Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Immediately, the Iron Fist Saintess struck back, mercilessly choosing to use the opponent's own methods against them.

"Ouch, boss lady, is this how you usually rub yourself? You think this is kneading dough? That hurts! Come on, stand properly and let the professional teach you."

"Natalia, you pervert, don't you dare lay a hand on me! Get away from me!"

Meanwhile, Samael, who was lying in bed preparing for a nap, heard the creaking floorboards next door, looked at the violently shaking beams and the dust falling down, and reluctantly opened his eyes, sighing to himself.

These two women have such a good relationship...

Chapter Sixty-Two: Princess, you have to take responsibility for me!

After all that commotion, Samael, with lifeless eyes, couldn't fall asleep. He reluctantly got up, put on his coat, and went to the bar to prepare a drink to help him sleep.

However, just as they entered the hall, a soft "creaking" sound came from the doorway, and a graceful figure stepped across the threshold, half of her body remaining in the darkness of the room, while the other half was bathed in the cool moonlight.

Samael paused for a moment, then shook his head helplessly.

"What? You're leaving already? Are you unhappy here?"

"No, working in a bar allows you to forget the past, forget your mission, eat when you want, sleep when you want, and when you're bored, you can watch TV series, read books, bake desserts, or travel. You can live each day happily and then look forward to a new day and a new beginning. This is an experience I've never had before..."

Under the moonlight, Arcueid turned slightly, a bright and sincere smile blooming on her delicate face. As she spoke, the unusual light that flickered in her blood-red eyes even broke through the millennia-old silence.

"I love it here, and I love everyone here!"

Samael scratched his head and looked up at the deep night outside the window.

"Because of Eltrauge? Don't worry, the council has sent a saint who is coordinating the matter, and the problem will be resolved soon."

Arcueid's smile faded, her cherry lips tightened, and she looked at the man in front of the counter with a complicated expression before slowly speaking.

"No, it's something else..."

Samael walked up to the bar on his own, took the liquid and mixed the drinks, somewhat nonchalantly.

"Let me guess, is it because of... the urge to drink blood?"

Arcueid's pupils constricted slightly upon hearing this, and she looked in astonishment at the man who was walking towards her with a cocktail shaker and a glass.

Their eyes met, their dark pupils calm as still water, a faint smile shimmering within their depths, yet an indescribable sense of understanding emanated from them.

So he knew everything that happened this morning...

Arcueid remained silent for a long time, his scarlet eyes fixed on Samael, his face tense, his teeth grinding, and his voice low and suppressed, threatening.

"If I stay any longer, I'm afraid... I won't be able to resist eating you!"

The urge to suck blood is an instinct that even True Ancestors find hard to suppress. Her two outbursts were particularly noteworthy: one nearly wiped out her clansmen in the Thousand-Year City, and the other almost drained the lifeblood of the person who took her in.

Arcueid, burdened by intense guilt and psychological trauma, dared not imagine the severe consequences should he lose control and go berserk again.

Therefore, leaving quietly is the best option.

"Come on, try my new cocktail first..."

Faced with such a menacing warning, Samael smiled dismissively and didn't reply. Instead, he poured the shaken liquor from the cocktail shaker into a glass and pushed it towards Arcueid.

The scarlet liquid flowed and accumulated along the glass, while the lemon slice at the rim emitted a tangy aroma. Parsley root swirled and churned inside, its color, reflected in the moonlight, revealing an eerie quality, like the blood of a young girl.

"Bloody Mary, please enjoy!"

"Oh……"

Arcueid nodded subconsciously, habitually stepped forward obediently, picked up the cup, and drank it down in one gulp.

"How does it taste?"

"Great! It's icy cold and has a sweet and sour taste!"

Arcueid praised the owner's cooking skills, but after she put down her cup, the princess looked at the half-open door and the suitcase in her left hand, and suddenly came to her senses, staring blankly at Samael.

"Huh? Um, we seem to have gone off-topic..."

