Betrayed, I Met The Demon Lord

Chapter 106 - The Troublemaker

"I-I'm so sorry, sir!" the maid stammered as she hurried forward. "My Lord, Baron Bailey, isn't feeling himself today! He's been insulting everyone like this all day!" She pleaded desperately, casting a nervous glance at Van.

"Nah, but he's special, Mirias," Bailey interjected, a manic grin plastered across his face. "He really is the ugliest son of a bitch I've ever seen."

"Baron, huh?" Van said, an amused smirk curling his lips as he ignored Bailey's remarks, instantly drawing their attention. He folded his arms, his posture casual.

"What is your Skibiditoilet, then?"

The air shifted. Both Mirias and Bailey stiffened, a jolt of confusion flashing through them.

"I... I'm sorry?" Mirias managed, her voice faltering, while 'Bailey' froze mid-smirk.

"Skibiditoilet," Van repeated flatly. "You called him a Baron, so surely, you can tell me. There isn't a single human Baron who doesn't take pride in his Skibiditoilet." His tone was as deadpan as his expression.

Mirias's mind scrambled in panic. 'This is bad. What IS that term!?' she thought, her heart racing.

'We decided to pose as a Baron and his maid because Baron is one of the lowest ranks of human nobility—there are thousands of them, no one could single us out! But I had no idea there was some obscure term we needed to know!'

Her thoughts spiraled. 'Just... what IS Skibiditoilet!?'

"Fuck you," Bailey snarled suddenly, his voice sharp and venomous. "That's my Skibiditoilet. I don't have to explain it to the likes of you, lowly and ugly adventurer." He jabbed a finger at Van's armor, his lip curling as he scrutinized it.

'Black metal, huh?' Belial thought, his eyes flicking briefly to Van's sword. 'Nice shit he's got on him.'

"Actually," he continued, his voice dripping with mock authority, "you've offended me so deeply by asking about my Skibiditoilet that I, Baron Bailey, am confiscating your gear."

Van's lips pursed, a faint glimmer of amusement flickering across his face as his eyebrows arched. There was almost a hint of pride in his expression as he sized up the so-called Baron.

"Strip." the order came.

'Huh,' Van mused to himself, his smirk widening slightly. 'That's the second demon that wants me to get naked.'

"And drop that sword of yours too; for that ugly mug of yours." Bailey added, his tone unwavering, laced with the confidence of someone unaccustomed to being challenged.

'I-impressive,' Mirias thought, watching Belial's sudden shift into a commanding presence. 'Lord Belial may be taking this provocation too far, but... this attitude might actually help us avoid suspicion!'

"Hm," Van hummed, holding back his laughter as he glanced thoughtfully at the sky. "Never heard of a Baron ordering a Count before," he said lightly, his tone loose.

Mirias's face paled. 'We're doomed.'

"F-..." Belial faltered momentarily, his eyes scanning Van's face for any hint of weakness, yet finding none.

"Fuck you. You're not a Count. I bet my Skibiditoilet on it," Belial spat flatly.

Van chuckled, his gaze locking onto Belial, his eyes seeming to glow momentarily.

"And you're not a human," Van said, his voice low, though the lightness in his tone remained.

"...!!!"