Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Several hours later, a thin mist of red and black swept across the water and gathered on the shallows, forming a small human-shaped silhouette.

A slender figure on the riverbank paused to observe for a moment, then bent down slightly. Her jade-like, delicate hand landed in a puddle among the pebbles. She reached out her index finger and gently lifted a very faint blush, bringing it to her eyes. Then, she stuck out her pink tongue and subconsciously licked it.

As the warm liquid flowed into my abdomen, in an instant, my brain felt as if it were experiencing a stellar explosion, and my soul soared in endless light and darkness, as if I were entering the wondrous depths and vastness of the universe.

At the same time, the pores on my body opened up, and the breathing of plants, the blowing of the breeze, the rhythm of the earth, and the noise and jubilation of countless lives all came from all directions, as if my own sense of touch spread and extended to every corner of this planet and every inch of soil like ripples on water.

Unfortunately, this wonderful feeling of synesthesia with the planet lasted only a moment before receding and disappearing like the tide. The weightless soul drifted and fell, resealing itself within the heavy body.

However, the emptiness of losing this pleasure was quickly forgotten by the newcomer, whose flushed face was filled with unbelievable ecstasy.

The Touch of Stars!

Star Vein Blood?!

That's right! It must be this one!

The key to the origin of the planet! The gateway our ancestors craved! And a treasure to mend our flaws!

In an instant, the crimson pupils reflected on the water's surface shone with an excited, eerie light.

Unbelievable! In this age of declining gods and Dharma, such a thing actually exists!

With it, the perfection we seek will be within reach!

The slender figure on the riverbank danced excitedly, her breathing becoming uncontrollably rapid.

But it won't work...

However, just as the figure on the riverbank was about to turn around and chase after what it longed for, it took only a few steps before sitting back down in frustration.

That guy was not only surrounded by some idiot, but also by a bunch of strange auras.

It's too difficult to get close.

Damn it, what should I do?

A slender figure rested her chin on one hand, throwing pebbles into the river in frustration.

Suddenly, the ripples on the water's surface shattered and elongated her figure, creating a beautiful, shimmering effect.

Suddenly, a glint of light flashed in his scarlet eyes, and his thin, cherry-red lips curled up in pleasure.

She seems to have an idea.

In the early morning, a sliver of light shone through the cracks in the windowpane into the dimly lit bedroom.

Samael, his body mostly sunk into the soft mattress, fully enjoying the feeling of comfort, skillfully turned his head and reached out to grab a pillow, intending to cover his head to block out the morning light and his daily work.

Last night, the two princesses of the Millennium City fought fiercely. He managed to calm the situation down, sacrificing a large amount of his divine blood to pull Arcueid back from the brink of chaos.

Afterwards, when Samael arrived at the bar, his body almost completely drained, he still had to muster his energy to deal with Natalia's questioning, settle the White Princess who wanted to cling to him, coax Abby and Lavinia to sleep, report the situation to his older sister, and incidentally deal with some backlogged case files...

After finishing all that, the snake, whose eyelids were drooping, practically crawled onto the bed and fell asleep immediately.

There was no other way; this was probably the most exhausting night he had ever had in over 600 years. If he didn't get a good night's sleep, he would be doing himself a disservice.

Just as the ancient snake made up its mind to pull over the pillow and continue sleeping soundly, its groping fingers involuntarily grasped a soft, pulsating thing that still retained a warm temperature.

Hmm, the newly arrived silicone cushion isn't very comfortable to use...

In an instant, the trembling sound from the palm of his hand made Samael, who was muttering in a daze, stiffen. His drowsy mind cleared instantly, and his eyes met a pair of drooping scarlet eyes.

At this moment, the blonde girl, who had appeared on the bed in the room at some unknown time, lay on her side like a large Persian cat. She was unmoved by the scene of her private parts being firmly grasped. Instead, she lowered her delicate body, her nose twitching, and followed the sweet scent, tiptoeing closer. Her scarlet eyes were always fixed on the man in front of her.

Suck...

At the same time, the girl's pink tongue, which rolled unconsciously, made a strange sound as it licked her dry cherry lips, inadvertently exuding an extremely strong sense of allure that made one's heart pound.

However, under the intense gaze of the beauty before him, Samael couldn't help but swallow hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he slightly shrank his neck.

Because of that look, it was like a cat jumping onto a water tank, gazing intently at the goldfish swimming inside, full of ill intent.