The ancient snake blinked and asked with a smile.

Would you like another drink?

"No need, I feel a bit full today..."

The silly vampire princess, who was more honest than an elementary school student, couldn't help but rub her warm belly and answer truthfully with satisfaction when she was interrupted.

However, Arcueid, who was acutely aware of the changes in her body, quickly came to her senses and realized that something was wrong.

Wait, are you full?

Immediately, Bai Ji's gaze fell upon the boss's ambiguous smile, and she couldn't help but savor the moment. She picked up the wine glass on the table and held it to her nose to sniff carefully.

Suddenly, a very faint fishy smell emanated from the remaining wine.

Arcueid's expression shifted, and he spoke instinctively.

"You added something to the drink..."

"A drop of my blood."

Samael raised a faint scratch on his index finger and announced the answer with a light laugh.

"I do not want……"

Arcueid pursed her lips, feeling a mixture of self-reproach and resistance.

"Stop, this is my own choice!"

Before the princess could finish speaking, Samael raised his hand to stop her and explained with a smile.

"According to the parliament's research, simply suppressing the blood-sucking urge is not a good way to deal with it. It is better to guide than to block. Taking a fixed amount of blood every once in a while may be more effective."

Immediately, before Arcueid could object, Samael blocked the other path.

"Besides, it's not free. Your salary will be paid with my blood from now on. It's less than the amount needed for one voluntary blood donation, and it will allow you to work for me for free. I'm the one who benefits. This way, I help both of us, and the problem is solved, isn't it?"

"But I'm afraid that one day..."

Arcueid's mind conjured up images of the blood-soaked, ruined city, the streets littered with corpses, and other cruel scenes. She ran her hands through her short, golden hair, feeling distressed and lost as she looked at the olive branch extended towards her.

"Then don't let yourself lose your way!"

Samael raised his voice solemnly, then placed his hand on Arcueid's shoulder and spoke leisurely to the still-hesitating princess.

“The corrupt Dead Apostles outside haven’t been dealt with yet, the reincarnation of Roya hasn’t been found, and your older sister is wandering around outside. There’s no such thing as true peace in this world. I’m counting on you for help, so drink my blood, and you’d better take responsibility for me…”

Hearing that sincere request, Arcueid was moved and looked up at the man in front of her, declaring righteously and solemnly.

"Yes, I will take responsibility for you!"

Samael glanced furtively at the pretty face under the moonlight, which was tense yet serious, and also showed a hint of cuteness and fun. He really wanted to ask her a question.

If you're responsible, is it a partial package or a full package?

"Bangdang..."

Just as the serpent of original sin, having once again successfully tricked the naive girl, began to have second thoughts, a crisp, strange noise came from the kitchen, startling the two people staring at each other back to their senses. They instinctively lowered their bodies and flanked the kitchen from the left and right.

As they drew closer, through the half-closed kitchen door, the two could see an unidentified creature resembling a small dog jumping onto the stove and wolfing down several large chicken legs.

Meanwhile, the very alert little guy also noticed the approaching people and turned around, letting out a low whimper that was hard to understand.

"Fuuuu?"

"Fufu!"

Hearing that familiar call, Samair immediately relaxed, turned on the kitchen light, grabbed the little creature that was stealing food from the stove, and ruffled its soft fur with both hands.

"You ungrateful bastard! You sneaked out and got into trouble with Altruic, then dumped the mess on me and ran away so fast!"

According to Martha's previous explanation, this restless little guy, out of curiosity, followed the rescue team into the Millennium City for a stroll, only to be spotted by a certain fanatical meatball enthusiast.

The possessive Eltrauge wanted to keep this cute little beast in the Thousand-Year City forever, as her private pet.

First, she was locked up in the Watchtower by Merlin, then she was tormented by Merlin, and finally she was assigned to guard the house by a certain unscrupulous snake, restricting her movement to Avalon Island. After much torment, she finally made it to the modern era where she was allowed to move freely, only to be captured and subjected to imprisonment play. Of course, Fou wouldn't stand for it.

