Meeting the mistress

The reincarnate followed the imp to "the mistress" whilst keeping a close eye on him. Who knows if the little shit might throw him in another fight. The imp luckily doesn't seem to be trying anything. That was until he saw this incubus with a big satchel. The small creatures's eyes widen eyes brighten as he suddenly tries to move steatilhy. The imp's eyes focused on one goal, not even looking behind him any longer even with the reincarnate simply walking one step behind him. 'Did he forgot about me?' The reincarnate wonders as the imp's focus on the stachel whilst impressive does deem to have overtaken common sense. Seeing this the reincarnate leans over and whispers in the imp's ear. "Don't you have more pressing matters?"

"Of Course… Of course" The imp says his eyes still looking at the satchel. The small creature even struggles to respond decisively.

The reincarnate sighs heavily as his commands some of his dark mana to reach around the imp's neck. "Three, two...." He begins to countdown.

"WAIT, WAIT!! You're RIGHT!!" The imp yells as if spontaneously awakening from his sleep. Forced to grasp the situation quickly, he yells attracting the attention of the incubus and the other onlookers. The incubus shields his satchel and scoffs toward the imp before he walks off.

"Please follow me." The imp says, his hand grabbing the air toward the distant satchel. Like a pouting child not allowed the toys he wanted it looks longingly toward the moving away satchel.

After 5 minutes of walking, the reincarnate is the first one to speak.

"Where does she live, your mistress?"

"Mistress lives in the lower district around the east side." The imp now replies with the same subservience and obedience from before. The satchel situation was only a short stray.

"How would she help me, exactly?"

"The mistress knows and sees things." The imp proclaims with his held head high as he speaks of his mistress. If asked to speak more on the latter it truly seems like the creature could go on for hours.

"You seem fond of her." The reincarnation simply states not expecting a reply. He had doubts that the creatures even knew what fondness meant. The moments of happiness he had seen were mostly brought by drink and other substances. This imp on the other hand might be the first true happy creature. At least when he's speaking of his mistress. The smile on his face as he nearly walked into another passerby could not be faked.

"The mistress saved me. Any other demon would probably have killed me themselves, yet she chose to save a weak and worthless imp." The imp says closing his eyes as he speaks of his past. "She named me "Randyl", gave me a purpose, a new life, and she even taught me how to survive." The imp lists all the things his mistress had done for him. The tenderness in the imp's tone nearly makes the relationship seem motherly.

"You normally survive by getting into a fight and then having another demon solve it?" The reincarnate scoffs at the last part of the imp's word. If he wished for it, the imp would have been dead by now. The mistress might not be the perfect teacher "Randyl" makes her to be.

"I try to not get in fights, but when I am in one I try to escape or as I did with you." The imp says as if something completely normal to do. Causing the reincarnate to frown at the sheer audacity.

"I don't think you're capable of staying out of fights. Not with those sticky hands at least."

"I must. The mistress cannot go out. She needs Randyl." The imp says as if it is the only answer possible. It seemed more likely that the imp had convinced himself rather than it actual being true. Still, the imp seemed to be speaking the truth. One closer to a delusion but a truth nonetheless.

"She's not capable of going outside and starting a fight?" The reincarnate asks, doubting the red skinned creature's truth. He had seen plenty of devils and demons creating unnecessary trouble and unless proven otherwise the imp doesn't seem to do anything else.

"You know you are quite sarcastic, sir." Randly responds whilst walking a bit faster and harsher. Frowning as he looks back, unable to hide his annoyance. Before he looks up and realizes his situation once again. "Which I personally find a quality.... Everyone needs a bit of sarcasm, right?" Randyl spouts out as he looks forward once again. Droplets of sweat pass his forehead as the imp resumes the guidance and his previous attitude.

"Here it is, sir."

The house the imp points at is on the smaller side even for a house in the lower district. It seemed doubtful that there would be more than one room in this house. The outside is also rather noteworthy. It's very unkempt and clearly not being taken care off. The wonder how this house even still stands shortly passes before the imp start to knock on the door.

"MISTRESS RANDYL IS BACK WITH A GUEST!" the imp yells luckily not attracting any unnecessary attention as the street is largely empty. "MIST....."

"Quiet Randyl." A soft voice interjects, even if nearly drowned out by the obnoxious yelling voice of Randyl. Randyl smiles even whilst being told to keep quiet as a blindfolded humanoid looking woman with orange hair opens the door.

"Welcome, it seems Randyl wasn't lying. Take a seat, you've walked so far to get here." the blindfolded mistress says as she moves aside. Which Randyl uses to rush into the small house.

'What am I doing?' The reincarnate thinks to himself wondering if walking into some unknown house is truly the best idea. It could be a trap then again when isn't it? Everything was unruly and dangerous. Still, the doubt did not disappear easily.