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Edgar shifted his gaze away from the two sisters, Shiho and Akemi Miyano.
Then, he opened his status panel.
[Edgar Lucifugus]
[Race: Progenitor Demon]
[Level: V51]
[Authority: Progenitor Demon Transformation]
[Familials: Grayfia, Shiho Miyano, Akemi Miyano]
[Skills: Demon Contract, Demon Summoning, Infinite Magic, Heart of Magic, Magic Gunslinger, Demon's Gun]
There weren't many changes, except for one new familiar—Akemi Miyano.
And two new skills: Magic Gunner and Demon Gun.
As for Magic Gunner...
Buzz!
A flash of light glinted in Edgar's hand as a pitch-black handgun materialized out of thin air.
Immediately, gun knowledge flowed into his mind.
"Pretty convenient,"Edgar nodded, satisfied. He then inspected the Demon Gun in his hand.
With a thought, its shape began to shift—transforming into a rugged-looking revolver.
"So that's how it works... you can change its form."
Edgar rubbed his chin, lost in thought.
[Infinite Mana]
[Magic Heart]
[Demon Gun]
Putting those three skills together... that's seriously overpowered.
Imagine a demon with unlimited ammo—downright terrifying.
"But my level didn't go up," he muttered.
Edgar could feel he had gotten stronger, no doubt about that.
But clearly—
For someone already at Demon Lord level, adding a lower-rank demon to his familiars didn't boost his power much.
So after that big leap forward, making progress now was gonna be tough.
Shaking his head, Edgar turned his gaze toward Akemi, who was practicing magic—and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Hey, sis... wardrobe malfunction incoming."
Noticing where Edgar was looking, Shiho realized her sister's inner shirt had slipped a little due to her focus on training. She gave her a quick heads-up.
"Ah!"
Akemi froze.
She'd totally forgotten about that.
Flustered, she hurriedly grabbed her outer shirt and started fumbling to put it back on.
Shiho shot Edgar a glare, then sighed.
At this rate… it really is gonna end with the sisters sharing a bed, huh?
Once Akemi had her clothes properly sorted, Edgar gave a small, regretful sigh. Then he asked,"By the way, do you know where the Black Organization's HQ is?"
"You're going after them, Master?"
Akemi's eyes lit up.
She had nothing but hatred for the Black Organization.
If revenge was on the table, even magic didn't matter anymore.
"Yeah. I'm sick of them."
Edgar nodded. "Plus, might as well rob the rich while we're at it."
Sure, he had Shiho, his little rich girl, backing him financially—but he couldn't live off her forever.
Wait... demons can be broke?
Akemi's brain kinda short-circuited at that.
"So," Edgar asked again, "do you know or not?"
"Nope."
Edgar: "..."
Then what the hell were you getting all excited for?
Akemi shook her head. "But Vermouth definitely knows."
"She's still in this country. I can try to lure her out."
"That works."
Edgar's eyes gleamed.
He wondered—did Vermouth qualify to become a familiar too?
Meanwhile—
Shiho, who was writing down some magic notes for Akemi, paused when she noticed the change in Edgar's expression.
She sighed softly, then continued writing.
Though now, she was pressing so hard with the pen that the desk creaked.
At the same time—
Akemi pulled out her phone and began typing a message.
Akemi Miyano: I want to meet with you. Is it convenient?Vermouth: You're a low-tier member. You don't have clearance to meet me.Akemi: It's about Shiho.Vermouth: Come to this address...
After getting the response, Akemi exhaled in relief and said,"Master, Vermouth agreed to meet."
"But it's in another city. We probably won't make it in time."
"Don't compare demons to ordinary people."
Edgar chuckled and began channeling magic.
With a flash from the magic circle—
The three of them vanished from the villa.
Night fell like a blanket of water.
The full moon hung high in the sky.
At the edge of the dock, Shiho stood with a complicated expression on her face.
Just a few days ago—
She never imagined she'd willingly approach that witch.
Instinctively, she turned to look at Edgar beside her.
All of this… was because of that man.
Slowly, her gaze softened.
Yeah…
As long as he's with me, I'll never have to be afraid again.
At the same time—
A woman appeared in front of Akemi.
Blonde, tall, and curvy, wearing a black leather jacket—an elegant yet sharp-looking woman.
She had an intimidating presence, and behind her stood a few black-clad men like bodyguards.
"Vermouth," Akemi said with a faint smile. "You needed bodyguards just to meet a low-tier member like me?"
"No choice. A little caution never hurts," Vermouth shrugged. Her tone was calm. "Let's skip the small talk. That person is very interested in your sister's situation."
"Wants to know if she's dead or alive."
"Shiho's definitely not dead."
Akemi said plainly. "But that's not why I came here today."
"I'm here to destroy the Organization."
"???"
Vermouth stared at her, stunned.
She wasn't drunk… right?
Why was she talking nonsense?
Was this woman tired of living?
Clack, clack, clack—
Just then, crisp footsteps echoed from the shadows.
Vermouth instinctively turned to look.
A man and a woman slowly stepped out of the darkness.
"Master, are we sure this is the real Vermouth?"
"Yeah. She's not in disguise—looks like our worries were unnecessary."
Edgar nodded.
He hadn't shown up right away just in case Vermouth tried to send a decoy or didn't appear at all.
He didn't want to scare her off before confirming.
"..."
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