shalba saw that things were getting fried, he made a mad dash to escape.