Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Seeing that her feigned weakness had worked, Eltrauge looked smug. She immediately raised her forearm and, taking advantage of the surprise, flipped herself up and pinned Samael down.

Chi Chi!

However, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound behind her, Eltrauge suddenly felt her hands and feet stiffen, her limbs being bound and pulled outward by a sudden, strange force. In an instant, she regained the upper hand. Princess Black, who was riding on Samael's waist, was tightly bound by dense red and black rune chains, hanging in mid-air like a butterfly helplessly fluttering on a spider web.

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you that I helped tidy up the house while you were taking a shower. You're welcome."

"..."

Upon realizing that she had been tricked from beginning to end, Altrouge pursed her cherry lips, scrunched up her face, and couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat.

At that moment, Samael slowly sat up from the bed, looked at Eltruchi hanging in front of him with amusement, and explained with a smile.

In fact, when it comes to combat skills, Samael is not only adept at close combat, but also possesses expertise in the source runes of various pantheons.

As a test-taker from a small town in his previous life, he has a good sensitivity to words. Even though he wasn't very hardworking in the Age of Gods, his learning ability was still quite good.

Therefore, I systematically studied the cuneiform patterns of Mesopotamia, the Titan inscriptions of the Aegean Sea, the runes of Norse mythology, and the Eugen script of the Celts. Over the long years, I also explored Roman script, Persian script, Egyptian script, and Latin incantations.

Among them, he was most skilled in wedge-shaped runes and runes. Back then, in order to cooperate with Odin and expand the influence of the Norse pantheon to the Irish Islands, he also served as the rune teacher of Scáthach, the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom, for a period of time.

Therefore, trying to outsmart him with rune traps is like a primary school student testing a university professor.

"Heh, you think I wouldn't be prepared if I dared to get into your bed?"

After a series of extreme struggles, the scumbag snake, having once again successfully tricked Altrouge, was in a good mood and laughed even more heartily.

At the same time, a long, purplish-red whip materialized in the man's raised hand.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

A moment later, before Altrouge could react, a series of crisp popping sounds rang out. After a brief period of numbness, a burning pain shot through her buttocks.

Eltrauge was stunned at first, then suddenly snapped out of her daze. Her teeth chattered, and her scarlet eyes seemed to spit fire. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she bared her teeth and claws and launched a counterattack.

"Samael, you pervert, how dare you hit me! You're dead when I get out of here!"

"Clap!"

"Damn it, I'll remember this grudge."

"Clap clap clap!"

"Oh dear, how can you treat a lady like this? Put me down first, and we'll make peace..."

"Clap clap clap!"

"I……"

Eltrauge grimaced and hissed, her neck stiff and her expression filled with grief and indignation. But when Black Princess's gaze fell upon that smiling face and drew closer, her small body, suspended in mid-air, involuntarily trembled.

She felt that her buttocks were almost completely raw.

Under the repeated lashes of justice, Eltrauge finally succumbed to the serpent's tyranny. She pouted her cherry lips, like a little girl who had suffered endless heartache and bitterness, and obediently lowered her proud head. Her indignant tone even carried a hint of aggrieved sobs.

"I...I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have lied to you, I shouldn't have tried to take advantage of you..."

Samael nodded, a bright smile on his face, and then...

Clap clap clap clap!

"I already apologized, so why did you hit me again, and... even harder than last time!"

After being beaten again, Eltrauge was stunned for a moment before she could react. She was filled with grief and indignation.

Samael spread his hands, blinked innocently, and smiled kindly.

"Actually, I still prefer your rebellious side..."

"..."

Eltluch felt her blood rush to her head, wishing she could break free of her restraints and tear this bastard who was clearly trying to fool her into pieces!

No, one hundred dollars!

Looking at the thousand-year-old city princess who seemed to have suffered a great injustice, Samael smiled, his eyes calm.

"If I didn't have the ability to protect myself, I might not be in a much better situation than you. So, accept the consequences of your bet and don't make yourself look like a victim."

Faced with this undeniable fact, Altrouge was speechless. She pursed her cherry lips and remained silent for a moment. Then, Black Princess regained her proud demeanor, her face resolute, and she glared fiercely at Samael in front of the bed.

"You'd better kill me now, or I'll make you pay when I get out!"

"Kill you? How could I? I'm a very fair person!"

