What if you are reborn as a demon after a funeral?.

After snatching the 30,000 yen from Ash, Kirei Kotomine slammed the door shut with a blank expression.

This father and daughter exemplified the phrase "turning them away" to an extreme degree.

"Well, at least they paid, so I guess I can be considered a guest... the least welcome guest, I suppose." Looking at the banknotes in his hand, Kirei Kotomine felt a little bit of relief.

But Karen stared at the banknotes, frowned and pondered for a moment, then suddenly rushed to the counter and opened the cash box.

She didn't realize it until she saw it, and her expression froze again: "...Just as I thought."

"What's wrong, Sister Karen?"

"I just felt that guy wouldn't obediently pay up... especially after being kicked out."

"Could it be...?"

"The money in your hand originally belonged to our family."

Karen's words instantly turned the priest's expression ashen.

But by the time they realized what was happening and rushed out of the store to collect their debt from Ash, he and the two little girls had already disappeared.

Although he considered whether he should go to their door to collect the debt, he was almost certain that even if he did, Ash would never admit to it, given his personality.

Moreover, after taking stock, they discovered that Karen's Bibles, which she kept in the store, had also disappeared.

These aren't guests, they're robbers!

For a moment, the father and daughter were like mute people eating bitter herbs, unable to express their suffering, and their facial expressions were extremely interesting.

Meanwhile, Ash returned home through the portal and silently rinsed his mouth, trying to wash away the spicy taste of the ramen.

Although he wasn't afraid of pain, the taste still needed to be removed.

Meanwhile, the blonde loli Abigail and the silver-haired loli Melusin remained unusually silent.

Melusin, in particular, deeply resented that her own shortcomings had prevented her from protecting Ash at crucial moments.

Even though Ash repeatedly emphasized that he had easily defeated the enemy, she still couldn't let it go and was depressed.

Ash didn't know how to comfort her, and all he could say was what he had already said. He could only keep stroking her head... letting Abby watch this scene, and then silently peek out, her eyes still full of expectation.

Although he didn't understand why things had turned out this way, he still silently touched Abby as well.

Just as they were busy at work, Jeanne, who had just taken a Coke out of the refrigerator, saw this and her face instantly showed a look of disgust.

However, after experiencing so much, she was no longer surprised by Ash's behavior and was too lazy to say anything more.

On the surface, everything seemed to have returned to calm, as if nothing had ever happened.

That night, instead of clinging to Ash as usual, Melusin buried herself in bed and fell into a deep sleep, seemingly trying to escape everything through sleep.

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That night, all was quiet. Ash sat alone on the living room sofa, bathed in warm yellow light, holding only the Bible he had casually borrowed from Karen.

However, his gaze did not fall on the pages of the book, but rather he was lost in thought, his mind filled with how to calmly carry out the analysis.

Although he successfully repelled the suppressive force's punitive expedition, he couldn't foresee whether there would be more. If there were, although they would be difficult to pose a threat, they would likely be quite troublesome.

Just then, a soft footstep came from the corridor, breaking the silence of the night.

Looking up, I saw Ilya, dressed in pajamas, rubbing her sleepy eyes, groggily coming to the living room to get a drink of water.

But the moment her gaze fell upon him, the girl's originally fair cheeks flushed red. Before he could even speak, she turned and ran away like a startled fawn.

Ash was left standing there, stunned, his hand, which had been raised in mid-air, could only be slowly lowered with a sigh of relief... Another worry had been added to his mind.

"Melsen is still upset about what happened during the day, and Ilya is inexplicably avoiding me again... What's going on?" Despite what should have been a resounding victory, Ash couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Just as he was frowning in worry, a series of crisp and rhythmic footsteps came from the stairs.

He glanced over instinctively and saw Scáthach dressed in a professional white-collar outfit, walking slowly down the stairs with elegant steps.

Her cascading purple hair fell casually over her shoulders, a few strands swaying gently with her movements; her long legs, encased in black stockings, gleamed with a captivating pearly luster under the moonlight; the crisp "tap-tap" of her high heels against the floor sounded like a languid nocturne.

Scáthach reached the bottom of the stairs, slightly turned to the side, and leaned against the spiral staircase railing, her posture alluring and captivating. Just as their eyes met, she gently tucked a strand of purple hair behind her ear, a faint smile playing on her lips. Her gaze, seemingly casually, drifted towards Ash, and she teased him:

"Even gods have their troubles? That child was running around like a frightened rabbit just now, is that related? What funny thing happened? Tell me about it to cheer me up?"

Ash glanced at her helplessly, waved his hand, and said with a wry smile, "Don't tease me. I don't even know how I offended Ilya. She runs away as soon as she sees me. Melusin is still sullen because of today's battle. No matter how I try to coax her, it's no use. That child has an unexpectedly high sense of self-esteem."

As he spoke, he casually placed the Bible in his hand aside, leaned back on the sofa, and looked exhausted.

Scáthach raised an eyebrow slightly, a meaningful smile appearing on her face: "Oh? Even you can't handle these two little girls? Looks like you're not all-powerful after all."

"...When each other's will is respected, there is no such thing as omnipotence."

"I see." She nodded slightly, paused for a moment, a sly glint in her eyes, and slowly walked over, running her fingertips along the inside of his wrist.

"However, didn't you say before that you wanted to curry favor with me? Now your chance has come. If you perform well, maybe I can give you some advice."

"I was just kidding..."

"Oh? I was actually quite serious, and didn't you want me to believe you wouldn't lie to me? Now you're saying something like this?"

Scáthach's lips curled into a mocking smile, her eyes gleaming with a teasing light.

