Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

They are the founders of the "Witch's Tea Party," and are considered to be at the "pinnacle," living fossils who have existed in the world since the birth of the witch hunt.

The witches immediately became alert, their eyes revealing a hint of awe and fear.

Even Lydia, who wanted to report something, obediently turned around and sat up straight, looking down at her nose and mind, like a good student.

After all, the feeling of having her mind manipulated was awful, and she didn't want to experience it a second time.

Meanwhile, in the corner, the fairytale monster [Mad Hatter], who was supposed to replace Kuonji Yuzu to coordinate the tea party and entertain the witches, glanced at a small tentacle and a keyhole on the foreheads of the two chief witches, raised his hand to his forehead, and his mouth twitched violently.

It really is the two of you!

But soon, Samael glanced at the two young girls in Western-style dresses beside him and regained his composure, like an old monk in deep meditation, with a detached expression that showed he was not surprised by anything.

In fact, even before seeing these two little guys, he had a vague premonition about the true nature of the "Witch's Tea Party".

Because he knew that little girl named Alice; she was the poor thing he had saved.

During an air raid at the end of World War II, this little British girl named "Alice" was seriously injured and was on the verge of death.

In her original destiny, she was to have her lifespan extended for research purposes after magic circuits were discovered in her body, and eventually die in agony for several years.

But perhaps it was fate's favor, for Samael, who was passing through the ruins of the battlefield, heard the faint call that was buried under the rubble.

After being pulled from the rubble, Alice received medical treatment and, while recuperating at the Parliament Hospital, received a colorful picture book to pass the time—Mother Goose Tales.

The gift he gave her back then seems to be the book that Alice is holding now.

Perhaps this should be called... a blessing?

The ancient serpent muttered to itself for a moment, then its gaze quietly shifted to the two witches who were the chief.

Having guessed Alice's identity, Samael had a vague idea of ​​the true origin of this "Witch's Tea Party".

Now, it's just that our conjecture has been confirmed.

Yes, just as I see it.

Lavinia and Abigail, those two little ones who used to cling to her side, are the leaders of the "Witch's Tea Party," the infamous "Summit Witch."

Samael himself is the boss of these witches' bosses.

In a sense, he was essentially infiltrating his own company's department-level offices under an assumed name while acting as the chairman of the board...

This dramatic scene left Samael somewhat bewildered, his expression a bit strange.

Well, this scene, this atmosphere, seems a bit awkward.

Chapter 87 Ayumi's NTR (4.3k)

"I've summoned you all because there's an urgent matter that requires your assistance."

As the scene calmed down, Abigail's face tightened, and she spoke seriously.

The witches straightened up and immediately abandoned their usual laziness at the exchange meetings, listening attentively.

“A few days ago, a key intelligence officer of the council went missing in Misaki City. We are doing everything we can to find him!”

Abigail pondered for a moment, then looked around before fixing her gaze on Kuonji Yuju.

"Robin, I remember you're currently living in Misaki City?"

"Ah."

Although Kuonji Yuju didn't like the code name, she nodded seriously out of respect for the two founders.

"Alright, you'll be in full charge of this search and rescue operation!"

Abigail was overjoyed to receive an affirmative answer.

"Find him within two days. During this time, you have the authority to mobilize all the nearby witch sisters. Moreover, if necessary, Lavinia and I can assist you!"

Upon hearing this, the witches' expressions changed slightly, and their strange gazes converged on Kuonji Yuzu, who sat at the end of the table looking somewhat bewildered.

With Abigail's promise, it's equivalent to Kuonji Aratama, this new generation witch, having the right to mobilize all her companions, and even command two top witches who have existed for six hundred years.

All of this was solely for the purpose of finding a missing intelligence officer.

Kuonji Yuju pondered for a moment, then asked earnestly.

"What should I do after I find him?"

"Protect him and give him all the help he needs! After you make contact, he will be your superior. Do whatever he says!"

Lavinia stood up to answer, her eyes filled with seriousness.

"Is he really that important, just an intelligence officer?"

Lydel, the Coal Witch, couldn't help but mutter to herself, voicing the doubts in the minds of the witches, while also showing a hint of indignation on behalf of her friend.

"Of course!"

Unlike Abigail's gentle and conciliatory tone, Lavinia was not so good-natured. She raised her eyes and looked at Kuonji Yuzu with a deep gaze, crossed her arms, and spoke directly.

"Robin, if necessary, you must protect him, even at the cost of your own life! This is not a discussion, it is an order!"

Surprisingly, they're being so tough?

The witches exchanged glances, shocked, and some even looked at each other in bewilderment.

"I understand."

Kuonji Yuju remained silent for a moment, then nodded seriously, decisively accepting her fate, completely ignoring her friend Lydel who was frantically giving her meaningful glances.

The Kuonji family is not a family of magicians; only her mother possesses magician blood. Joining the "Witch's Tea Party" is to take over her mother's position.

My mother said that their witch bloodline seems to have originated in England.

Legend has it that two witch hunts more than 600 years ago turned witches into pariahs, and it was the council's shelter and protection that saved many persecuted witches from suffering.

Most of our ancestors were among them.

Later, the witches, grateful for this, formed a private organization called the Witches' Tea Party, which was subordinate to the council.

Since this task was assigned by the council, the witch lineage, as recipients of grace, naturally has an inescapable responsibility.

Then, adhering to the principle of doing her best, Kuonji Yuju continued to ask questions.

"Please provide me with as much information as possible about him."

“Samael! His name is Samael!”