Samael shook his head repeatedly, then smiled and took out a scroll written with World Tree leaves and runes, with serpentine markings along the edges, and slowly unfurled it.

"Good girl, as long as you sign this contract and become my contract holder, we'll call it even."

Previously, this princess of the ancient city wanted to turn him into her first embrace, who obeyed her commands. Now, she wants to turn this unstable element into a servant loyal to the demon. It is just as the old saying goes, "fortune's wheel turns," which is indeed very fair.

In fact, this was Samael's real purpose in choosing to half-heartedly go along with this charade with Eltruchi.

Unlike the simple-minded White Princess, Black Princess has a distinct personality and a lot of social experience. She is not as easily fooled as the latter and is willing to honestly integrate into human society and work for the council.

The existence of the Dead Apostle King is ultimately an unstable factor for the world.

Moreover, Eltrauge's identity as a descendant of the Crimson Moon bloodline forced Samael to reconsider.

Just in case, the safest strategy is to use some means to restrain Eltrucci.

However, because she was very resentful about her failure, Altrouge couldn't help but feel angry and changed her mind again, refusing to bow her head and sign the contract with the devil.

Samael was not angry. He smiled and picked up the whip, preparing to carry out re-education.

"Wait a minute, I...I...I need to think about it carefully..."

Altruchi, who had initially been roused to some pride, was terrified when she saw someone approaching with ill intent. Her face turned deathly pale, and her voice became stammering and trembling.

"It's okay, you can take your time to think about it. You must hold on, we have plenty of time..."

Samael smiled broadly, his eyes full of encouragement, and the magic whip in his hand crackled.

Damn it, who gives advice like that!

Hearing that "friendly" comfort, Eltrauge felt like crying but couldn't.

"Stop! I..."

Soon, unable to withstand the pressure, Blackie was about to give up and accept her fate when Samael, who was standing in front of the bed, suddenly stopped, looked at her resentfully, and then slipped and fell backward onto the bed in a pose that combined soccer diving and Olympic gymnastics.

In an instant, seemingly due to the influence of the Qi, Eltrauge felt the rune chains binding her limbs begin to stagnate.

good chance!

With a thought, Hei Ji swung her arm with all her might, broke the chains, and landed on the figure that had fallen onto the bed.

"boom!"

At the same time, a muffled explosion was heard, accompanied by flying sawdust. Three figures burst through the door with lightning speed, subdued the target who was about to commit violence in front of the bed, and pinned him to the cold ground.

Bounty hunter Natalia, Saint Martha, and... Arcueid...

Completely bewildered, Eltrauge looked at the three women who were aggressively holding her down, then stiffly turned her head to glance at a terrified "victim" on the bed. She immediately understood everything and was overcome with grief.

Samael, you son of a bitch...

Moments later, Lady Black Princess, who had been freed for less than three seconds, was once again bound tightly and her magic was sealed back down.

Immediately afterwards, a snake demonstrated to Eltrauge what a true acting master looks like.

"I thought that because of this fate, we would become good friends, but I never expected that all she coveted was my blood and her tricks on Arcueid."

Samael glanced sadly at Eltrauge, who was bound like a dumpling in the corner, her face full of sorrow and lament. This made everyone indignant, and they all offered comforting looks to the victim. Arcueid felt even more guilty.

After all, in the process of tracing the case, a certain unscrupulous snake not only cleaned up his own dirty deeds of fighting back and harassing someone's sister, but also shifted the blame to the conflict between the two princesses of the Millennium City, blaming it on the fact that Eltraki came to seek revenge and intended to turn him into the Embrace.

In the end, Samael took several deep breaths to calm himself, raised his hand to gently grasp Arcueid's slightly cool fingers, and smiled warmly.

"Arquette, I'm fine. After all, she's your sister. How to handle this is up to you. We respect your choice in any case."

Under the watchful eyes of the public, a shining image of repaying evil with kindness and understanding others came into view.

Whether it's Natalia, who's seen it all before, or Arcueid, who's innocent and naive, they can't help but be moved by this thoughtfulness.

As for Martha, she secretly rolled her eyes, silently made the sign of the cross on her chest, and prayed for the forgiveness of the Lord for a certain sinful demon.

After all, having been by someone's side for over a hundred years, she knew this guy's character all too well.

