Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"So what?!"

Aozaki Touko's cold eyes stared silently at the authority figure in the family, a hint of rebellion that had been suppressed for more than ten years gradually rising in her gaze, and she spoke softly.

"Give up, I won't let Qingzi end up like me, being manipulated by you in the future..."

Before the shocked old man could speak again, Aozaki Touko raised her hand and made the final stroke on the magic circle diagram. Then, her lips moved and her right hand suddenly bent forward and grasped.

hum!

Instantly, the floating light patterns compressed, sealing the old and stubborn soul within the magic array.

In an instant, the runes that had been flashing before the girl gradually dimmed, and together with the magic circle, they vanished into nothingness.

The empty tea room returned to its tranquil state.

Phew, it's over.

Aozaki Touko murmured to herself, her usually gloomy and calm brows quietly relaxing.

The girl raised her orange eyes and looked around at the mess and filth on the ground, as well as the untidy tea set on the table. Her suppressed nature was released, and the corners of her lips curled up in a happy smile.

Now, no one is demanding that she tidy up these things.

A surge of rebellious satisfaction and inexplicable exhilaration welled up within her. It was as if the girl had finally lifted a mountain that had been weighing on her chest for over a decade. She recklessly tossed the broken piece of chalk in her hand in front of the severed corpse, bid farewell to the past, and turned to leave.

"Bang!"

However, the moment Aozaki Touko turned around, a piercing sound of shattering porcelain came from the courtyard, and two plates of tea and snacks rolled to the ground along with the shards of porcelain.

"You...you killed Grandpa!"

At this moment, Aozaki Aoko, who had woken up at some unknown time, stared in astonishment at her grandfather lying in a pool of blood in the tea room, and her sister standing in front of the door, holding a short sword and her clothes stained with blood. She stood there dumbfounded, her face full of disbelief.

Aozaki Touko frowned slightly upon hearing this, but her brows immediately relaxed. She glanced at her younger sister in the courtyard, curled her lips, and asked a teasing question.

"So what?"

Aozaki Aoko, her mind a complete mess, froze again, unsure how to respond.

Orange was somewhat disheartened by the dazed reaction, so she dropped the dagger that was meant to be the murder weapon, got up, and walked towards the door.

"You are not allowed to go!"

In the instant their figures crossed paths, Aozaki Aoko snapped back to reality and immediately raised her hand, intending to grab this cruel "patricide".

Snapped!

Even though Aozaki Touko instinctively dodged when faced with her younger sister who had excellent athletic ability, her black-rimmed glasses were unexpectedly pulled off her nose.

hum!

However, the next moment, their eyes met, and Aozaki Touko's eyes, no longer covered by her glasses, gleamed with a cold, eerie light.

In an instant, Aozaki Aoko's body froze in place, like a clay puppet, unable to move an inch.

The bewitching magic eyes possess the special ability to block the target's movements, which is another reason why Orange wears these glasses, besides her declining eyesight.

"boom!"

With her glasses ripped off, Aozaki Touko's temper became more irritable. She waved her right hand impatiently, sweeping the frozen Aozaki Aoko aside and revealing the door behind her.

"Next time we meet, I won't be so polite!"

With a cold snort, the cruel "patricide" didn't look at his sister again. He put his hands in his pockets, stepped over the threshold, and walked out of the strict and oppressive mansion without looking back.

Damn it, you killed Grandpa! You killed Grandpa! Why...did you do that?

Lying on the ground, Aozaki Aoko watched the receding figure, filled with grief and confusion. However, due to the lingering influence of the Demon Eye, she could only silently cry out and question in her heart, clutching the black-rimmed glasses that had been taken from her.

Soon, in a dark alley.

Aozaki Touko stepped out of the mansion, leaned against the wall, glanced at the house called "home," reached into her pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes she had bought on the street, tore open the packaging, bent down, picked up a cigarette, lit it, took a long drag, exhaled smoke rings, and looked thoughtful.

If it's not here, then only one answer remains.

The girl looked up and gazed wistfully in the direction her senior brother had left, her brow furrowing slightly. She casually tossed the half-burnt cigarette on the ground, and threw the newly opened pack of cigarettes into the trash can.

Sure enough, the taste isn't as good as the old brands.

Aozaki Touko straightened the trench coat she had brought from the safe house, stubbed out her cigarette, and got up to walk away.

Meanwhile, on the hillside in the suburbs.

The figure, who had been engaged in a fierce battle all night, paused slightly in the room, as if sensing something, and looked up at the window.

Arcueid, who was simple-minded on the right, immediately stopped what she was doing and looked at Samael expectantly.

Samael, you've recovered?

"Uh, it's recovered a bit, but it doesn't seem to be fully recovered..."

