What do you mean by "this is a dating game"?

"Today is a day for drinking! Look—champagne!"

The time is fifteen minutes later.

Emilia was particularly excited, and she dismissed the rest of the people, including Steven, who looked reluctant and desperately wanted to stay.

The small private tea house was occupied only by Sieg, Nefa, and Emilia.

Emilia took out her treasured wines and prepared to celebrate.

Sieg raised a hand, showing no mercy: "I don't drink alcohol."

Nefar also said, "Alcohol only makes people lose their composure, and I don't drink."

"..."

If you do this, won't it make me look stupid?

Emilia glanced at the wine bottle, then at the two stiff-looking men in front of her, and decided to give up: "Well... let's eat! In any case, today is a day worth celebrating."

She sat down at the table, her eyes filled with sincere gratitude as she looked at Sieg. "Thank you so much, Mr. Sieg. The feeling of fighting is truly wonderful! That feeling of complete control, of being able to do whatever I want, is truly amazing!"

Will it?

Emilia is quite conflicted. She is clearly unable to fight, has a pathological defect, and needs medicine to suppress her fear.

But her performance just now was outstanding.

Able to keenly spot weaknesses in Nefarian's tactics during an attack, and execute them perfectly to precisely break through them—

This performance far exceeds the scope of a novice; even a seasoned fighter would find it difficult to achieve.

Considering this was Emilia's "real" first real combat experience, her performance was quite remarkable, indicating that she possesses some talent.

"Is it possible to become a reliable manager, not just an ATM machine?"

Sieg looked at Emilia, his mind filled with dark thoughts.

Squeeze it dry!

We must squeeze them dry!

He remained expressionless and said, "My alchemy is a family secret, and I don't use it lightly."

Emilia straightened her back!

Sieg added, "I'm only making an exception for you because we're both followers of the 'Lord of the Fire Palace'."

Emilia was already a mature believer.

Without needing anyone's guidance, she raised her left hand and placed it on her right shoulder, bowing her head reverently: "Praise be to the Savior!"

"Praise be to the Savior!"

Sieg responded in kind.

"..."

Nefarian is truly impressed!

It had to be him. He had followed the Demon King in his campaigns and was well aware of the Demon King's style of doing things.

If it were anyone else, how could they keep up with Sieg's unconventional thinking?

Is there any special meaning behind putting your hand on someone's shoulder?

Or perhaps it was just a sudden whim of the Demon King.

"Praise be to the Savior!"

To make the performance complete, Nefa also began to pray; it's truly not easy for someone his age.

Sieg said seriously, "Emira, it's best not to take the Boiling Blood Pills if possible. This medicine has side effects."

Emilia tilted her head: "Side effects? I feel great right now, I don't seem to have any discomfort."

"It's a rather unusual side effect."

Sieg hesitated, then said, "I don't know if I should explain..."

"Mr. Sieg, there's no need to worry," Emilia encouraged. "Boiling Blood Pills mean a lot to me. As long as the side effects aren't too severe, I can accept them."

Ok!

Sieg hesitated to speak, but he raised his hands and rubbed them together like a Rasengan: "The reason why Boiling Blood Pill works is to make your body secrete a large amount of hormones, which in turn overwhelms all other emotions, leaving only the battle in your mind."

"Its side effects, uh... with long-term, frequent use, under the influence of hormones, will make your thighs fuller and your breasts larger, you know what I mean?"

"..."

"..."

Nafa was filled with awe.

Emilia looked bewildered and asked, "I... I'll get fat?"

"It's not about getting fat. The two areas I just mentioned will become particularly fuller, while the rest will remain the same."

Sieg remained as serious as ever.

His black eyes were devoid of any impurity; his gaze was as pure as a child's, truly only stating the risk: "Let me be more explicit! If you consume too many Boiling Blood Pills, you'll become obese, with a bulging chest and buttocks. Your figure will be out of shape, or rather, altered, and you'll look extremely lewd."

"...Isn't this a bit too direct?"

Nefa was already wiping away sweat.

To cover his embarrassment, he quickly picked up the soup bowl and took a sip of the milky white fish soup.

Emilia's toes were all clenched tightly!

She really wanted to ask if this counted as a side effect.

No.

That's not the problem.

She asked cautiously, "It seems...not too serious?"

"As long as you can accept it."

"Ah... um."

Emilia fell completely silent and focused on eating.

Nefa, being an old man with extensive experience, realized the atmosphere was getting a bit awkward and immediately changed the subject.

Emilia, a social butterfly, quickly changed the subject, inquiring about Nephalem's past.

As Nefa began to recount his tales of bravery, the atmosphere at the dinner table immediately became lively.

Sieg, whether intentionally or unintentionally, asked Nefa when she was moving, since Blackrock Street was actually uninhabitable.

Is Emilia a spirit?

She immediately stated that the villa was her private property, originally intended for use as a headquarters, but now she could lend it to Nefa for temporary accommodation.

Nephallus hissed and said, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Sieg waved his hand, making the decision for him: "There's nothing wrong with it. We just happen to need a meeting place, and then we'll have a place to discuss any plans the Lord of the Fire Palace may have later—don't you think, Emilia?"

Emilia smiled and nodded: "Mr. Sieg is absolutely right, we do need a fixed meeting place. Senior Nepha, please don't refuse. You are my 'brother,' we share the same faith, and we should help each other."

Sieg added, "I think Emila is exceptionally talented and has the makings of a spellcaster. Senior Nefarian, if you feel bad about it, teach her a trick or two. You were once a ninth-tier expert and the chief mage under the Eastern Demon King. It's not shameful for Emila to learn from you."

Emilia chimed in, "Mr. Sieg, you've really hit the nail on the head! Senior, may I have the honor of becoming your student?"

Ugh.

Poor Emila, she was manipulated by the Demon King.

On the very first day, they delivered their own villa. Nefa didn't even dare to imagine what they would deliver next.

He said, "Alright then! I won't stay for free; I can be your housekeeper and take care of things for you."

Emilia looked delighted: "It's an honor."

……

……

Dinner...or rather, supper ended in a pleasant atmosphere, and Sieg and Nefa chose to stay overnight.

Room.

Sieg was lying on the bed, relaxed and about to fall asleep, when he suddenly heard a call.

"I need to have my license checked."

His voice was flat and detached, carrying a hint of world-weariness.

It looks so familiar.

This seems to be—

"?!"

Sig sat up abruptly; it sounded like Oz's voice.

Pure white flames gathered in front of him, and Sieg's pupils trembled as he looked at them.

Oz seemed to sense something within the flames.

She raised her gaze slightly, meeting Sieg's eyes directly!