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Irina and I went into the business in the capital being run by the demons.
The company, a merchant group that specialized in trading with processed magical items was the name of the game for them. Though most of the employees in here were humans, more than a fair share of them were demons too.
"Hey, Miss Irina," I called out as the two of us passed by the security and entered the building.
"What?" She asked.
"Can you try to avoid killing the demons?"
Deep in the enemy territory, we talked about these matters without a care in the world. I was suited up in red that matched my eyes and Irina was donning a pinkish shade of white in a single dress.
"Sure, but why?"
"Thanks."
"Why?"
"Thank you."
"Bitch."
If things were to go by my plans, then something happening to them was just going to be a loss overall. I had many uses of demons as a whole, getting some brownie points here was going to be useful in making them move to my beck and call.
Holding up my suitcase, I went over to the reception, Irina in two, and snapped my fingers.
"My hellow~" I said, as obnoxiously as I could. "Do you perhaps, mayhaps, not know who this person is? Perchance."
"You can't just say perchance," Irina whispered from behind, but I was too busy roleplaying.
"Eugy, flick your wrist!"
At Titania's beckoning, I flicked my wrist.
The receptionist looked up at me. Even someone like me could tell that she was rethinking all the choice in her life that she had made and which had led her to this point in time, but that was just perfect.
"Excuse me~"
"Yes. I apologize…" the receptionist said. That I could hear the sheer shock in her voice made me a tad guilty, but Mr. Marizzio Martinazio did not feel guilty for being himself.
"Who, might you be?"
"I am Marizzio Martinazio."
"And…" the receptionist looked around, but there was no one coming to her rescue. "Who is that?"
"Assistant to this lady, she is the greatest magic tool inventor in all of Vhisna!"
"Where is this place again?"
"Oh, you goose! You know nothing about the big big world. Do yourself a favor and call the master of this place here before you offend such an important person and lose your job. Perchance."
"Stop." Irina whispered again, but was also ignored again.
The receptionist, overwhelmed by my pizzazz, had no choice but send for her boss. She changed her mind halfway, though, and left to fetch him on her own. Smart.
Not long after, down running came a young man donning the robes of a wizard, his hair scraggly and beard scragglier yet.
"O-oh, who are—"
"HOHO!" I cackled and wrapped my arms around him, leaning into his ears, I whispered. "The Fonias have betrayed us, Magmara sent me here, take us inside."
The man's eyes trembled as he looked at me in confusion, and then, he smiled.
"Come to my office! Um…"
"Maurizio Martinazio."
"Yes, and you assistant," the man pointed at Miss Irina. We had a game going on here so I shook my head.
"No, no, I am HER assistant."
The man looked at me, his confusion now evident in his gestures. He then smiled and instead of saying anything else, guided us inside.
We passed through the different research laboratories and meeting rooms in the headquarters of a fairly big enterprise. There was no need to research anything about this place personally, though, since the Dark Moon had managed to bribe a current employee into spilling, and the master's identity was told to us by the demon we had chopped up.
The demon led us to his office and kicked out anyone inside. The place littered with documents, mana stones, and magical tools was truly befitting of a person that owned such a place.
He immediately pulled the drapes, but I ignored him and sat down on his own seat.
Irina looked at me and tried to complain about me sitting on the cool seat, but we didn't have time for that.
"Maurizio? What are you doing?" Asked the master.
"Sit." I told him. "Feel at home."
The master looked at me oddly before taking a seat across me. He was too shaken to be in his right mind, holding his head, he sighed. "I have never seen you before, but if Magmara told you about me, you can be trusted. We're all demons after all…"
"No. We're not demons, actually."
Well, I was, but that didn't matter.
Irina and him both looked at me in surprise.
"We did come here after Magmara sent us," I took the name of the demon manager we had killed without batting an eye. "But he's now dead. And the Fonias did kill him."
"Heh…" Titania muttered. "That teacher of yours seems to be enjoying this."
"What do you mean…" the demon stared at me, his killing intent on full display. He was also stronger than Magmara, if not stronger yet.
The Fonias family continued a drug business, but it was one that let demons use human abilities and look like humans.
It was not particularly evil. Not something that shouldn't exist.
Our plan was to take over their trade and influence all along, but this was one matter that did not even count as an 'evil' problem, but at the same time, this was the most useful outhouse for me.
For my future goals as well, which included bringing all the realms in my hands against the imminent outer gods.
Strength in numbers, this was going to help me build it up.
"The Fonias are going to die. From both your hands and mine."
Not ignorant of his position anymore, the demon sighed.
"What do you want?"
"Take me to all of you demons' leader."
I leaned ahead and stretched my hand.
"I will kill the Fonias, and give you a place to stay under the skies."
The other two in the room stared with widened eyes.
"Not as the rats that you are right now. The demons that are hated by the humans and gods alike, I'll make a place for you to live as those demons."
"I swear it on the name of Apollon."
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