Therefore, this is not lust, but appetite...

"boom!"

Just as Samael was carefully shifting his body, trying to avoid the chilling gaze, the tightly closed door was violently kicked open, followed by anxious and urgent shouts.

"Boss, get up! Arcueid is gone...!"

As a beam of light shone into the dimly lit bedroom, Natalia, who was calling urgently from outside the door, stared at the scene before her, momentarily speechless, her face blank.

Something came up, so I need to take two days off.

I needed to go to the city to take care of some business yesterday. I thought I could get it done in one day, but I found out I had a yellow health code on the way and was turned back.

I don't know what happened, but the system shows I missed one step and need to go back and repeat it. I have to go a second time today, which is ridiculous.

After finishing my work on updating tonight, I'll catch up on the missed chapters when I have time.

Chapter 59 The Fierce Maid (4.6k)

At this moment, in the dimly lit room, two figures overlapped, one above the other. The figure with knees bent and half-lying on the bed had its body bent forward, its back to the door, revealing its graceful curves.

The person who still has the habit of sleeping naked, as the corner of the blanket was lifted, revealed a well-proportioned and smooth upper body. One of his raised hands, unfortunately, pressed down on a certain spot, and even subconsciously squeezed it when the door was violently kicked open.

An indescribable atmosphere permeated the air, and an eerie silence fell over the scene.

Looking at Natalia's increasingly strange gaze, Samael couldn't help but shrink back and cautiously offered his explanation.

"Uh, if I said it was an accident, would you believe me?"

"...I'll give you a chance to explain..."

In this situation, Natalia, who was leaning against the door with her arms crossed, hesitated for a moment, frowned and pondered. Looking at Samael's sincere expression, the disdain on her face finally softened.

It was a rare opportunity to encounter a situation where reason could prevail. Samael, who was used to taking the blame, was almost moved to tears. He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to defend himself.

"Um, actually it was a misunderstanding, I..."

"Master, get up quickly! You promised to go out and play with us!"

"Hey, the sun's already high in the sky! I finally got up early this morning, are you ready yet?"

However, as soon as the ancient serpent spoke, two petite figures, who had just woken up, came running down the corridor and excitedly approached Samair's door, chattering excitedly.

Suddenly, Abigail and Lavinia, who were curiously peering into the room, skillfully bypassed Natalia and saw Arcueid in a position that was one above the other.

"Arquette is wicked! She actually tried to steal our Master in this way!"

"Damn it! Don't even think about it! Abby, let's go too!"

The two little girls first gritted their teeth and glared angrily, then looked at each other and charged forward with great momentum. They reached the bedside and leaped high, pouncing on Samael with the force of a mountain crashing down. One rode on the waist of the ancient snake, while the other grabbed the snake's head, and they began to fight with Arcueid for territory.

"Abby, no, no, no! My neck! My neck! My neck... it's going to break..."

"Ouch! Lavinia, where are you stepping on? Are you doing this on purpose?!"

Natalia, standing at the door, watched the farce unfolding inside, and the person on the bed frantically clutching the blankets, seemingly driven to ecstasy by the ordeal. She couldn't help but chuckle.

Someone so popular with kids shouldn't be like this...

At this moment, amidst the crowds and noise around her, Arcueid seemed to awaken from a dream, looking around in confusion.

"Ah? Um, I..."

"We were here first, so we absolutely can't let you beat us to having the baby!"

However, Lavinia, who was sitting on Samael's stomach, forcefully pushed Arcueid away without saying a word. Her solemn declaration immediately froze the relaxation on Natalia's face. The terrifyingly low pressure seemed to freeze the air into visible frost.

At that moment, the female hunter deftly drew a tactical dagger from her waist and walked step by step toward a sinister man.

"Before you cut, do you have any last words?"

"Actually, I can explain..."

The poor snake, restrained by three figures—one large and two small—looked at the malevolent female dream demon approaching step by step. It felt a tightness in its anus and immediately swallowed hard, stammering a hoarse rebuttal.

One of the duties of the Outer God Priestess is to bear children for the gods.

Although Lavinia did not become the mother of a seed sown by an Outer God as she was destined to be due to his intervention and interception, the concept was still embedded in their consciousness.

So, this really isn't his fault...

However, the ancient serpent was at a loss for words to recount these secrets. Before he could rack his brains to come up with a reason, a chilling verdict descended, accompanied by the cold blade.

