Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Well, that's right!"

Natalia nodded in agreement, raised her hand to clink glasses with her well-coordinated, mischievous friend, and they drank together.

"Seriously, did I hear that wrong again...?"

Arcueid tapped his head, shook his head slightly, picked up the tray with a sigh, returned to the back room, and continued working.

"Alright, we've had enough to drink. Let's call it a day."

After quickly filling her stomach, Natalia downed her drink in one gulp, clapped her hands happily, and stood up.

"Same as always, 100 Cursed Grenades, 100 Inferno Grenades, 100 Armor-Piercing Grenades, and five Holy Grenades. Also, give me the mission list for this mission."

"I'm saying, your commission isn't low either, can't you be a little more frugal with your spending...?"

Samael simply shook his head and muttered a word to those spendthrifts who squander their savings every few days, then quickly turned back to his office to print out the task list assigned to Natalia by the council.

However, the moment the ancient snake picked up the task sheet and its gaze fell upon it, its eyes narrowed slightly, a faint glint in them, before it put it down.

Chapter Fifty-Two: Rats in the Wall

A moment later, Natalia received the mission order, memorized its contents, set the information on fire, then took the supplies, waved, and turned to leave the bar with a flourish.

Samael watched his friend leave, then got up, walked out from behind the bar, closed the door, and went into the back room.

"Your Highness, please stop here. We're closed for today."

Arcueid, who was squatting in the courtyard watering the flowers with great enthusiasm, put down the watering can and stood up to look at the boss in surprise upon hearing this.

"We've arrived for work..."

Samael reached into his pocket and pulled out a slightly crumpled fax, handing it to the princess before him.

Arcueid took the order and looked at the photo of the white-haired man with a cold face, as well as the words "Dead Apostle" and "Magician" highlighted in red in the remarks column, and his expression turned serious.

"Our target this time—[Magic Bee Envoy] Ode Bolzak—is a rather troublesome character. Change your clothes and come with me."

The ancient serpent looked up at the azure sky, opened its mouth in contemplation, its thoughts a jumble of emotions.

"Demon Bee Master" Od Bolzac is a magician who primarily manipulates familiars. He is also a self-transformed Dead Apostle who is skilled at controlling "Dead Apostle Bees" he has modified in battle. This is the origin of his title "Demon Bee Master".

These "dead leech bees" are highly mobile and aggressive, and can turn attacked normal people into "ghouls," making them extremely proliferating.

However, while this method of attack is highly efficient, the scenes are often extremely tragic and difficult to clean up. Moreover, it is extremely inhumane and reckless, even completely destroying the cities he had previously stayed in, hence the title "Demon Bee Envoy".

Because this guy not only violated the magician's principle of "concealing mystery" but also caused serious damage and impact on human society, he was once hunted down by the Magicians' Association and the Holy Church.

But Odd Polzak, who had done many bad things, was quite shrewd and repeatedly escaped capture.

Similarly, this kind of scum naturally ended up on the parliament's blacklist.

Recently, the parliament traced the area of ​​Odélé Polzak's activities to a small town near Paris, France.

A mission to eliminate the enemy was naturally assigned.

However, according to the system's plan, Ode Bolzak was supposed to be Natalia's target for this mission, but someone took advantage of their position to intercept him ahead of time.

Because, according to the original trajectory of fate, Natalia would have boarded a passenger plane from Paris to New York while chasing the Demon Bee Envoy. She would have made a mistake, triggering a chain of disasters. In the end, she and Od Bolzac's corpse, along with the ghouls on the plane and the riotous Death Bees, would all turn into a fireball over the mouth of the Hudson River.

The ancient serpent's gaze fell upon the task sheet that was gradually burning out between its fingers, and it murmured to itself.

"Natalia, you'll have to buy me a drink later..."

"I'm all changed. When do we leave?"

Soon after, Arcueid, wearing black over-the-knee boots and a light white down jacket, came out of the bedroom pulling a suitcase and asked impatiently.

"Let's go!"

However, as soon as Samael spoke, two petite figures that had been hiding behind the crack in the door ran out.

"Damn it, they're going to abandon us again..."

Lavinia, her face full of displeasure, grunted and gritted her teeth.

