People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

"Did it trigger stress?"

He tossed his phone aside, unleashed his magic, and instantly appeared in front of Patty, pulling Alessa, who was on the verge of exploding, into his arms.

"Relax, Alessa."

Suren gently placed his hand on her back, soothing the restless dark forces. His voice was steady, "No one will send you away. She just wants to take you out to play. If you don't want to go, you don't have to. No one here can force you."

This time, no one will abandon you.

With this promise, the surrounding lights stopped flickering, and the dark force that was about to drag the firm into the underworld slowly subsided.

Aresa clung tightly to Suren's coat, buried her head in his shoulder, and her body was still trembling slightly.

But those eyes remained warily fixed on Patty.

"call--"

After confirming that everything was alright, Suren breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at the relatively calm Patty, and said with a hint of apology in her voice:

"I'm sorry, Patty. You know, her background is rather unique, and what she just experienced might have brought back some unpleasant memories."

"I……"

Patty opened her mouth; she had just heard Suren tell her about Aresa's background, so she could understand the other's fear.

She looked at Alessa, whose face was cold and even somewhat gloomy, and nervously clutched the hem of her skirt, her voice softening, "I just thought the scenery over there was beautiful, and I wanted to take her there to clear her head..."

"I'm sorry, Alessa."

Suren looked at Patty across from her, who looked like a child who had done something wrong, and laughed, "Patty, don't make that face, it's not like you."

"This child is very sensitive to emotions. She can sense your kindness, but her past experiences make it take her some time to adapt to this feeling of being cared for."

As she spoke, Suren winked at Patty and teased, "But it seems you'll have to go on this spring break trip by yourself."

"I……"

Seeing that Alessa was alright, and noticing Suren's teasing expression, Patty quickly composed herself and resumed her haughty demeanor. "Go by yourself then! That was my original plan!"

However, she still felt a little guilty and continued:

"I see there's nothing in the fridge. Since none of you are going, I'll buy you some daily necessities tomorrow. You can't expect Alessa to eat pizza with you every day."

"Aren't you going to class tomorrow?" Suren asked.

"Aren't classes meant to be skipped?"

"..."

……

The next day, the sun shone brightly.

"Uncle Maurice, what brings you here? Do you know where Dante went?"

"Are you here to see Suren?"

Suren woke up groggily from the sofa and vaguely heard Patty talking to someone.

He was covered with a fluffy, light yellow blanket that gave off a faint fragrance.

Unfortunately, the office looked big, but it only had three rooms. Two of them were prepared by Dante for his two confidantes, and the remaining one naturally belonged to Patty.

As for Suren?

As the only worker and mascot in the firm, he usually stays on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor.

The security of the night office rested entirely on his shoulders.

As for the imperial position within the family, there's no need to elaborate.

"Sure, wake up! Uncle Morrison is here!"

He tried to roll over and continue pretending to be dead, but the next second Patty pinched his nose.

"Ahem... Uncle Morrison, it's been a long time."

Suren could only helplessly slap Patty's hand away, sit up, and yawn.

Morrison was sitting on the sofa opposite, holding a top hat, with a look of schadenfreude on his face.

He was one of Dante's most trusted human companions and a top-notch intelligence broker in the industry.

Besides delivering information and tasks to Dante, he also acts as Dante's driver and handyman, and occasionally even serves as a nanny.

He is the only amazing person who can clean up the mess left by Dante and even make money from it.

"Good morning? It's almost noon. The young people's schedule is truly enviable."

Morrison looked at Suren and Patty with a smile.

He had basically watched these two children grow up. When Dante was busy with other commitments and couldn't take care of them, he had to take care of their daily lives. He never expected that they would grow up so fast.

He seemed to have thought of something amusing, suppressing a laugh: "But I'm not here to chat with you today."

"I mainly wanted to discuss with you the firm's debt issues."

"Stop! Stop!"

Suren raised her hand to stop him from saying anything more. "Uncle Morrison, if you owe money, talk to Dante. What does it have to do with me? I'm just an employee."

"Oh? Didn't Dante tell you?"

Morrison feigned surprise, "Before he left, he had already transferred most of the firm's debts to your name."

"In exchange, he said I could use whatever was left in the firm."

"?"

Suren's vision went black, and she felt her blood pressure spike.

Use the leftovers as you please?

He looked around the office and saw only empty space and a few broken sofas. He had even taken away his personal weapon that was hanging on the wall.

Just then, a notification sounded in my mind.

【Ding! 】

[Triggering a long-term subplot: Sparta burdened with debt]

[Mission Description: You have inherited the legendary demon hunter Dante's agency, along with all his debts (including but not limited to city hall fines, pizza bills, Lady's ammunition expenses, and Trish's shopping overdraft bills)]

[Mission Objective: Please repay all debts through legitimate means]

Current progress: $0 / $100,000,000

[Stage Reward: Each time 100 million is repaid, a temporary use right to a magical artifact will be randomly awarded.]

[Final Reward: After paying off all debts, gain full ownership of the "Devil May Cry" agency and unlock the hidden reward—Sparta's Legacy.]

"There are tasks for this too? Is the system really that generous? Wait a minute..."

"Ones, tens, hundreds... billions, one hundred million?!"

Suren was taken aback at first, but when he saw the string of zeros, he felt as if he had arrived in a city famous for giant pandas.

Did Dante blow up the Black Palace?!

Where did he go?

Suren asked through gritted teeth.

"Maybe they're vacationing on some island full of demons, or maybe they've gone back to their hellish home, who knows?"

Morrison shrugged. "You know, when he wants to disappear, nobody can find him."

"Regardless of what he does, you are temporarily in charge of the firm."

Morrison's smile faded, and he became serious.

"As your agent, I will be responsible for screening some suitable commissions for you."

"However, most of the commission will be used to pay off Dante's debts and pizza bills first."

Suren felt everything go black again.

Not only do they have to work, they have to work for free.

Is it too late for me to become a wandering demon hunter?

"Ha ha ha ha."

Patty's gloating laughter came from the side.

"He inherited such a large firm, what a debtor..."