The Demon Lord Is An Angel-Chapter 508: Interview On Arrival

Owyn shielded his eyes from the bright light that shone down on the platform he stood upon. He’d been given an impromptu magical cleaning and ordered to change into the more formal, but still plain, grey suit he now wore, and had been given a pair of boots that resized themselves to fit him the moment he slipped his feet inside. The suit had done the same, which spoke to just how much magic the inhabitants of the city could throw around if they were giving a nobody like him magical clothing.

The light had the effect of turning the figures that surrounded him into blurry shadows, except for the pair of guards that stood behind him with impassive looks on their faces. Only one of the figures struck Owyn as being potentially a giant, until the shadows shifted enough to reveal horns atop the demon’s head.

Shit, what have I gotten myself into? He wondered for the millionth time.

A shadow spoke from the middle.

"Outsider, you have come to find yourself in the lands of the city of Norneau. Cooperate with this interview, and we can begin the process of integrating you into our city and culture. Please understand that we wish no violence to occur, but are ready to defend ourselves if you represent a threat. Do you understand?" The woman’s voice held so much authority that Owyn found himself nodding as soon as it was clear they expected an answer.

Something about the pressure in the room told him that everyone here was at least as powerful as the angel who’d captured him, and he saw a shadow that could have been her off to his right.

"Please state your name so we can hear," the woman’s voice asked next. The way she spoke Common sounded just a shade off from how he knew it. Older, he realized, just like everyone else he’d encountered had spoken it, even the pretentious gang leader.

"My name is Owyn," he said.

"Just Owyn?"

"Owyn of the Titan Hunters Clan." He had yet to earn a moniker... but given what he’d been through, he was sure Aban would have wound up naming him "Titan’s Lunch" or something demeaning...

"And the Titan Hunters are...?" a flat-toned voice asked.

"We’re giants who hunt titans," Owyn replied, "Best hunters on the continent."

That drew a small murmur. "Which continent?" Flat-voice continued.

"Areth."

Owyn thought he heard someone say "So that hasn’t changed," before the woman from before interrupted. "Owyn, please tell us what year it is where you are from."

What year? Owyn tried to search his mind for an answer. Tracking time wasn’t a big deal amongst his clan, since they were nomadic, except for identifying the seasons. But he knew vaguely that the Imperials kept a calendar. He tried to recall the last date he’d ever heard, and remembered that Aban liked to keep track of that sort of thing. "I’m not sure," he answered, "I think it’s, uh, over two thousand on the Imperial Calendar..."

The murmurs grew louder now, along with incredulous noises that suggested surprise and, for some reason, distress amongst those who he was speaking to.

"Quiet down, quiet down!" the woman in charge ordered, and the noises rapidly fell to a simmer. "We knew this was a possibility, and it changes nothing about our present circumstances."

Present circumstances? What the fuck was going on?

"If I may ask a question," Owyn threw his voice in the pause that followed, "where am I?"

A new voice spoke, one that had a nasal, skittery quality to its rapid staccato, "Outside, did you see a big structure? Dome-like and impossible to see through?"

"I did," Owyn said.

"You’re in that," the voice said. "Mind describing what it felt like passing through?"

"I, uh, think I came in with a titan..."

"What’s a titan?" the voice asked, their, her?, excitement clearly growing.

"A kaiju," a calm, slightly withdrawn male voice answered, before asking, "Owyn... how old are you?"

"Sixteen springs," Owyn answered, "I should be seventeen in summer."

After that, the questioners showed more discipline as they asked him question after question for hours. He told them everything he knew about the world, but they seemed more interested in knowledge about the Demon Lord’s empire, the demonic continent of Thera, and the southern colonies that Owyn knew best, since those were where people came to buy Titan materials.

Several times, he caught himself thinking that these were questions best meant for Aban, but he did his best to cooperate.

After a long session, he was taken to a side room to relieve himself before being given a meal comprised of long strands of noodles in red sauce with ground meat set aside for some reason. There were also stewed vegetables, mostly of the green variety, and when he ate them, he felt a strange surge of his internal mana.

These are the best vegetables I’ve ever had, he thought as he found himself finishing the entire bowl.

As soon as he finished, a guard entered the room and took his tray, the woman asking him, "Do you require more?"

"Uh... as long as it’s free," Owyn tried.

"It is," she answered.

"Oh good... uh... four more of those?" He didn’t want to risk ordering something new and winding up with something terrible, but then again he didn’t know when the last time he ate was... "Actually, just bring me whatever... and one more of those," he said.

The guard let out a single chuckle and left, the other guard locking the door as soon as she was out, leaving Owyn with his thoughts.

They want to integrate me into the city... Does that mean I can’t leave? Whatever he’d expected to be inside the barrier, he didn’t expect a city so huge it was likely more populated than all the colonies combined. A city so rife with magic, some common street kid was able to resist Owyn at his, well, not his strongest, but still pretty strong... 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

He still felt a bit sore about that. Before he chewed through the most delicious food of his life, he wondered if there were ways he could improve his internal magic to overcome such a shield.

He was just about to try dessert when the door to his room opened and he was called for. Shoving the entire yellow-green wedge into his mouth, he felt tears come to his eyes from how sweet and sour it was as he chewed and walked.