Capítulo 2: Chapter : 2 Male friend?
Sho now Darian paced in panic, grappling with the implausibility of his new body. "There's no way that person on the call was a real god," he muttered in disbelief.
"And I'm in the DxD world, the same anime, I watched few years ago, where boobs reign supreme. But if I recall, Sirzechs was a male. How did he turn into a female, and now I'm supposedly his husband? Did that god give me a transgender wife?" Darian continued, still pacing with a mix of confusion and disbelief.
Perplexed, he found himself near the bed, contemplating his next move. Suddenly, his eyes fell on the phone. "Wait, it's my iPhone!" He immediately checked the call log and found the mysterious number still there. Determined, he called, putting it on speaker.
"The Number can't be connected due to not having the appropriate Heavenly Network packages. Your first-time free calling has already been used. Please recharge with an appropriate plan. For checking the plans, press 1. Press 2 for opting loan call," the automated voice explained.
Confused, Darian pressed 1. "We checked. You are new to Heavenly Network. You can opt for a minimum recharge of 200 moon coins," the cryptic reply came.
"Moon coins? What's that? Isn't there an option for dollars?" Darian muttered, perplexed. The voice clarified, "200 moon coins will be equivalent to 100 million dollars in the so-called mortal world."
Darian's eyes widened in shock. "100 million dollars? If I had that much money, I could've bought a yacht filled with women!" he exclaimed.
Desperate, he pressed 2 for the loan option. The voice warned, "Opting for a loan will cost you your life if you don't pay us the money."
"I don't care. Just give me at least one call," Darian replied without hesitation.
"Please wait for 1 hour. We will process some details," the cryptic voice said.
"1 hour?" Darian questioned.
"We are kind of busy. Please wait patiently," the reply came, leaving him in suspense.
Leaving the phone on the bed, Darian approached the mirror, observing a pallid complexion devoid of vitality. Stripping away his clothes, his physique seemed ordinary, lacking the robustness of muscle, and his blue eyes resembled an endless ocean. His hair, a blend of black and dark blue, cascaded down to his shoulders, accompanied by a modest beard.
"I should shave this first, I guess," Darian contemplated, running his fingers over the pointed beard strands. Searching for the washroom, he located it just to the left, where the mirror concluded. Inside, he meticulously groomed himself, shaving every necessary area.
Emerging from the washroom, he headed towards the wardrobe, greeted by a jumble of clothes as if worn and discarded. Among them, he found a pair of T-shirt and pants, donning them before picking up his phone. Moving towards the room's main door, he opened it slightly, revealing a luxurious corridor adorned with golden engravings, paintings, and vases of flowers.
"It's nighttime," Darian noted, observing the darkness beyond the corridor windows. Stepping outside, he glanced left and right, opting for the left side and embarking on a journey through the opulent surroundings.
"Man, this castle is really big," Darian mused, navigating through numerous rooms, halls, and corridors. As he traversed, he overheard distant conversations and decided to follow the sound. Suddenly, his progress came to a halt.
"What are you doing?" Darian questioned, seized by two man who bore the semblance of a servant.
"We should be asking you who you are. How dare you roam inside the Gremory castle wearing such shabby clothes," one of the men retorted.
"Clothes? Dammit, this is the only attire that looked halfway decent in the wardrobe," Darian mused, frustration evident, when another interruption unfolded.
"What is going on here?" A commanding voice echoed, drawing the attention of everyone present. Turning, they beheld an elderly figure dressed in a meticulously tailored butler uniform, exuding an air of authority.
"Sir Winston," the servant urgently reported, " This unknown man roaming here; he must be a thief."
The elderly Winston scrutinized Darian from head to toe, his gaze unwavering. "Leave him immediately," commanded Winston, and the servant promptly obeyed.
"Master Darian, I humbly apologize for the servant's misbehavior. They are new here and didn't recognize you. I apologize on their behalf," Winston gracefully said, bowing.
"Do you idiots need some proper instruction for just apologizing?" Winston's tone turned stern as he addressed the servants.
"We apologize for our misbehavior; we are ready to accept any punishment," the two servants bowed in unison.
"It's fine; just leave," Darian said in monotone, dismissing them.
As the butler and servants vanished, Darian continued ahead, seemingly unaffected by the situation.
While walking together, Winston couldn't help but comment, "Are both really idiots?"
"Sir Winston, how can we recognize someone whom no one has seen for years? Plus, we are new here," the servant replied.
"Do not repeat the same mistake again and remember he is the husband of Lady Sirzechs," Winston said, parting ways with them.
"I still can't believe that stick man is Lady Sirzechs' husband, she is really unlucky" one servant whispered.
"Don't talk like that; didn't you hear what Sir Winston said?" the other cautioned.
"One day, a storm will sweep him away with the wind and throw him in the garbage," the outspoken servant continued, but the other quickly covered his mouth and ushered him away.
Meanwhile Darian wandered like a lost soul, the air thick with an eerie quiet. "Some sound came here but nobody here," he mused, suddenly hearing laughter. Peeking through a transparent window adorned with flower designs, he spotted people having dinner.
Surveying the scene, he identified a lady with shorter, flaxen hair and violet eyes as Venelana Gremory. His gaze shifted to a crimson-haired man with a matching beard, Zeoticus Gremory, and then to a man with green hair. "Who is that? I don't remember properly," Darian pondered as he overheard, "Ajuka, you're really funny."
"So, he is Ajuka," his gaze finally settled on a lady with crimson hair. Darian's eyes locked onto her, and it felt as if time itself had halted. All around him blurred, leaving only the vision of a breathtaking lady. In that moment, with just a glance, he deduced she possessed a captivating blend of fierceness and softness.
"Don't tell me she is Sirzechs Lucifer. I don't care anymore; even if she's a man hidden in a lady's body, I declare she is my wife," Darian muttered.
Watching the Gremory family share cheerful laughter, he observed Ajuka briefly placing his hand above Sirzechs, a gesture quickly withdrawn. Darian's mind raced, realizing their close friendship contradicted the unexpected twist of Ajuka being a male friend.
"Wait a second, Sirzechs and Ajuka were practically best friends. But the situation here is wrong; he's a male friend," Darian muttered in disbelief. "No, this can't be. I know what these so-called male friends are. Don't tell me I'm going to get cucked soon," he hypothesized, processing the scene with growing discomfort.
Inside, Ajuka teased, "It's been years, isn't it? I think Sirzechs should have a child by now. If she were my wife, we could have at least two children." Sirzechs, sipping water, retorted with a soft voice, "Ajuka, stop joking," prompting laughter from everyone.
Darian, having overheard, crawled with disgust. "I knew this bastard just wants my new wife. Look at that bastard; he's undressing my wife in his eyes," he said through gritted teeth.
Darian seethed with fury, a stream of curses directed at Ajuka escaping under his breath.
Suddenly his gaze landed on a lady with silver hair, elegantly clad in a maid outfit – Grayfia.
"Thank God, at least she is a woman," Darian mused, his frustration tempered by a moment of relief. He joined his hands, silently expressing gratitude for this small reprieve amidst the tumult of emotions.
To be continued...
Don't get confused why he didn't got a headache after calling out to god, i will tell later in the story.
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