"Go to hell! You scumbag who's a philanderer!"

"Ouch! Natalia, you're serious! If you poke me again, I'll dock your commission!"

"Afraid of you? At worst, I'll just give it to you for medical expenses. If you're so tough, then don't try to hide!"

Amidst the chase and scramble, chaos erupted inside the room.

"Ugh... I have to do this again... It's exhausting... Natalia... You really know how to boss people around..."

However, before the chaos could last long, accompanied by crisp footsteps in the corridor, a purple-haired figure, pounding his shoulder in frustration, appeared at the doorway, muttering to himself in a way that revealed his true nature.

"Ahem, where are you all? The council sent me to hand over the remaining tasks..."

As the purple-haired saintess subconsciously looked up, her deep blue eyes reflected the figures piled up on the headboard. The standard No. 92 smile that the Vatican was trying to give to believers instantly became stiff and distorted.

At the same time, Natalia, Abigail, and Lavinia also froze, their expressions blank, their postures stiff, standing there dumbfounded.

"Hey. Ah. Cough cough, hehe? ..."

In the eerie atmosphere, Martha's facial muscles twitched repeatedly before Mi controlled her increasingly distorted expression. She took a deep look at the person squeezed in the middle, lifted the collapsed wooden door with one hand, and quietly created some distance.

"Looks like I've come at the wrong time..."

However, before Martha could politely excuse herself, Samuel's eyes lit up, and with a smooth, slippery motion, he used the covers to crawl from one end of the bed to the other, hurriedly pulled up his pants, and rolled off the bed.

Immediately, the ancient serpent rushed to Martha, excitedly grasped the saintess's hand, squeezed it tightly, and gave a firm answer.

"No! You came just in time!"

Looking into that person's eager eyes and his almost tearful expression, the purple-haired saintess froze, falling into a daze once more. Like a puppet on strings, she was affectionately put her arm around his shoulder and led to the bar in the front hall.

With intervention from higher authorities and the escape of the main perpetrators, this farce finally came to an end.

A dozen minutes later, everyone gathered in the front hall, staring at each other in silence.

Left with no other option, Samael had to withstand the pressure and speak first to explain.

"So, Arcueid was sleepwalking?"

Half an hour later, Martha looked at the dignified Princess of the Thousand-Year City with a hesitant gaze.

"No...that's right, I...I've always been a restless sleeper since I was little..."

Arcueid coughed slightly and nodded repeatedly in acknowledgment.

"I knew it! It was all a misunderstanding!"

Samael spoke with a smile to ease the awkwardness, and the people around him couldn't help but smile in agreement. As for how much of this answer they would believe, that was anyone's guess.

After setting the matter aside for the time being, the ancient serpent got up to prepare some drinks for everyone and then asked Martha for her opinion.

"By the way, Your Holiness, what brings you here this time?"

Martha took a sip of the mellow wine, then put down her glass, glanced at the guy who was so engrossed in his role that he was using an honorific title on her, and replied thoughtfully.

“Indeed, there are two things. First, the higher-ups already know about yesterday’s skirmish. After deliberation by the council, we hope to negotiate with Blackie, who ran away from Millennium City, and try to get her to behave herself.”

Upon hearing this, Natalia breathed a slight sigh of relief; a weight had finally been lifted from her chest.

Last night, Samael returned carrying Arcueid, who was covered in blood. He casually mentioned that Arcueid had defeated Arcueid, and that he had just happened to find the wounded princess.

But Samael's pale face and Arcueid's unconscious state made Natalia, who had volunteered to keep watch, constantly uneasy.

Therefore, when she discovered that Arcueid had disappeared right under her nose early in the morning, she initially thought that Arcueid had returned, but it turned out to be a false alarm.

Now that professionals have been dispatched to control the situation, she can finally relax and go back to get a good night's sleep.

Seeing Natalia's furrowed brow gradually relax, Samael and Marda, who were performing a duet, nodded to each other in tacit agreement.

After all, Martha's purpose in coming here was simply because she was in charge of the handover between the Millennium City and the Council. Now that such a conflict had occurred, it was only right and proper for her to step in and go through the motions.

Of course, this saintess was very self-aware; with more professionals around, she was just an extra.

If even the person in front of me can't control this situation, then my arrival is useless.

Therefore, Martha did not rush along the way, but after stabilizing the order of the Millennium City, she set off at a leisurely pace.