Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Whenever he thinks about the cause of this suffering, Samael feels like slapping himself a few times.

Three days ago, in order to give that alien god a little shock to Earth, he impulsively called all his teammates from around the world to come.

The process was indeed glorious, and the battle ended in a complete victory for our side without any suspense.

Before the alien god could even react, he was surrounded and beaten to the point of being unable to take care of himself. To this day, he is still hanging in a dark room like dried meat.

But after the fight, it's time to settle the score.

As we all know, summoning heroic spirits requires paying with magic power, and there are many ways to do so.

Physical mana replenishment is the most classic method, and it has been almost unanimously approved by a group of witches, goddesses, and heroines.

So, before Samael could even use the excuse of cleaning up the battlefield, he was dragged into the house one by one by the creditors he had summoned to demand payment.

As the king of demons, he had considered reneging on his debt.

But he sadly discovered that too many people had come to him. Since they could form groups to farm alien gods, they could easily ambush him as well.

Because the amount owed was too large, Samael had to alter the flow of time in the region to the maximum extent possible while compensating each of his creditors individually.

Midway through, he presciently cast a barrage of buffs on himself, such as Spellstealer, Tongue Whip, Quick Draw, Wild Growth, Deadly Rhythm, and War Rhythm, while simultaneously casting a series of debuffs on his opponent, such as Amplified Pain, Senses Sharpening, Withering, and Energy Drain. In the end, he even used the Healer's potion and Double-Edged Sword, barely managing to hold on until the very end, managing to survive until the very end, without ever turning a stone into a needle.

Otherwise, even the toughest kidneys would turn into dregs.

Even so, it took him three whole years to pay off the debt.

While calling for backup is useful, it's too physically demanding.

He said he would never do such a grand event again, because there really wasn't a drop left, and he simply couldn't take it anymore.

Putting everything else aside, the thought of Scáthach and Skadi bringing an entire Valkyrie army to seduce him is enough to send chills down one's spine.

Good morning, senior!

The cheerful shouts reached his ears, and Samael, standing in front of the door, involuntarily shivered, clutching his aching lower back and instinctively trying to shrink back inside.

Fortunately, as he caught a glimpse of that familiar little face behind him out of the corner of his eye, as well as the fourth beast that followed him like a shadow, Samael breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and forced a dry smile onto his face.

"Mash, are you feeling better?"

"Yes, no problem, ready to join the battle at any time!"

The girl nodded, a charming smile on her face, her purple eyes sparkling as she looked at her Master.

The possession of the Knights of the Round Table, and the reliance and trust she had along the way, made her admire the legendary "King Arthur".

And admiration is often the budding of love.

Samael thought of the girl's nickname "Perverted Eggplant" and her classic "Dangerous Beast" outfit, and his kidneys throbbed with pain again.

There wasn't a single drop left...

The ancient snake wailed inwardly while coughing and trying to change the subject.

"Oh, by the way, what brings you here?"

Mashu snapped out of her daze, the fervor in her eyes subsided slightly, and answered her Master truthfully.

"Miss Qihuang said that she wants me to go to the infirmary for a physical examination with you today."

"thump!"

A dull thud echoed down the corridor as Mash stared in disbelief at her fallen Master.

"What, what's wrong?"

My legs are weak...

Samael clutched his back, the forced smile on his face looking more like a grimace.

Chapter Fifty-Six: Zen Meditation? Joyful Zen!

Three hours later, Sesshouin Kiara raised her head with satisfaction, looking radiant.

Sitting on the hospital bed, Samael resembled an ancient mummy, his eyes lifeless, his lips trembling slightly, and he looked shrunken, as if his body and spirit had been drained again.

"Senior? How did your physical exam go? Is there anything that's bothering you?"

Beyond a thin curtain, Mashu, who had been waiting for a long time, paced back and forth, unable to resist approaching the curtain wall to ask a question.

