Self-Summon [Demon Summoning/Evolution litRPG] Chapter 38: [1.38] Pest Control (Part 1)

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[Bind resisted] [Obstinance increased] [Bind Resistance Lv.2] [Obstinance increased] “Ugh, just an Imp?! And… frits! It resisted the bind! Should I Banish?!” Gelic’s new Summoner quickly went from disappointed to panicked in the blink of an eye. She took a moment to regard him, a tall young man of decent stature, far better built than any of the other Summoners she’d met so far. “Don’t worry, my Bound is trained on them,” a woman in the room spoke up. “Feel free to negotiate.” She was about the same age, looking far more dignified and refined, especially with the way her hair was tied back, reminding Angelica of some of her prissier teachers at the religious boarding school her mother had her attend during the junior-high years. Also, her Bound? So… another Demon? This made the Imp glance around more frantically. What she initially mistook for a gargoylic bust was actually a Demon standing on a vacant pedestal. They sort of looked like a beefy crow. However, the wings were more bat-like, and wrapped around its body almost like an overcoat. As expected, its gaze was locked right onto her, not blinking for even a moment. If Gelic tried anything, she had no doubt it would pounce at her, or more likely flap at her. Of course, she scrutinized the avian first. [Demon | Alias: Xinder | Demon Rank: Hellion | Status: Bound] She had to guess that since it was a higher rank, Xinder could most likely dispatch her easily if the desire struck it. To get a better threat assessment, Gelic peered around the rest of the room to see if there were any other mighty beings she might want to avoid antagonizing. But her Scrying Eye picked up no other Demons. Besides the undoubtedly overpriced decor she’d come to expect in Summoner manors, all that was around were humans. There was her Summoner, Rastille, who was at Disciple rank. The woman who had vaguely threatened her was Vystal, also a Disciple. “Why don’t you just send it back and try again?” And then in the corner, barely watching the proceedings while lounging in the aptly named lounge chair was a third human, Sperado, who was an Apprentice, whom she thankfully didn’t get summoned by. Not just because of the higher rank, but because that man seemed like an utter pain in the butt to deal with, the kind of personality she wouldn’t want to obey. Actually, now that she got a better look at the trio, hadn’t she seen these scuffnockers somewhere before? Yes! The night of her trash fiasco, outside the convenience store while Angelica had been scarfing down life-saving food. This group had come running by, harping about something they couldn’t find, and the woman had mentioned a Bound then too. They must have been hunting for the Malignant she’d killed. That made so much sense now. Okay, they were less weirdos than her first impression assumed now that she had context. But, uhhh, still a strange bunch. Sperado excluded, the other two seemed far more competent and capable as Summoners than Lustre or Garvin had been. Well, perhaps not Rastille, since he had summoned her, a lowly Imp after all. Or maybe that had more to do with her prowess as a Demon, able to intercept a summons when she wasn’t exactly wanted. Speaking of, her master spoke up again. “No, I’d rather conserve my mana for the fighting ahead, assuming this thing is capable. Erm, not that it really looks like it. Can you fight, Demon? Declare yourself, Imp. What’s your name and capabilities?” “Okay, first of all, rude.” Maybe now that she’d gotten used to being summoned, and likely bolstered by the fact that she hadn’t been bound, she wasn’t feeling the fear nor desire to be so objectified and subservient. Nor was Angelica attempting to speak with an unrefined youthful intonation to make herself sound super innocent like she had with Lustre. Though her voice still came out a bit that way, along with its usual hoarseness. “I am not an it, I am a she. My name is Gelic.” “You… Demons have genders?” Rastille appeared genuinely astonished by the re