Abigail couldn't wait to speak, her tone proud and excited, her eyes sparkling as if she were showing off her favorite toy.

The Mad Hatter, who was wandering around the dining table in the corner, busy pouring tea for the witches, stumbled and almost fell over.

After all that fuss, all that trouble, the missing intelligence officer these two girls are looking for is me?

Realizing the true purpose behind Abigail and Lavinia's witch tea party, Samael, walking right into the line of fire, nearly exposed himself.

Fortunately, the fairytale monster he played, the Mad Hatter, was a neurotic character.

Therefore, the witches didn't pay much attention to the waiter's lapse in behavior.

The ancient snake calmly stood firm and continued to pour tea for its witch subordinates, feeling somewhat amused and exasperated.

Intelligence officer? Fine, at least they've saved me some face. It's kind of them to cover for me. Whatever you say goes.

Kuonji Arisu, who is rigid and stubborn but also very responsible, asks a serious question.

Do you have any more specific information?

Abigail thought for a moment, her blinking blue eyes overflowing with colorful reminiscence, and she described it with gestures and movements.

"His hair was black, and his eyes were also black, a pair of vertical eyes like a snake's. He had a gentle smile, and he was very handsome..."

"cough!"

"It feels cool to the touch, and it smells wonderful..."

"Cough! Cough!"

"I usually like it when he touches me..."

Lavinia, whose face was gradually turning black and who was almost coughing up her lungs, saw that her hints were ineffective and immediately took measures to forcefully stop the situation. She covered the little witch's mouth with her hand and dragged her back to her seat.

However, Abigail, who was abruptly interrupted by her friend, protested somewhat indignantly.

"Why won't you let me say it? You clearly like being touched by Samael too... Waaah..."

Lavinia's pale face flushed crimson, almost dripping blood. She gritted her teeth and pressed down on her best friend, who was frantically exposing herself.

At this moment, the witches were completely silent, exchanging bewildered glances, their eyelids twitching wildly.

It seems I've heard something extraordinary. No wonder finding that intelligence officer requires the combined power of all the witches.

So, there's another layer of relationship.

However, I can understand. No matter how powerful a witch is, she is still a woman after all, and over the long course of life, she will always have needs...

Seeing the increasingly strange gazes and ambiguous expressions of the witches, Samael's lips twitched violently, and he clutched his forehead in pain.

I'm telling you two, either don't say a word, or can you at least finish what you're saying?

Just as the ancient snake was experiencing the intense shame of being killed by the company, Lavinia, who had freed her hands, opened her palm and decisively transmitted the image and information of the "intelligence officer" to Kuonji Yuzu.

"I'm counting on you to find them! Report any news to us immediately!"

The more mature forbidden witch, after arranging the next move, grabbed Abigail, who was still somewhat unwilling to give up and wanted to share her wonderful experiences. Her figure blurred and disappeared into the dissipating mist, leaving a group of witches staring at each other in disbelief.

With the departure of the two top witches, and the witches stunned by the series of explosive news, they quickly took their leave under the pretext of searching for the intelligence officer.

Soon, the tea party also drew to a close and came to an end.

Soon, the pervasive mist gradually thinned, and the green lawn, castle, and river twisted and shattered one after another. Accompanied by a moment of disorientation and a feeling of weightlessness, the two were suddenly back to the place where they started. The garden was in complete disarray, and Aoko, who had been ambushed and knocked unconscious by Kuonji Yuzu, was still lying on the ground. The disguise that had been attached to the two of them gradually dissipated as the tea party ended.

Although her body had returned, the thought of Samael's bold declaration at the tea party made her feel somewhat numb.

If word gets out, I wonder if Jeanne Alter, who usually adores children, will come and skewer me and roast me alive?

Thinking of this, the ancient snake, feeling a little uneasy, couldn't help but swallow hard.

At this moment, behind Samael, a slender figure hesitated for a moment before slowly approaching, its fair fingers and palms rising gracefully.

"Didn't we agree that after this job, we'd be even?"

However, Samael was very vigilant. Before the threat behind him could retaliate, he turned around and glared at Kuonji Yuzu, who was approaching with clearly ill intentions.

"What, you want to back out?"

Kuonji Yuju glanced at Samael and answered expressionlessly.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, but the search for that person is a secret and cannot be leaked, so I still need to erase your recent memories."

As she spoke, the witch made a fist with her right hand, and the iconic "Forgetfulness Spell" the size of a watermelon reappeared in her palm.

"Again?!"

Samael raised his hand to his forehead and groaned in pain.

"There's nothing I can do about this. You'd better stand still and not move around. I'll try my best to be careful."

Seeing that this outsider who had cooperated with her acting was about to suffer an undeserved disaster, Kuonji Yuju felt somewhat guilty and couldn't help but soften her tone and comfort him with pursed lips.

"This isn't your fault. Blame that incompetent intelligence officer. He just went and disappeared in Misaki City, causing such a mess. He's utterly useless."

Upon hearing this, Samael's forehead veins throbbed, and he took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a sinister light.

"Before casting the Oblivion Charm, may I make a request?"

"what?"

"Do you remember what characteristics the person you're looking for had?"

"Black hair, black eyes, pupils with snake-like features, must be very good-looking..."

Kuonji Yuju thought for a moment and answered seriously.

Samael smiled with narrowed eyes and pointed to himself.

"Do I look like one?"

"It seems... a bit..."

Kuonji Yuzu surrounded Samael, scrutinized him for a moment, and nodded somewhat uncertainly in a drawn-out tone.

Samael's smile grew even brighter as he spoke in a mocking tone.