The Devil Is a Part-Timer!, Vol. 2 Read Online Free PDF Page A

done.”
    He was not quite demonstrating enormous regret for his actions.
    The man’s name was Hanzou Urushihara. His true identity was Lucifer, one of the four Great Demon Generals and the assassin who was sent to Ente Isla two months ago to rub out Maou and the Hero.
    Robbed of his magic force after a violent confrontation, Lucifer had once again returned to Maou’s camp—now as Urushihara, a nondescript, listless, sullen Japanese youth.
    Olba was detained by the police at the end of the previous battle. He was arrested for violating Japan’s weapons laws, thanks to the pistol he was packing beneath his robes, but it likely wouldn’t be too long before they realized he was the man behind the string of burglaries that gripped the city in fear a few months back.
    Exhausted by the fight and fully aware that the Hero was alive and well in Japan, Olba wasn’t likely to try anything else for a while, but there was every chance he would name Lucifer as his accomplice.
    In terms of external appearance, the difference between “Lucifer” and “Hanzou Urushihara” wasn’t much. Far less than that between the rest of the group’s human and demon forms. Until Olba met his fate, whatever it was, Urushihara essentially couldn’t take the risk of going outside.
    But he had a key asset to his name, one that made his new indoor-oriented lifestyle possible. Two months ago, he went to an Internet café and hacked into the Hero’s workplace network. Witnessing this great potential, Maou purchased a notebook PC and Internet connection for Urushihara, hoping he would provide support for them from within Devil’s Castle.
    The Devil King had ordered him to use his computer skills togather information about any world culture that may have dabbled in magic powers, in hopes he would uncover a way to refill their demonic energy here on Earth. Yet, his work ethic was proving to be a problem.
    “So, did you find anything useful today?”
    Maou broke into Urushihara and Ashiya’s tête-à-tête, a concerned look on his face.
    “I’m not gonna hit pay dirt that easily. You
know
that.”
    Returning to his computer desk with the pork bowl in hand, Urushihara dug into his dinner, not giving Maou a second (or even first) glance. Even Maou was growing annoyed by the act.
    “That’s all you’ve said to me for the past two months, man!”
    The remonstration fell on deaf ears.
    “Well, what do you want from me? I’m not gonna go on some webpage and find the secrets to all the magic in this world, just like that.”
    Back before the Devil’s Castle joined the infobahn, Ashiya was obliged to do all the legwork himself in his quest to recover his master’s magic force. He went through an endless cycle of research, poring through promising-sounding books in libraries, going from museum to museum to evaluate any special showings, hitting the books again, discovering another museum. To Maou, having Internet access at home meant the search would surely be on easy street from now on.
    “I mean, look, Maou…”
    Urushihara was just as openly hostile to Maou back during the Lucifer era, but even then he used the proper Demonic Highness terminology. Now, in human form, his mentality had shifted to the point where it was just “Maou” by itself. This led to at least one pitched argument with Ashiya per week.
    “Do you think that computer and the Net are, like, some kind of magical potion that’ll solve all your problems?”
    “Nggh.”
    Maou groaned in frustration. He
did
think that. Correctly gauging this response, Urushihara exhaled a very deliberate sigh, mouth full of freshly microwaved pork bits.
    “Heh. Well, look, dude, the Net isn’t a miracle machine, okay? Also, maybe you didn’t notice, but the government’s starting to give out jail time these days if you start screwing around online too much. You want the cops putting their eyes on us any more than they probably are now?”
    Maou could no longer resist taking the bait.
    “And