Chapter 4

'I wish no one that... I was on the verge of death because of it…'

Yet, only spending a month here, working on this place and serving the patrons, her anxiety and other psychological insecurity – haunted her since childhood – greatly reduced.

For now, she can say she was not afraid of speaking with people.

'I never felt myself better!'

As for why a maid café? Well, because…

'MAIDS ARE THE BEST!'

As one of her friends said in the past, and she shared this sentiment. Yet, she had a few problems; a few huge issues still haunted her!

Namely: 'I have no maids to serve the guests… either way, I lack the guests to serve. Maybe, it was a bad decision opening a café in this part of the town. Damn! At first, it looked just right! Neither too crowded, nor too abandoned! The people of this town hate coffee, or the maids, or cake, or what? There is no way someone hates maids! Then why is no one coming here?'

The caramel-skinned girl started to sulk right away, giving away a depressive aura.

True, she could use demons, or another summons to meet this demand.

'A succubus would be perfect for a maid, for example… or even a doppelganger! Yeah, they will do just fine! Most likely, the higher level summons could even hide their supernatural signals completely. But to use those for simple maid duty? That would be a huge waste!'

Even using some kind of brainwashing or mind control to force people to come here appeared amongst the possibilities. But in the end, she said: no!

Modifying the memories of others would raise unnecessary attention of other parties — supernatural parties. The thing she wanted to avoid at all cost!

Also, it wouldn't be the same if just empty-eyed brainwashed "zombies" hang around all the time — maybe even drowning on the floor.

If she would want that, she would simply use summons, which can do the same and can't initiate any meaningful conversation.

Only saying: "Whatever you wish, master!" and "Of course, my lady, just as you said!" and similar things… it was just depressing!

Really, after the shitty life she had back then, the only thing she wanted is some peace, and have this café. She wanted no part from that supernatural political Shogi that old man spoke about.

Using items, anti-divination skills, and her racial abilities, until now she successfully fooled the senses of every supernatural being she encountered, disguising herself as a simple human — no matter their power and perception, with the exception of one person, not one of them recognized her as a possible threat — or as a supernatural entity if it comes to that.

And even that one person only did so because he knows where and what to look.

Though, she was still clueless how that one person was able to track her down here.

Yet, as she remembered it, maybe it was her who caused all of this, maybe she was the one who made a few slips under acclimatizing to this world.

Indeed, she should look better ways to get money than robbing banks…

'But the use of YGGDRASIL gold was too risky. Exchanging it for money also risked the chance to expose myself. Damn! If just simply used stock trading, writing a program to automatize and optimize the process of selling and buying. I should have avoided this situation entirely! But no! I had to rob banks! Why was I even so curious robbing banks? It was fun, of course. Still, was a foolish idea…'

Being a programmer previous, she could do that. Yet, she still robbed a few banks instead of trading stocks, just because she was curious she could do it or not.

She must admit, robbing banks was not her finest idea… Yeah, it was ridiculously easy.

She just made the security system glitch with her powers, then teleport in the sealed vault, and vacuum all the money and jewelry in her inventory, it was easy.

Doing it with multiple banks all around the world, she gained a hefty sum; it helped to start her new life under no time.

'Human buildings really don't have protection against supernatural effects… Just now thinking of it. In YGGDRASIL there was also a similar monthly event. Doing heist on the nine central banks of the nine realms. The players could either join the wardens who intended to protect the vault or the robbers who intended to rob the bank.'

Of course, she usually joined the robbers; it was more exciting than waiting for the players before the vault.

'Though being the warden you could manage the security system, that was also fun…' she grinned, remembering when she once took the mantle of a warden, taking over the security system and annihilating every invader under a few minutes. "I am so evil, fufufu!"

'Clang!' As she wondered on this, the little bell gently rang at the moment someone entered the door.

"Welcome to our caf-é. Ah, it is just you…" her happy, welcoming expression disappeared right away, spotting the person entered the door.

Her look replaced with the expression of scorn and disgust.

"What the heck you want?"

"Oh, suddenly, I feel myself unwanted…" the tall man, wearing a maroon v neck long coat, and a fedora sit down in a seat before the bar, raising his brow curious before putting his hat on the counter.

"Just spit it out! What do you want? Have you managed to get my papers? If not… then sod off!"

"Well! Well! Well! What a warm welcome! Fufufu…" folding his fingers, the 'guest' watched the bartender girl, and the player started to get more and more annoyed seeing that smug expression of his.

"But what a surprise! There are no patrons around. Well! Well! Well! And you are surprised? If you treat them like this, they will go away…" looking around, the man pointed towards the empty area, not one guest present — teasingly smiling all along.

"By the way, did you know? That boy was a devil! Well, partly… you really keep all kind of people around!"

Under one month, she only gained a few regulars who came here day after day.

One of them was that boy, Kiba. Naturally, a few more from his school also appeared here time to time — but mostly the fangirls who searched for the blond boy — in that case, she always had to hide him under the counter.

It was quite unprofitable.

"Until they pay, and respect my property, they can be the dragon of end all I care… I care not where they come from."

"How enlightened from you! Kukuku! Just the kind of people my organization looking for! Are you sure you don't want to join? We have taco Tuesday!" the man raised his brow multiple times in an inviting motion, making the owner tick in annoyance.

"What do you want? Az?" she scowled annoyed, saying the name with disgust.

"It is Lord Azazel for you!" the fallen general smirked, visibly enjoying the teasing, and the player started to get more and more annoyed.

'Crack!' right away, several lamps and cup exploded, space and time started to distort around the two.

Ghastly voices started to rise around the establishment as the fabric of reality contorted and twisted.

The fallen general started to feel as invisible hands approaching him behind, threatening him with annihilation if continuing his little game.

Being she was a psychic ability user — in another name an Esper — her powers reacted to her mental, and emotional state — just now destroying a few plates, cups, and making the wall crack.

"Easy there…"

Azazel felt he is walking on thin ice… in the current case, only a few items exploded, but if he is not careful, maybe it will be he, who will leave the establishment with a few parts less.

'Indeed, very interesting. The way her powers work…' he chuckled deep inside. 'It is not magic, or anything similar. That's, I am sure… more like, she is affecting the wave of space-time directly. Like a computer code, manipulating, replacing and rewriting parts… Fufufu! Indeed, interesting! Even Father could hardly do this. Even with Sacred Gears, it is hardly doable. I wonder how she does it? A sacred gear I am unaware of? Or a power born with her? I want to find it out!'

Ever since Azazel managed to track her down, he was curious who, or what she was. Yet, even after a dozen days, coming here day after day, he was unable to find out.

In truth, only thanks to the unique radiation she left on the summoning site, inspecting the destroyed mountains, and checking the bank — where the human department of his organization kept most of their funds — he managed to track her down.

Spending a great amount of effort and calling a few 'favors' to do so. Seriously, without these small slips, he would have never found her.

"Do you want me to apologize, again?" he raised his brow inquired, watching the girl all along.

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