To sum it up in one sentence—I don't believe you for a second!

However, Arcueid, who had not yet figured out the true nature of the person, was naturally deeply moved by this kindness. After pondering for a long time, she pursed her lips and came to Arcueid, looking quietly at her older sister with a deep voice and a serious expression.

“Altrud, as the last remaining bloodline of the Thousand-Year City, you are my last remaining family. I can let you go, as long as you swear in the name of Brunstad that you will never set foot in Cornwall again, and never lay a hand on Samael again…”

Altruchi, who had loosened her restraints a little, felt extremely aggrieved. Looking at her younger sister, she raised her eyebrows defiantly.

"What if I say no?"

"I will kill you."

When that calm voice came, Eltrauge's face stiffened, her scalp tingled, and her bloodshot eyes narrowed. She then turned her head away and groaned softly.

"Fine, fine, I promise you..."

Having received an affirmative answer, Arcueid didn't say anything more and casually broke the rune chains on Arcueid's body.

"Hmph, you won this round, I have nothing to say, but sooner or later..."

Having escaped, Hei Ji was not happy. Undeterred, she surveyed the room, her gaze lingering on someone's face for a moment. She gritted her teeth in resentment, then coldly uttered some polite words, turned, smashed through the window, and disappeared into the night sky.

Finally, it's over. What a memorable date!

Samael gazed at the disappearing traces of the night sky, shook his head, and a hint of helplessness and regret appeared in his eyes.

It has to be said that Eltrauge's life was really good; she was just a little short.

As the farce ended, Samael was smoothly escorted back to the bar with the help of the three men.

After sending Altruchi away, the group enjoyed a rare period of peace and tranquility in the days that followed.

Led by a certain lazy boss, the group spent their days strolling around the streets and their evenings drinking and enjoying delicious food, living a very comfortable life. Arcueid, who spent all his time hiding in his room watching TV series, and Natalia, who would come over to freeload whenever she had nothing to do, practically wore their contentment on their faces.

However, Martha, his old subordinate, has been preoccupied lately for some reason. She keeps lingering in front of him, and several times she looks like she wants to say something but doesn't.

Here we go again...

In the empty bar, the afternoon sun shone in, radiating warmth. Samael, who was taking a nap in a deck chair, stretched comfortably, removed the fashion magazine covering his face, and half-sat up to look at the purple-haired saintess walking down the stairs towards him.

But as the ancient snake looked up, a hint of amazement appeared in its eyes.

Today, Martha is completely different from her usual simple and capable style. She is dressed in a white gauze dress, with her long purple hair cascading over her shoulders. The wooden cross hanging on her chest is pressed back and forth by the cleavage on both sides, creating a striking contrast with her fair skin. She exudes both flawless holiness and tempting allure.

The distance of her steps and the amplitude of her arm swings further revealed her gentle and graceful temperament.

Hmm, it works!

Seeing a look of surprise and appreciation on her boss's face, and that he was actually starting to look her up and down seriously, Martha couldn't help but curl her lips into a smug smile and quickly stepped forward.

"Click..."

But this elegance didn't last long. The Holy Maiden, overjoyed, stumbled and nearly fell.

Samael noticed that Marda was wearing high heels today.

And now, it seems she accidentally stepped on the heel and broke it...

Seeing that she had made a fool of herself, Martha's head immediately steamed, her pretty face turned red, and she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Just as the saintess was about to turn around and run upstairs to avoid this almost fatal scene, a gentle voice came.

"Don't move, let me see..."

With a moment of mental confusion, Martha was helped to a recliner by Samael, who came over and sat her down. Instead of the floor, she was walking on soft cotton.

Then, the man bent down, lifted the saintess's smooth ankle, and gently removed the tattered pearl-white high heel from it. He examined it carefully for a moment, then looked up with satisfaction.

"It's alright, it's just that the heel is broken. Sit down for a bit, I might be able to fix it."

"Um……"

Martha lowered her head and made a muffled nasal sound, quite different from her usual carefree demeanor. And vaguely, her exposed ankles seemed to be burning with a strange sensation.

Samael felt the gazes that kept falling on him. While rummaging through shoe glue to repair his high heels, he casually asked a question.

"Martha, what's wrong with you lately? Is something on your mind?"

"Yes, about Altruchi..."