He's a crossover character in anime/manga, and basically just very despicable.

In another pan, add the prepared batter and cook over low heat until it becomes a thin, crispy pancake.

Spread with chocolate sauce containing over 60% sugar, roll it up, repeat several times, and finally plate it.

After doing all this, Kurosaki Azami, the head of the Hell's Human Reception Office, walked to his room door and began to speak:

"Your Majesty! Lady Baphomet! Dinner is served!"

"Okay~" x2

The sound of bare feet stepping on the wooden floor rang out, followed by the sound of slippers, and two sleepy-eyed devils walked to the table to start eating.

"The pancakes taste pretty good, Kurosaki-kun~"

Of course, I'm a top chef in my parallel world, after all.

(Azami Nakiri: So you still dislike me?!)

"Thank you. But Ms. Baphomet, I won't be so polite about the Becky family, okay?"

Although he wouldn't have met Agatha if it weren't for them, now that he's become her father, he has to teach the bully whoever mistreated his precious daughter a lesson.

I told Baphomet it was purely out of courtesy.

"It's just a small wallet, do whatever you want."

The squinty-eyed goat sister smiled and uttered words that could only be described as cruel, showing no regard for the wealth they had bestowed upon her over the past century.

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With difficulty, Kurosaki Azami shifted her gaze away from Lucifer's ample bosom and began to work on the omelet salad in front of her.

"While they were fighting amongst themselves, Bertovac Becky, the eldest daughter of the Becky family, came to Japan from France and is going to attend our school's exchange meeting this afternoon. That's a bit strange."

Are they here to seek refuge? In such a short time...

Oh well, whatever, it won't affect my plans anyway.

After school, I'll go visit Xiuzhiyuan. Right now, I still need to make money at Baihuawang.

"How is it, Lucifer?"

After watching Kurosaki Azami walk a long way, Baphomet looked at Lucifer with a mischievous gaze.

"He is indeed more evil than ordinary demons, his mind is full of schemes and plots, but unfortunately he..."

Lucifer's face flushed slightly, and he noticed that something had appeared in his hand at some point.

"Stop repeating the same old tune, Lucifer."

Baphomet grinned and hugged his girlfriend.

“We are demons, symbols of desire. And don’t you also think he has the potential to defy ‘fate’?”

"And also, do you know how many times he peeked at you just now? Twenty..."

"Shut up, Baphomet!!!"

The two demons started fighting, and Lucifer dropped what he was holding.

It was given to her by Azami Kurosaki, a stone mask made from her own flesh and blood.

————————————————The Crimson King———————————————————

Shuchiin Academy, main hall.

The welcome party for the French exchange students was held after school, and in addition to the student council members, some other students from Shujiwon University also attended.

After all, they couldn't possibly accommodate so many French exchange students on their own.

Exchange students began entering, and the venue quickly became lively.

As the organizer, Principal Adolf spoke first, followed by an opening greeting from student council representative Miyuki Shirogane.

It was all the same old thing: "Welcome, welcome, a warm welcome," "May our friendship last forever," and finally, "Eat well, drink well, and have fun." And Shirogane Miyuki was even using Japanese, which most people couldn't understand.

Fortunately, these French students were still able to understand Shirogane Miyuki's last words from the looks in the eyes of those around them:

Enjoy your meal!

Of course, this kind of occasion will definitely not turn into a real cafeteria battle, but rather students will be eating snacks and chatting with each other (pretending to be cool).

"Thistle, do you speak French?"

"I know a little bit; I have no problem with everyday communication."

I have been betrayed.

This is Shirogane Miyuki's true feeling.

Kaguya Shinomiya speaks French, Chika Fujiwara speaks French, and even Yu Ishigami, who doesn't want to appear on screen, knows a little French for everyday conversation.

Am I really a noob?

"The student council president doesn't even know French? How cute~"

No, I don't want that kind of thing!!!

"Shh, here, for emergencies."

A small booklet was tucked into Shirogane Miyuki's sleeve.

"Use the 'Midas Touch' ability to turn it into an inconspicuous fabric like a school uniform, so you can sneak a peek when you forget your lines."

These are notes that Azami Kurosaki made when he was learning French from Baphomet. Although they are only at the level of annotating "Bonjour" with the pronunciation "Bunjour", they are barely enough to say hello and chat.

"Thank you, Thistle."

You're the one who's reliable when it really matters!

At that moment, Principal Adolf, who was hiding behind the pillar, turned his head.

"No need to be polite, Becky, go and crush Shirogane Miyuki with all your might."

"Is it okay to destroy him?"

"It's alright, the real student council president will definitely pass the trial smoothly."

Bertovac Becky, the eldest daughter of the Becky family, a family of black magic and swordsmanship.

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At the end of the 17th century, as martial arts schools in China gradually matured, King Louis XIV of Baguette granted hereditary noble titles to six people, including the ancestors of the Becky family, thus pioneering European swordsmanship and laying the groundwork for fencing to become an Olympic sport.

After the fall of the Bourbon dynasty, the Becky family, as powerful figures, entered the political and legal worlds, securing a place in the upper echelons of the Baguette Kingdom.

"If it weren't for this damn infighting..."

Biting his lip to hide his aura from anyone, Bertolacci Bech walked toward Shirogane Miyuki, who was pretending to be invisible.

"Hello, President Shirogane (in French)."

“You idiot, Becky…”

Both sides called each other "stupid pigs" as a gesture of goodwill.

Next up is Becky's turn.

"You are such a XXXXX, you are really XXXXXX, you are simply XXXXX........ (a vicious personal attack without using profanity)."

"Oui, yes."

The Silver Guardian has defended against all attacks.

The booklet that Kurosaki Azami gave him was simply not enough to support such a huge vocabulary, so he could only say "Ah, yes, yes, yes".

"You XXX......."

Becky was impressed; how could this guy have such good self-control?

"Hello, miss (in French)."

Kurosaki Azami had long had her eye on this woman who looked like Muzan Kibutsuji.

If we could find a way to bring her to our side, it would be of great benefit to the future expansion of the Passion Organization.

"Comment: est-ce possible!"

Becky had never seen a man like this before.

His long black hair fluttered gently, and his equally dark eyes held a cruel desire, seemingly possessing a sensuality that was unlike that of a man.

"Would you like to talk to me?"

Becky didn't see that Kurosaki Azami was standing on a step.

The other party is a baguette-wearing Chinese person (√)

The opponent knows swordsmanship (√)

At least one of you and the other person is standing on the stairs (√)

"Wrath of the Wave Chef," activate!

Effect: For each of the above conditions met, your attack power and the effect of villainous temperament will increase by 50%!

"......"

Covered in cold sweat, Becky had almost lost her ability to speak.

In a daze, she felt as if she were on a dark staircase.

Looking up, the deity upstairs is as majestic as a lion.

Turning around, I saw a treacherous demon, as sinister as a venomous snake, below.

Her family's swordsmanship offered no sense of security; all she could hear were two mouths speaking simultaneously, their voices filled with mockery and murderous intent:

"You wanna run away or wanna die?"

Do you want to escape, or do you want to die here?

"Are you feeling uneasy?"

The whispers that lingered in her ears, which only she could hear, were like the delicate fingertips of a young girl stroking her hair, sending shivers down her spine, as if they were filled with some kind of magical power that reached deep into her brain.

I know what's bothering you.

"Come to me, and I will relieve your pain."