"Master, should Lavinia and I stay at the shop during this time? Abby is a good boy, he'll listen..."

Abigail, standing to the side, clutched her teddy bear tightly in her arms, her little face contorted in a pained expression as she tried to soothe herself, her voice gradually lowering.

Looking at the two girls who, though silent, clearly intended to be clever, Gu She chuckled, raised his hand, and tapped them on the head as they tried to be clever, letting out a light snort of annoyance.

"Is it alright if I bring you all along this time? Hurry up and get ready."

Seeing that their plan had succeeded, the two girls' faces immediately brightened, and they cheered and ran hand in hand to the bedroom to pack their luggage. Then, they followed their guardian out of the bar.

Along the way, the two little ones, who hadn't been taken out for a long time for three months, were like larks released from their cages, looking around curiously and finding everything around them very new.

However, Samael was on high alert and kept Lavinia and Abigail, who were running around everywhere, by his side and kept them under close watch.

Even though the two little girls looked aggrieved, the ancient snake remained unmoved.

There was no way around it; as forbidden priestesses of the Outer Gods, these two girls would occasionally leak out an aura that disturbed the minds of ordinary people.

The three-month confinement was due to their previous outing, where they impulsively decided to play hide-and-seek, which resulted in a mass hysteria affecting half the street.

In the aftermath, the council spent a great deal of effort to clean up the mess, and the expenses were all deducted from the slush fund of a certain guardian.

As a result, the two little devils who had exposed their true nature were inevitably arrested by Samael, who was the victim. After a good beating, they were locked in solitary confinement to reflect deeply.

Samael had similar experiences at least a thousand times over the course of more than 600 years.

Therefore, Samael, having been tricked countless times before, had to keep a close watch on these two mobile natural disasters that could cause the SAN value of those around them to drop drastically when they acted up.

Fortunately, with the snake's experienced parenting skills, the two troublemakers, who had nowhere else to cause trouble, had no choice but to become law-abiding children and experience a peaceful but somewhat boring journey.

However, as compensation, Samael also selected a suitable "toy" and "entertainment venue" for them.

Several days later, in a remote town in Paris.

A silver-haired figure, his face filled with terror, stumbled out of the dimly lit alley. His terrified gaze swept around, only to find that the empty streets were shrouded in a thick fog, making it impossible to make a sound. He walked along without seeing a soul in sight.

It was as if the place he was in was a dead city.

Meow meow……

As the soft, fluctuating meows came from behind, the silver-haired figure shuddered, a deep-seated fear stirring within him. His expression hardened, and he slammed into a tightly closed room nearby.

However, upon rushing into the room, he was not greeted by a solid floor, but by a dark, decaying pit filled with skeletons and broken skulls that had been sawed and drilled. On top of the piled bones hung rotten chunks of flesh and wriggling maggots.

creak...

As the man tilted into the pit, the skeletons, as if alive, creaked and turned their joints, their empty eyes, glowing with phosphorescent light, staring eerily at the newcomer, sending chills down one's spine.

At the same time, rustling scratching and gnawing sounds came from the deep pit, rising and falling, as jarring as scratching glass with a hard object, gradually making one's scalp tingle.

Gradually, the eerie sound spread in all directions, coming from the darkness, from the cracks in the door, from the deep pit, from the walls, and from the roof.

The silver-haired man staggered backward, the ground beneath his feet trembling. From the deep pit in the center came the sound of bones colliding, and a stream of black, turbid water, carrying bits of flesh and bones, gushed out from the torn crack in the ground.

No! It's not sludge!

It's... mice! So many mice!

The silver-haired man's pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the monsters covered in stiff black fur and with scarlet eyes, which coalesced into long black dragons emerging from all directions, sending a chill down his spine.

"Die! Die! All of you, die!"

The well-dressed man screamed uncontrollably, waving his hands repeatedly and summoning his prized swarm of demonic bees, which devoured the flesh and blood of the rats.

Even more bizarrely, even after the rats' flesh was shaved off, the blood-streaked bones continued to swarm and run toward him.

Squeak!

Soon, the first rat jumped onto him, its sharp teeth immediately piercing through his skin and then burrowing into his flesh.

"Get away! Get away!"

