The Guildmaster appears and Inn

Eventually she took the trio into the room, her office, introducing herself as Sylvie, the Guild's head.

After looking over the document with Diablo's information, having to peer through the dried blood splashed on it, she set it on the desk in front of her. "I don't think there's anything we can do for you here."

Diablo raised an eyebrow at the comment.

"There's no doubt you're a high level. So high in fact that none of the quests we receive will be of any challenge."

"And…?" he returned.

She merely shrugged before adding, "Think about it, you're probably a higher Level than me. You really okay with me ordering you around?"

Diablo folded his arms in thought before answering. "As long as you give me the money at the end of the job, that doesn't matter. After all, what's the use of such power if you can't use it yourself?"

Sylvie blinked in thought a few times before laughing in amusement. "Well you're certainly an interesting one."

'It feels like she's making fun of me…'

"I'd suggest you stop by the central Guild HQ in Orario some time, but I'd be thrilled to have you here."

"I think it would be best for us to stay here a while."

"Fine by me," the Grasswalker remarked with acceptance. "I'll let you know if anything fitting your skills comes up."

Diablo nodded before he and the girls left the Guild building entirely.

"Now we should find an inn," Diablo noted as he looked to the two girls behind him. "Know of any good ones?"

Shera was the first to respond. "There's a cheap one Rem and I have been staying at."

Diablo frowned slightly incredulous at the answer. "… I see." 'Is cheap necessarily a good thing…? I guess it'll have to do until I can find dungeon.'

Shortly, Rem and Shera led him to the inn they had been staying at before heading to the Starfall Tower, Inn Relief.

Inside, at the front desk was another Pantherian, a girl with short brown hair tied in pigtails with amber eyes, a pair of cat ears and a feline tail poking out under her maid-like uniform, though unlike Rem's, they were a spotted, leopard-like pattern rather than matching her hair. With a cutesy pose of her hands, the girl greeted, "Welcome to the inn Relief! I'm its idol Mei-Nya!"

"I see," Diablo answered with a fully placid expression. Inside, however, 'Cute! I just wanna pet her!'

Shera, fidgeting somewhat nervously, explained, "… Um, I want to have the same room as him."

Mei smirked with intrigue. "Nya? A lover?"

Shera's face turned red as her ears drooped somewhat nervously. "I – It's just, I can't afford two rooms…"

Rem coldly interjected, "Don't be concerned with it. Diablo will be staying in my room."

Shera turned to her cat-eared companion, irritated. "What. No, he's staying in mine!"

Mei, keeping her pleasant smile, attempted to head off their argument. "Please, don't fight in the lobby, nya."

"I don't need him staying in a room with some fat elf like you!" Rem shot back.

"And I don't want you to run off with him while I'm asleep!" Shera retorted.

Diablo merely sighed as their argument continued.

Mei's smile started to wane with a twitch. "Um, mew are bothering the other customers…"

"And why would it be a problem if I did!? It's not like you're smart enough to do anything!"

"I may not be that smart, but at least I'm not as mean as you!"

Mei, with a smile that bordered on malicious, threatened, "If you don't stop, I'll throw you out, nya."

The two stopped fighting, though kept glaring at each other.

After the end of their argument, they made their way upstairs to where the patron rooms were.

"Now let's get set up in the rooms," Diablo urged as he rolled his shoulder.

Shera, disappointed, remarked, "But we could only afford this one."

Diablo froze where he stood. "… R – Right. Will that be a problem?"

"N – No," Shera answered, though somewhat uncomfortably as she threw glances at Rem.

"Then let's get some rest." Opening the door to the room, Diablo's trepidation skyrocketed.

The room itself was the definition of barebones. A window on the far side from the door with no curtains, a pitiable wardrobe on the left wall that was barely big enough to fit a person in, let alone a selection of clothing, a nightstand on the right wall that was little more than a table with a candle on it, and right next to it a bed that, to his best guess, was the equivalent to a queen-sized bed.

He could feel the sweat starting to pour down his back. 'Two girls in a bed this small… Okay, you can handle this, it wouldn't be the first time… But Cassandra and Akashi didn't look like… this… But as a demon lord… it should be fine…' Almost on reflex he looked towards Shera, who merely gave him an unassuming smile, causing him to shake his head violently. 'No, no! She's already been taken advantage of, I can't! Only villains do that!'

Rem huffed in displeasure. "I have to share a room with that idiot."

"Stop with the insults," Diablo rebuffed firmly.

Rem frowned slightly. "Huh? You have to be able to see how –"

"Quiet," he growled, causing Rem to lurch back in trepidation. "Good."

The three then began sorting out their things in the room when a knock at the door got everyone's attention.

Raising an eyebrow, he beckoned in the visitor, which turned out to actually be three people.

Two of them were men in black robes holding long wooden staffs, their faces hidden.

At the front of the trio, and the apparent leader, was a woman with long, wavy lavender hair and chestnut brown eyes wearing a form-fitting, elaborate, bright blue gown with a dark violet cloak over her shoulders, who also held a staff in her grip.

Shera looked up from what she was doing on the side of the bed, Rem looking to the woman with surprise. "Celestine?"

Diablo furrowed his brow curiously. 'Celestine? That name sounds familiar… Wait… Celestine Baudelaire. The leader of the Mage's Association and one of the most powerful wizards. What's someone like that doing here?'

Celestine bowed gracefully with a smile as she scanned around the room. "I'm glad to see you're back in one piece, Rem. Shera. And who is this?"

He answered her bluntly. "Diablo, Ms. Celestine Baudelaire."

"Diablo?" Celestine reiterated with curiosity.

Shera excitedly added, "He's a Demon King from another world I summoned!"

"We, stupid elf," Rem corrected firmly.

Sighing, Diablo interjected before another argument could start. "They're my idiot servants now because their own stupid actions."

"Oh?" Celestine returned, intrigued.