Even beautiful females won't do!

And so, the man and the beast chased each other all the way from the ancient city to England.

Due to her animal instincts, Fufu realized the powerful threat posed by Altruchi. There were not many people in the world who could suppress this woman. Therefore, this seemingly harmless but actually cunning little thing chose a natural scapegoat.

That's right, Fufu's appearance in the park was not an accident, but rather a deliberate attempt to find Samael to take the blame and save her life.

However, by a twist of fate, he also attracted the attention of another nightmare demon surrounding Samael, which directly or indirectly caused a series of troubles.

Forced into a corner, Fufu had no choice but to make a quick getaway. Only after things calmed down did she dare to sneak out and enter the bar run by the zookeeper, begging for shelter and a meal.

There was nothing it could do; its intuition told it that the beautiful female who had her eye on it was still lingering nearby and hadn't left.

Of course, the clever little fellow wouldn't voice these thoughts, lest he suffer the consequences.

"Huh? Fufu? You actually came back!"

A moment later, Martha, who was also awake, followed the noise and went to the kitchen to find out what was going on. She was surprised to see the little guy in front of her.

Behind the purple-haired saintess, a half-blooded nightmare with disheveled hair, as if she had been subjected to inhuman torture, leaned against the door with her arms crossed. Upon discovering the small beast in the room, her expression immediately turned hostile.

"Fu-u~ Fu-u~"

At this moment, Fufu, who was very good at pretending to be stupid, blinked her bright purple eyes, lowered her head with a wronged expression, and gently rubbed against Samael's chest, just like a poor puppy that had returned home to find its owner.

Faced with this incredibly cute act, Samael raised his hand and gently patted the little guy's back, soothing him in a kind manner.

"By the way, didn't we say we were going to lure that person out?"

Then, the man turned to look at his companions around him, a pleasant smile curving his lips as he spoke in a low, thoughtful voice.

"I think I've got an idea..."

"You mean..."

The saintess, who knew Samael's character well, was the first to react. Following Samael's gaze, she looked down with a hint of pity in her eyes.

Suddenly, Fufu, who was being held in Samael's arms, felt all eyes on her and felt a chill run down her spine for no reason.

run!

The next moment, realizing something was wrong, the white-furred little beast suddenly jumped out of Samael's arms and decisively leaped toward the half-open window.

Snapped!

However, it was fast, but someone was faster. A claw reached out from behind and firmly grasped its bushy tail, pulling it up to its face. A smiling face that hid a knife gradually magnified in the innocent little beast's purple pupils.

"Fufu, you're already here, why are you running away..."

"Fuu!"

The white-furred little beast, now in the clutches of the devil, was pressed back into his arms. Unable to struggle, it could only whimper in a sorrowful and indignant voice, lodging its accusations.

Samael, you scum! You're trying to trick me again!

Chapter Sixty-Three: An Unexpected Romantic Encounter (4.2k)

Several days later, somewhere in the park.

“Fuu…Fuu…”

A harmless little white-furred animal, like a carefully bound piece of cured meat, was tied to a tree stump. It wandered back and forth, unable to break free of the rope. Finally, it lay down on the ground, listless, its head drooping, occasionally letting out a mournful whimper.

At this moment, behind a dense thicket of bushes, several heads huddled together, gazing into the distance, but their unfocused eyes betrayed a sense of bewilderment and weariness.

"Are you sure this method will really work?"

Finally, after a long silence, Natalia, who was the first to lose her patience, yawned and looked at Samael beside her.

"My plan should be correct."

"It's been two days and two nights already."

Martha hesitated before answering, her gaze intense.

"Why don't you wait any longer?"

Samael shrank back, answering somewhat guiltily.

"You'll have to wait for yourself!"

Natalia rolled her eyes and retorted without any politeness, then turned and hooked her arm around Martha's neck, asking a very philosophical question.