The man tore off his clothes and stared at the bulging outline on his chest, which was wriggling around. He screamed and frantically pounded on it, even digging his fingers into the wound in an attempt to dig out the rat that was gnawing at his flesh.

However, as the black tide surged in, more and more rats gathered on his body.

In the blink of an eye, the silver-haired man's body was covered with a swarm of wriggling, furry creatures, the sounds of gnawing and chewing constantly reaching his brain.

The prey that can move can clearly sense how its flesh is torn apart inch by inch, how its bones are gnawed off one by one, and how its internal organs are built up one nest after another.

He could even clearly perceive the perforation of his eardrum, the shattering of his skull, and the detachment of his eyeballs; the strings of his reason were snapping one by one.

But soon, the rats receded like a tide, the pain gradually disappeared, and the body seemed to regain control.

Survived, I survived!

The man was overjoyed and raised his hand to celebrate his narrow escape.

However, what came into view was a pair of fluffy black paws, and the sound they made was a squeaking.

Is it...

The man suddenly realized a ridiculous answer, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Snapped!

At the same time, accompanied by a tooth-grinding creak, the roof was pried open by a pair of black claws, and a pair of eyes gleaming with an eerie light peered out through the crack.

"Got you! Meow!"

"Mouse, I'm a mouse! Cluck cluck, so many mice! So many..."

The man's face was contorted into a bizarre grin as he mumbled incoherently.

And then he saw a cat, a very big black cat.

Between madness and reason, beyond dreams and reality. Crossing the slumber of the rose, a soul tainted by sin is led to the throne of ancient beings…

Chapter 53 This time, Blood Mom made a profit!

"?~??~?~??~?~~??...Gloria in excelsis Deo...?"

In the empty and quiet town, a childlike, clear melody, yet filled with an eerie atmosphere, drifted from the thin mist that permeated the streets.

In an instant, the petite figure, surrounded by dozens of black cats at her feet, skipped and hopped towards the square, raised her hand puppet, and waved it gently to the beat.

laugh!

Instantly, the mist that gathered behind the blonde little girl twisted and writh, and an invisible force opened up a narrow gap in the space. Inside, against the dark background, strange and colorful shimmered, like soap bubbles squeezed together in a dream.

Snapped!

Immediately afterwards, a white-haired man with empty and blank eyes was swallowed out of the crack.

In the dim light, dozens of invisible, transparent tendrils seemed to be wrapped around the man's body, throwing him out of the dark, mottled interior.

“Abby found it first!”

Abigail pointed to the "mouse" on the ground and excitedly announced the result of the competition to the two adults waiting in the square.

"Mouse, hehe, mouse, black, gold, big, small, you're a mouse, and I'm a mouse too..."

As the sound reached his ears, the white-haired man lying on the ground, his unfocused pupils contorted with madness and confusion, began to ramble incoherently, drooling uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth, and his body began to show signs of muscle spasms and incontinence.

Arcueid glanced at the figure whose bones twisted strangely and whose muscles trembled unconsciously on the ground like maggots, and hesitated for a moment.

"Od Bolzac?"

"Yes, it's him..."

Samael glanced at it carefully, compared it with the recorded portrait outline, nodded, and a hint of mockery appeared in his eyes.

"However, it seems they've gone mad."

Then, the ancient snake looked around, frowned, and muttered to itself.

"By the way, what about those dead wasps? If these things get out and become a source of infection, it will be a big problem."

"Everything here has been resolved."

Arcueid clapped his hands, glanced at the black ash that covered the entire alley behind him, and nodded slightly.

"Me too! Ugh, they ran away so fast when they saw me! Didn't you say kids would be popular in this outfit?"

At this moment, Lavinia, dressed in a black knit sweater, red leather shoes, and a small top hat, walked over from the other side of the town. She glared hatefully at the Demon Bee on the ground, then turned her gaze to the guy on the Champs-Élysées who had tricked her into changing her outfit, her face full of displeasure.

"Well, at least I quite like it. This guy must not understand aesthetics."

Samael stared at the strange and sickly yet charming and adorable witch, his gaze drifting elsewhere. He then kicked the unfortunate fellow beside him, who seemed oblivious to pain and joy, skillfully shifting the blame.