Allen’s Office on Earth

Allen lets out a sigh as he looks at the livestream screen floating in front of him, where he finds Scarlet just floating in a bubble of Red Plague high above the arena. And when any of the competitors try to break past the bubble, they end up failing miserably, their attacks being devoured near instantly the moment they enter the bubble of Red Plague. Then any of the Red Plague that their attacks managed to erase is replaced without pause.

Why must she do the most ridiculous thing she can think of whenever she’s given the chance…

He shakes his head at the thought, deciding that she can do whatever she wants since he’s not the one cleaning up the messes afterwards anymore. And he’s pretty sure no one is able to kill her now anyways.

She’s become stronger than her own birth parents after all.

The only one Allen can see defeating her is the Demon King. And Allen really can’t see that doting grandfather ever raising a finger to his granddaughter.

Although… every time Allen sees said doting grandfather, her feels a chill down his spine. He’s still not sure why though. The man never so much as looks at him, and Allen’s sure he’s not afraid of him.

Odd…

Allen lets out another sigh, only to glance at the entrance to his office when the changeling servant working for the Silver Association walks in carrying some more documents for him to look over. And the changeling is still in its demon appearance, not having taken on any new forms since Scarlet brought the changeling and dropped it off at Allen’s office, only to most likely forget it ever existed.

Certainly something she’d do.

After dropping the papers off at Allen’s desk, the changeling bows once and leaves the room to go do other chores around the base.

It initially took the Association members some getting used to, but they all eventually grew used to the changeling. Although Allen is pretty sure Scarlet still doesn’t even remember its existence, much less know that it’s working at their base.

She doesn’t exactly visit often after all. And when he does see her, it’s mostly when he visits her, or when she goes to their house. Not the Association base.

He’s not really upset about this though. He knows she’s an adult and very busy, and she’s not the only one. Allen’s just as busy after all.Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.

Although he does wish that she would remember some of the things she dumps on him from time to time.

With that thought, he glances down at the sphynx lying around in the corner of his room. A demon his adopted daughter had turned into a pet and given to Allen to take care of.

Come to think of it, she has a house of her own now, so can’t she take care of little Rue?

Allen considers that thought for a few seconds before deciding to go ask Aria at some point what she thinks. Since Aria lives with Scarlet, if Aria wants to look after the level one thousand demon cat then he’ll ask Scarlet to take it.

He nods his head at that thought, making the sphynx glance at him and tilt its head.

The cat demon still hasn’t shown any real intelligence beyond just a simple cat despite being on the edge of Class IV to Class V, which Allen finds ridiculous.

Just the fact that a little pet cat is strong enough to kill him makes Allen feel rather uncomfortable.

At least for the changeling, Allen is stronger than the thing by a large margin.

Allen glances back at the livestream again when he sees one of the humans competing in the competition suddenly flying up to the orb of blood. But everyone else at this point is already ignoring Scarlet, acting as if what she’s doing is just perfectly normal now. Which seems to be making the Fae King sulk.

This one human though – a man who Allen actually recognizes as a Rogue, not a Guardian – tries to force his way through the Red Plague orb. And Allen can quickly tell that this man doesn’t intend to stop with just hurting Scarlet.

The look in his eyes is the look of someone trying to kill.

Allen tilts his head slightly before shrugging, deciding that it doesn’t really matter.

From what he remembers, this Rogue is a level 1712 Rogue, and is the highest level Rogue on Earth.

He’s probably unhappy about the war ending. And he wouldn’t be the only one, considering what I’ve heard about the Rogues since the end of the war.

But unlike this one, the others don’t have any chance at even getting close to Scarlet. Meanwhile if they don’t try attacking her during this tournament, the Rogue likely knows he’ll never be able to do anything.

And yet…

Allen can’t help but feel awkward just watching the guy attempting to force his way through the orb of Red Plague. And then that awkwardness turns a little serious when the Rogue finally goes all in and actually makes it about half of the way through the Red Plague.

Only for him to run out of mana and end up swallowed entirely by the Red Plague that instantly causes glowing red cracks to cover his body before everything shatters, leaving him to turn into nothing but red ash. Then even that red ash is absorbed into the Red Plague surrounding Scarlet as the orb of Red Plague returns to its previous calm.

As if nothing had happened.

Silence fills the stadium for a few seconds before King Oberon declares, “Well, now we only have forty competitors.”

Allen raises a brow.

I understand that the Rogue’s contracted partner wasn’t hurt through that, but really? That’s all he had to say?

The Fae King just moves onto commentating on the other competitors.

It really is all he has to say. Wow.

Allen continues watching for a few more seconds before shrugging himself and reaching for the paperwork that the changeling had brought in while muttering, “Good riddance, I guess.”

He was a Rogue after all.