Chapter 2

After listening to the self-confident declaration of a soul whom I thought of being unable to speak, I just wanted to sleep for a while.

I suddenly realized that I wasn't conscious enough to understand what I had just heard. What did he just say? A devil could convert into three types of weapons? It was my dream for seven years repeatedly, not the reality.

I… I might be too tired out by long nighty vigils in the last mission.

In front of those two hopeful looks at me from Anne and the soul, I asked with obscuration:

“Pardon me?”

“I can transform into all the weapons you need.” The soul repeated slowly, “And now I wanna sign a contract with you.”

Oh, and I didn't misinterpret anything, right?

Maybe my look was full of distrust and then overflowed, the devil seemed to be dissatisfied. He emphasized coldly:

“I don't lie.” That meant you didn't know that the word “devil” was also used for mischief, dear.

“Okay… Let me reevaluate you, err, wait a minute.” I said, and then, I was between the devil and the deep blue sea.

Every devil raiser had one devil at least. And after signing a contract with the master, they could be able to transform from their initial form into weapons or something like that, which we used to exterminate the bad devils and lead the good ones to the next world. As usual, our devils just could transform into only one thing. Two, three, or four types of weapons were rare to the extent that I had just heard of one case: Mr. Director of the Realm Security Agency (RSA).

My partners in RSA gossiped that he had just three devils but two of them could transform into three types of weapons, and the other one, can even transform into four: whip, sword, spear, and gun.

I didn't know if that was true, but anyway, that was potential. He was our Director, right?

The number of weapons that a devil could convert depended on his or her demonic power, and even their lust in some cases. And I had never heard of any devils understanding his abilities thoroughly before signing because it looked like you could foresee how many eggs that a hen would lay the next day.

It was impossible! I spoke from my seven-year experience!

But what would happen if I told this soul something like “Oh, dude, stop telling jokes and reincarnate now”? He would curse me!

And what would go on if I signed a contract with him recklessly and he just could transform into another pair of gloves?

Haha, I would be mad, absolutely.

“Master, you should sign him.”

This situation may not be bad enough, so Anne clung to me again and then added an extremely big fuel can to the flame.

I turned to look at her beautiful face, and then, I was bewildered unconsciously.

“Why are you supporting him, Anne?” I whispered to her with the volume which was just enough for us, “Didn't you remember two years ago, when I asked you to sign a quite good devil?”

“Err…” She blinked for a while and then pouted, “Nope. What's the problem?”

“You refused him,” I answered softly.

Do you wonder the reason that I didn't sign any devils for seven years continuously? Anne was my problem! Due to my occupation, I had met innumerable devils, most of whom were so nice and strong, but this gorgeous girl prevented me from signing anyone. Then I still remembered a little boy that I met two years ago, he was so cute and…

“You told about that mischief boy in the Saigon river?” Anne remembered with the anger stroke immediately to interrupt my line of thought, “He was disobedient, master, I've said so many times. I have passed away for about half-century, are there any types of the devil that I haven't met?”

“No, he wasn't, you misunderstood him.

“Yes, he was, and he might betray you if you signed at that time.” Anne grabbed my face and then emphasized, “Therefore, we have to find someone innocent, and after seven years, I found this gentle devil.”

I couldn't bear her talking for a second and then I glanced at the devil who was still floating patiently, “Do you see any ‘gentle devil’ boasting that he can transform into all the weapons I need?”

“I…”

“YOU LIED TO ME, YOU BASTARD!”

A jarring voice interrupted our conversation suddenly and made us stop speaking for a while.

Where did that irritating voice come from?

I turned and saw a bewildered look on Anne's face, then I stared at the devil floating over there.

“What did you just say?” I asked and quietly decided that if I saw any doubtful expressions, I would strictly refuse him, no matter what Anne said.

But that devil was still calm and answered.

“It's not me. That voice comes from behind the school building.”

Oh, I forgot that the three of us were in the schoolyard. Since I broke in by climbing through the fence and I didn't have much time to search for the devil, Anne chose to use her forbidden magic, just to summon him from the school. She wasn't care less, because I knew that that day was Sunday and…

“Isn't it Sunday today?” I asked.

“Yeah.” The devil replied, “But this is a high school, you know, physical fighting among students is frequent.”

“You mean someone is fighting right now?” Anne asked, but I could see an exciting look on her face.

The devil nodded, and Anne continued to ask me.

“Master, may we go to watch the fight?”

I looked at the pale hand holding my hand and then sighed.

I admitted that I was really fond of watching the fighting among students when I was a boy, of course, that was a stupid habit, but that was usually unsuccessful also.

I signed a contract with Anne at that time, and thanks to her, I always ran out as fast as I could, whenever someone rushed into the class and screamed “fighting over there”. But it seemed to be cursed in some ways since I couldn't see anything except people hustling themselves into the crowd. My curiosity was smaller than the fear that I might be trampled to death, and no matter what Anne said, I gave up that habit and didn't take her to any violent place, but…

Why was she still excited up to now?

Wasn't my life frightening enough?

I worked with uncountable scary and dangerous creatures, but she never looked at me like that!

“Anne…”

I was intending to advise my devil that fighting was not interesting, but when I just said one word, another annoying voice interrupted me again with some beating sounds.

“PHAM PHUONG CHI, YOU BITCH!” Oh, then we knew the victim's full name.

“Master, does that name sound familiar to us?” Anne asked me suddenly.

“Really?” I rubbed my chin and then nodded, “It seems to be familiar, I think I have heard this name somewhere…”

The devil calmly asked, “A devil raiser and an ordinary person? Are you sure?”

One thought crossed my mind, and then, I ran like a devil toward the school building.

“Master?”

“The girl in the Predestined Map! I remembered! My fiancée! This is my fiancée's full name!”