CHAPTER 360: RESTRICTIONS (2/2)

‘What the heck! Where’s my Shadow Guardian?!’

I flailed about wildly in a bid to chase away those pesky Nightmare Steeds. At the same time, I continued peppering Ferti’nier with questions.

Faced with a barrage of questions, Ferti’nier merely sneered. “It’s not like your sister ever said that all skills are usable. The Devil King Idol has some restrictions as well.

‘Restrictions?’

“Even though a pilot casts his skills through the Devil King Idol, there are still restrictions. There are special inherited skills privy only to the race of that Devil King Idol. Only by becoming a Devil King with his own kingdom will the god of Devils bestow this inheritance onto him. This inheritance is then passed on to the Devil King’s successors. Unfortunately for you, little brother, you aren’t the true successor of a Devil King, neither does this Devil King Idol belong to you.”

‘So what you’re saying is that I can’t activate any skills?’

“Well, not to that extent.” She knew I wasn’t in the best of moods right now so she didn’t beat around the bush either. “Actually, barring the special skills passed down from a Devil King, a Devil King Idol also comes with a set of basic skills you can employ. If you use them well, they might even serve you better than those special skills. It’s just that you will be lacking in variety during battle.”

‘Then hurry up and tell me about those skills already! Is it so fun to watch me get beat up?’

“”Yes, actually. It is rather fun to watch our little brother get beat up.” Having said that, she made sure to tack on this before I lost my temper, “Your sister’s old Devil King Idol was bestowed on her by the god of Lust Demons, the revered Asmodeus. So with regards to this Fallen Angel idol…”

‘So you don’t know as well then?’

“Ohohoh~~~will you look at time. Your sister just remembered that she still has to shower. Good luck, little brother, your sister is rooting for you!”

‘Hey! You’re trying to run away, aren’t you?! You’re definitely trying to run away!’

“Not at all, your sister is just trying to take a bath. But since little brother over here is in such a pitiful state, how about a little hint?”

“Even though our idols are different, and the resulting basic skills would be different as well, but all idols share the same activation method -instincts.”

Having left behind those words, she ran away…

‘Darn you, you don’t even have a body, why do you need to take a bath!? In the first place, us high level Devils all have a self-cleaning system… but don’t think for a second that I don’t want to take a bath either. There’s just no water at all!’

‘Anyway, back to the question at hand. Skills, skills, exactly how am I going to activate these skills of mine… and what the heck did she mean by instincts?’

I gave those three Nightmare Steeds another unhappy swat, but they refused to leave me alone, like flies drawn to candy. Every so often, they would charge in and give my golem a hefty kick before flying off. Even though they still weren’t able to damage my golem, it was still frustrating; I really wanted to end this annoying charade right now.

Unfortunately for me, this feeling of frustration ended up interfering with my golem. Not only did the Nightmare Steeds not suffer as a result of my anger, I ended up getting hit even more.

‘Can’t you three morons see that your attacks aren’t doing anything?! How many kicks has it been already?! If you can’t damage me, how about you three just scram!’

If curses ever had any effect, Shade and his companions would have most likely died a thousand times over already. Too bad for me, the situation never improved, and the beating merely got more frequent…

Even so, there was really nothing I could do, and that vexed me. I had no means of hitting them… unless I had some kind of long ranged ability.

Speaking of which, wasn’t there a certain game back on Earth where a certain humanoid robot attacked by firing out feather-like projectiles from its wings…