As she spoke, her hands were still resting on the armrests of the sofa on either side of Ash, her body leaning slightly forward, letting a faint fragrance waft over, and a few strands of hair fell down to his neck.

"Isn't this way of gaining trust a little strange?"

“In Celtia, a warrior’s oath is testified with blood.” Scáthach chuckled, sitting down on the coffee table in front of him, and spreading Ash’s legs apart. “However, with you… perhaps we could consider a gentler approach?”

"...I think this is somewhat of a test of a man's dignity."

"You were the one who suggested it?"

"Well......"

"This is clearly an invitation, isn't it? Don't you understand? Are you playing dumb? Or are you worried you'll completely...?"

Scáthach's voice grew softer and softer, carrying a hint of ambiguity.

As she spoke, her ankle, encased in black stockings, gently hooked around Ash's calf, the subtle touch making the atmosphere even more alluring.

The moonlight that suddenly shone through the window swallowed up the unfinished words.

Ash's palms involuntarily pressed against the silky fabric of Scáthach's legs, allowing him to clearly feel the beautiful curves and fullness of her thighs beneath the thin stockings.

Scáthach's body stiffened abruptly, her muscles tensing instantly, and she seemed somewhat uncomfortable as she lightly bit her lower lip.

What was initially thought to be a playful attempt to curry favor with someone has taken an unexpected turn.

However, she did not resist; on the contrary, a complex mix of anticipation and nervousness welled up deep within her.

Immediately afterwards, her lips, which had been uttering a muffled groan, were also silenced, and all her words were swallowed up in the passionate kiss. Ash even took the opportunity to press her down onto the coffee table.

Then, the two disappeared from the living room, and the older woman, who was being carried by him, led him to her guest room.

The night grew deeper, and the sighs and lamentations in the living room had long since disappeared, replaced by captivating sounds emanating from the guest room.

What started as verbal "clinging to someone's coattails" ultimately didn't happen; instead, Ash carried her on his shoulder.

Despite being enemies, they have unexpectedly become very close today.

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Although this was not Ash's plan, everything happened so naturally that he found it hard to be afraid.

For the next few days, Ash, who was not idle at night and probably not even during the day, would sit alone on the swing in the early morning, trying to drink sweetened milk and sort out his thoughts and reflect on his pain in this moment of tranquility.

Standing right in front of him was Kama—a silver-haired loli-like girl with a furrowed brow and an expression of utter disbelief at the bizarre scene before her.

Under normal circumstances, Ash would probably be tempted to get rid of this troublesome guy.

However, this little girl with shoulder-length silver hair, dressed as usual, possesses an astonishingly cute and charming appeal.

She was still holding a spatula in her hand tonight, but she was wearing an elegant purple off-shoulder top, which cleverly revealed her slender and delicate collarbone and her porcelain-white shoulders. Her skin looked even more warm and smooth against the fabric.

The red mini skirt she paired with her outfit was playful and cute, while the over-the-knee black stockings tightly hugged her full thighs, perfectly blending girlish playfulness with sexiness, exuding an alluring charm.

Who wouldn't be mesmerized by such a black-stockinged, silver-haired, red-eyed loli outfit? She's so captivating that once you take one look, you can't look away.

And it can be emphasized that this is by no means because of his hobby; he is genuinely adorable, of course—provided he doesn't speak.

"...You're a little too refreshing, aren't you?" Kama's words shattered the pleasant atmosphere instantly: "Have you been comforting yourself these past few days?"

"—Pfft!" Caught off guard, Ash spat out a mouthful of milk from this astonishing remark.

The silver-haired loli in front of them was unfortunately hit completely.

Kama's face darkened to an almost unbearable gloom. Her eyes widened as she stared at Ash in disbelief, her face still speckled with milk, a few strands of silver hair soaked and clinging to her cheeks, giving her an unexpectedly alluring appearance.

The white milk continued to drip down her skirt, even turning some of her black stockings white.

"You...you actually sprayed milk all over my face?!" Her voice instantly rose a octave, and anger surfaced in her previously indifferent eyes: "Can I take this as—a provocation?"

"...Isn't it because your sudden words were so bizarre and outrageous!?" Although he felt apologetic, Ash was mostly speechless.

"Then why is your desire still so weak today... although not as weak as it was at the beginning?" Kama persisted, continuing to press the matter.

"I've read countless books by sages... Don't even think about it!" Before he could finish speaking, the little girl in front of him reached out, causing him to instinctively pull away while clutching his Bible, and he said with displeasure:

"You've already burned one of my books, which I borrowed from Karen. If you burn another one, how am I supposed to explain it?"

Having missed his target, Kama snorted coldly, crossed his arms, and said with his usual indifference and disdain, "What? Karen's books can't be burned?"

"No, my book definitely won't do either! You have to apologize to me!"

"Sorry...? Here, take the stockings." Without a second thought, Kama took off the black stockings on her right leg, which were stained with milk, and casually tossed them onto Ash's lap, saying with disdain, "Since you sprayed them on me, it's like you indirectly licked my feet, so they're unwearable."

Despite the alluring black stockings that revealed her alluring figure, which were undeniably captivating, the disdainful gaze of the silver-haired loli in front of him made him feel he had to prove himself even if he wasn't going to steam buns.

Ultimately, he wasn't that kind of strange person, and now he retorted righteously: "...I asked you to apologize, not to treat me like a pervert."

"What's the difference?" Kama raised an eyebrow, taking a light yet somewhat defiant step forward, looking down at Ash sitting on the swing: "Anyway, aren't you just a pervert?"

"Wait a minute... Sakura would never think that way, right? Who influenced you?"

"Self-judgment".