QT: The Secondary Character Counterattacks (Obey Me! characters x Reader)

Arc 3. The Cursed Witch Conquers the Wild Prince (Diavolo x Reader) Chapter 4

"Idiot, that's plenty of information."

If the system could make a face, it imagined its expression would be very silly right now.

"Think back to when the angel brothers arrived. You reported them as 'entering the atmosphere,' so the fact that you can't determine our coordinates obviously means we're either in the angelic realm, the demon realm, or the vestibule to each realm. My bets on the demon realm considering the ultra-goth style." You cupped your chin. "Of course, I'm making this assumption based on what is considered traditionally demonic in my world... whoever wrote this story could have had a different idea." You then shrugged. "Meh. Whatever. Either way, I'll conquer this route."

The system felt its eyes water with admiration. It heard stories about hosts who broke down at the slightest inconvenience. It was lucky to have bonded with such a capable host!

You folded your arms beneath your head and lied back down on the floor. "This kind of bed isn't too bad."

[... Host, shouldn't you be planning a way out?]

"We can't do that. What if we accidentally tripped some booby trap and got my head cut off by a flying, flaming razor? I'm staying here."

No, no, no, no, no! This was too carefree, wasn't it? The system thought.

"I can tell you're already panicking. I did just say to follow my lead, didn't I?" You yawned and shook your hips. "Cool your tapioca pearls, bird-brain. Whoever left me here will come back."

[Is that so?]

"I mean come on, even if they are high-specs men, even a monster wouldn't ignore a beauty like me."

The system said nothing more. As its Host started humming a random song, Uwak decided to listen to a calming piece as well.

The system played Bring Me to Life and meditated.

You played with your hair, thinking of your plan B. You thought about it for a while. Or maybe a long time. You weren't sure, really.

Time stood still in this "dark room" as you chose to call it. Speaking of time—

"We have fourteen months left, right?"

[Approximately, yes.]

"Hm..."

[Is something the matter?]

"I was just thinking, whoever wrote this story didn't seem to think much about the plot."

[Eh?]

"Nothing."

You didn't know how long it took, but eventually, the system alarmed you with a report of "two unknown species simultaneously appearing."

Finally.

With a roll of your eyes, you rose to your feet.

"Who are you?" Despite your attempts to shout, your voice squeaked and your knees buckled. You squeezed your eyes for a few tears, but you were careful not to let a single one fall. The restrained crying and thinly veiled nervousness were reasonable reactions for a sheltered young maiden faced with two towering goat-men with gigantic spears. You thought about screaming too, but then decided that was a touch too much.

You observed the goat-freaks.

The two beasts wore armor. But curiously, they didn't wear leather as one would expect from a story set in the Cradle of Civilization. They wore shiny, plate armour, the type of armour that wouldn't rise into use until much, much later—like 4700 years later.*