Seeing that the upper half of that pink-haired little head had already peeked into the gap, the snake on the bed seemed to rise from the dead, jolted as if electrocuted, and sprang up from the sickbed. Its hands, which left afterimages, quickly defended its fig leaf with lightning speed, and it subconsciously stood still to answer.

"I'm not sick! I'm perfectly fine! I'll be right out!"

Upon hearing the resolute reply, a sigh of relief came from outside the curtain, and the little head that had been in front of the gap obediently shrank back.

But at this moment, Samael did not relax at all. Instead, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead and goosebumps appeared on the back of his neck.

A pair of amber eyes sparkled brightly in the darkness, and a pink tongue lingered on her moist cherry lips.

That's great, isn't it...?

Samael stiffly turned his head, meeting those meaningful eyes, and forced a dry smile onto his stiff face.

Immediately, the moment the green access control indicator light came on, he turned around without saying a word, took off running, and even used a shield as a shield.

"Mash, it's your turn. Hurry up and go in for inspection! I'm going back to my room to grab something. See you in the restricted area!"

The naive junior nodded repeatedly and greeted the doctor with a blank expression.

Sesshouin Kiara glanced at the figure that disappeared at the end of the corridor, then regretfully withdrew her burning gaze and focused her attention on Mash who was walking towards her.

As a doctor, she never forgot that saving lives is her sacred duty.

The patient in front of us is indeed in a precarious condition.

Ironically, Mashu's official name is Kyrielight.

In the first part, Mash comes from St. Matthew, one of the twelve apostles of Christianity, and in Greek, Mash means "gift from the gods".

Kyrielight means "light of mercy," corresponding to the merciful beast Goetia. Kyrie is the latter part of the name of the Valkyrie, the Norse goddess of war, so it can also be interpreted as "the light of the Valkyrie"...

But in reality, this was an unblessed life.

She was originally a test-tube baby created by Chaldea to complete the Spirit Summoning experiment. For the sake of "practicality", the magical circuits in this child's body are excellent, and she can complete various high-intensity battles by relying on the possession of a Demi-Servant.

However, as a price, Mashu's lifespan is greatly reduced, theoretically to only thirty years of "usage period".

As the events intensified, the rate at which her bodily functions deteriorated further, and Sesshouin Kiara estimated that she would probably only live to be eighteen years old.

Based on the child's current age of 16, that means she originally only had about 2 years left to live.

Fortunately, because she had made a contract with "that person" three days ago, her body was slowly repairing itself as the magic flowed back.

Even so, Matthew's body was ultimately too weak.

As doctors, we naturally need to provide patients with the most appropriate treatment plans.

Perhaps it didn't exist before, but now it seems there's a perfect remedy.

Sesshouin Kihara glanced at the corridor outside the door with her amber eyes, a meaningful smile appearing on her face. Then she turned back to look at the pink-haired girl sitting on the hospital bed, looking somewhat uneasy.

"Mash, your body is too weak, you need to eat more nourishing foods."

"Repair?"

Mashu blinked, looking confused.

Sesshouin Kiara smiled slightly, leaned close to Mashu's cheek, and whispered in her ear.

Instantly, the pink-haired junior realized what was happening, her pretty face flushed red, her eyes glazed over, and she stammered out her thoughts.

"This...this is too..."

"There are three thousand great paths, but they all lead to the same destination. This is just a method of self-regulation. By controlling desires with desires and harmonizing yin and yang, one can also attain enlightenment."

Sesshouin Kiara gently patted the girl's shoulder, her face full of kindness, like a dignified bodhisattva, as if guiding a lost lamb.

Seemingly enlightened by the female bodhisattva's words, Mashu's eyes sparkled with interest, and she blushed as she asked softly.

"Really, is it really okay?"

"of course can!"

Sesshouin Kiara made a solemn promise, her eyes clear and wise.

"This is the path that predecessors have walked, and it has been proven to be a smooth road. Now it is your turn to walk it, so what's wrong with that?"

