True Magician

Chapter 136

Kuoh.

I sat at a table of a small establishment and smiled as I looked at Sona and Sairaorg across the table. Sairaorg wasn't embarrassed by anything, and was enthusiastically eating ice cream in a large glass cup with lots of chocolate, wafers, and vanilla. Sona, on the other hand...

- "You really picked an excellent place to meet to discuss our business. I would have applauded you, but alas, you would have taken it as sarcasm," she said with a stone face.

We were in the maid cafe where Mo-chan and Irina worked. The whole place was in white and pink colors, themed decorations, dedicated to cosplay and maids. White tablecloths, soft sofas with drawings similar to Something Kitty, lace and other interior elements as if hinting at kindness and cuteness.

Irina served the customers in a rather modest manner, unlike Mo-chan that looked at them as trash. And this approach of hers was much more popular, making Mo-chan the most sought-after maid in the entire cafe. She greeted and served her guests using 'sir' and so on, that is, as usual, except that the rest of the phrases mostly consisted of crude almost insults. I don't know if all the visitors of this place were masochists or just perverts.

Of course, she could have not done that and tried to leave, except that Arturia also works in the service industry, and her actions would have upset 'father'. Although, given that Morgan and I are technically married, I am also her 'father', well, on paper.

- "Uh-oh? I'm glad you appreciate my choice. You can order whatever you want. I'm feeling especially generous today," I nodded, "So, shall we get started?"

- "That was sarcasm."

- "No, it wasn't."

- "I know better what I meant, Romani-sensei."

- "I would argue with that statement."

- "I do not."

- "Unfortunately, your opinion doesn't count. Sairaorg likes everything. Democracy and all that."

- "This isn't an election, and we didn't hold a vote," Sona said with a twitch of her eyebrow.

- "It's good. I think I'll take Quisha a couple of these. She likes that sort of thing," he said calmly, and then looked at us, "And you know, if I didn't know better, I would have called you two newlyweds."

- "W-what?!" Sona blushed instantly, "D-don't talk nonsense!"

- "I'm only telling you what I see, and I'm being honest," Sairaorg laughed lightly, "And what do you say, Lord Archaman?"

- "Anything is possible, though it doesn't depend on me," I said, and he smiled, and Sona lowered her head, taking the hint, "In any case, I understand you wanted to cash in the game reward?"

- "You're right," he nodded, and the smile slowly slid off his face, and then Sairaorg stepped out from behind the table and bowed. I, on the other hand, placed a closed field around us, realizing exactly what he would ask, "Please help my mother."

I remained silent, and seeing that, he continued.

- "If... if my powers weren't enough, I'm willing to do anything," he said, "I just want her to open her eyes, and... see what I've accomplished."

Demons value strength and only strength. And when his mother, Misla Bael, gave birth to Sairaorg, a child with negligible reserves of demonic power and no 'Power of Destruction', they became outcasts.

They were settled on the outskirts of the Bael clan's territory so as not to show their shame. Rias' mother, the current Lady Gremory, maiden name Venelana Bael, tried to take them in, but his father refused her, and not only her. When Sairaorg pulled himself together and decided to prove to everyone that he was worth something, and then started getting results, Misla fell into a coma and still hasn't come out of it.