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Mashu's heart pounded. She frowned and pondered seriously, her little fists clenching and unclenching intermittently.

Finally, after thinking for a full quarter of an hour, the girl seemed to have made up her mind. She closed her eyes, opened her lips with difficulty, and whispered something with a flushed face.

"Please help me, Miss Qihuang..."

"Alright, from now on, set aside some time each day to come to the infirmary to see me. I will teach you how to meditate and attain enlightenment, and how to gather herbs..."

Sesshouin Kihara nodded with a smile, readily agreeing, and a dazzling halo of Buddhist light seemed to rise behind her head.

Incidentally, this female bodhisattva's lineage is "Eten-ryu of the Tachibana school of Esoteric Buddhism," which is a branch of the Tachibana school, one of the eight major schools of Esoteric Buddhism in Japan.

The Zen principles understood by Esoteric Buddhism are quite unique, emphasizing the interaction of movement and stillness, and the harmony of Yin and Yang, in order to see one's true nature, understand one's mind, and attain enlightenment.

This is commonly known as... Joyful Zen...

Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!

At the same time, Samael, who was in the elevator, suddenly felt a chill and sneezed violently.

Could it be that woman from Sesshouin is talking about me again?

The ancient snake rubbed its itchy nose while shaking its head and muttering to itself.

You've already eaten three servings, that's enough.

As he muttered to himself, Samael recalled the scene of being tormented by that female bodhisattva on the sickbed through the curtains under the pretense of examining his body, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He accepted that there was a fee for calling in players.

But you get what you pay for. For a nun to try and squeeze him dry three times after just one visit is really asking for an exorbitant amount.

If it weren't for her diligent work at Chaldea during this time, and her crucial moment in forcibly activating the Mooncell system, sealing off Chaldea, and halting the invasion of the Alien God and the Imaginary Tree, Samael would never have given her extra help...

Moderation is a virtue...

Samael touched his two almost non-existent kidneys and sighed softly.

But there was nothing that could be done; this woman might be a bit slutty, but her contributions were undeniable.

She not only saved Chaldea, but now, with the A group of gods sidelined, former director Olga Marie imprisoned in a dark room after being possessed by an alien god, and the troublemaker BB imprisoned in the Fallen Cage for reflection, Chaldea is leaderless and in dire need of rebuilding. All of this depends on this acting director.

In order for Chaldea to operate smoothly, Samael had no choice but to make a sacrifice and reward this hardworking and meritorious acting director.

Besides, he is currently still a nominal employee of Chaldea.

Faced with workplace bullying from his female boss, what can a mere Master do?

All we can do is endure the pain and find joy in it.

Of course, besides Sesshouin Kiara, there are other more suitable candidates for acting director.

only……

Samael's mind was churning with jumbled thoughts as the elevator doors opened with a "ding".

The ancient snake narrowed its eyes slightly, stepped out of the elevator, and arrived at an alloy door on the 18th basement floor.

Disarm the surrounding defensive spells, raise your hand to swipe the card, and the authentication light pattern on the display screen changes from red to green, and the tightly closed alloy door slowly opens.

"Are you still used to living here?"

Samael stepped into the room, pulled over a chair, sat down at the table, and looked meaningfully at the silver-haired figure opposite him, dressed in a sharp white suit with a side ponytail, before speaking softly.

"Former Director Marisbury Animusfia..."

Maris Billy, sitting in front of the lamp, put down his book, looked up and smiled at the financial backer before him, nodding elegantly and subtly.

"It's fine, thank you for taking care of me."

"No, I can't accept that."

Samael snorted and waved his hand dismissively, his vertical lines in his pupils revealing a hint of annoyance.

"I'm just thankful I haven't been driven to my death by you."

"But in the end, you still won, didn't you? The all-knowing and all-powerful Messiah defeated the alien god who coveted this planet and once again accomplished the great feat of saving the world."