Samael snapped out of his daze, coughed dryly, and answered with a somewhat helpless expression, a faint glint in the depths of his dark eyes.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's continue!"

Having somehow broken free from her restraints, Eltrauge pounced on the man before her, transforming from a petite loli into a voluptuous mature woman. Her pink tongue licked her moist cherry lips, and her scarlet eyes were filled with lust.

"This time, it's my turn to be on top!"

"Get out of the way, I haven't lost yet!"

Zhu Yue, who intends to defeat her nemesis on another battlefield, is furious at Eltrucci's unruly interception.

"Alright, then I'll deal with you first!"

However, to the Moon King's surprise, the Black Princess, who had been vying for food, turned on the offensive and targeted her, pinning down her creator and groping her all over. She even maliciously blew air into her ear canal while teasing her.

"Now, it's my turn for revenge, Mother..."

Immediately, the explosive scene before him made Samael's mouth go dry. He then cunningly joined Altrucci's camp to suppress the rebellion of Zhu Yue and Arcueid.

A new round of war has begun.

Sunrise and sunset, light and darkness alternate.

This small-scale three-way battle only managed to come to a close after two days and two nights.

Of course, Samael assured Asclepius, the god of medicine, that he was not suffering from kidney deficiency, but rather that the time for the ritual was approaching.

Faced with the unfavorable situation, the seven-day, seven-night serpent had no choice but to end the battle prematurely, leaving with a sense of unfulfilled desire.

Arcueid, who had threatened to take responsibility for Samael's body, pressed for answers again.

"How's your recovery going?"

"Cough cough, I've recovered a bit, but it doesn't seem like I'm fully recovered."

Samael withdrew his gaze from the jade-like body lying on the bed, coughed dryly, and answered casually.

"However, it's more than enough to deal with the situation in Misaki City..."

The ancient serpent's voice grew lower and lower, its eyes gleaming faintly as it looked down at the city below the mountain.

It's almost time.

Half an hour later, Samael, dressed, came to the basement, stood on the steps, and looked at the humanoid creature in the center that was healing. He raised his hand to stroke his chin and asked with a playful expression.

"What do you think is the best way to deal with you?"

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, the lying corpse, A Liangjuningzi, suddenly sat up in shock from his deathbed. He knelt down with his knees together, raised his head and chest, and placed his hands together on his thighs in a seated posture. Then, he put his hands in a V-shape forward and leaned forward, raising his upper body until his forehead hit the ground. He performed a very standard "Shixiazu" (a traditional Chinese greeting) in front of Samael and shouted very decisively.

"I surrender!"

"Ahem, I can see that you're very sincere."

Samael smacked his lips, coughed, and nodded, but his gaze couldn't help but fall on the Blood Ancestor who was lying on the ground and had decisively surrendered.

Due to the excessive force of the movement, the wretched Blood Ancestor, draped in tattered strips of cloth, revealed large expanses of fair and translucent skin, her body's curves almost completely exposed, exuding an alluring sinfulness.

"So, you've forgiven my offense?"

Unaware that she had exposed herself, A-liang Juningzi quickly looked up to check, her face, still bearing the marks of bruising, filled with excitement.

"The saying goes, 'No friendship without a fight.' To talk about offending someone would be too formal."

Samael was very generous and warmly helped A Liangjuningzi, who was kneeling on the ground apologizing, to her feet, while also handing her a scroll with a smile.

"From now on, we're all family. Come on, sign this contract."

Just as A-liang Juningzi was overjoyed, she looked at the ancient scroll that was placed in front of her and the contract written on it in alternating cuneiform runes, runes, and Hebrew. Her smile froze instantly.

Although she didn't graduate from a law school, she could spot seventeen or eighteen wording traps in the contract with just a glance (in fact, Samael had buried 666 traps in the contract).

In terms of content, it is even more stringent. Compared to it, Japan's lifetime employment contract is a thousand times more conscientious.

Moreover, the strong sense of constraint from above told A Liangjuningzi that as long as she signed this thing, she would truly become one of his family.

However, the other side is the big boss, and whatever they say goes.

Realizing that this was a blatantly shady contract, A-Liang-Jun-Ning-Zi felt a sense of resistance and her gaze wandered.

She's just surrendering, not planning to sell herself and ruin herself.

"Why, don't you want to?"

Samael's expression turned cold, and he spoke in a low voice.

"Fufu..."

"Sign! I sign!"

Instantly, that nightmarish name sent a chill down the spine of the tormented A-Liang Juningzi. She nodded hastily, tears welling in her eyes, and hurriedly agreed.

Samael's expression quickly changed, from anger to laughter, and he asked in a very considerate and "kind" manner.

"Is it okay if I force you?"

"I did it voluntarily!"

"That's a good girl, remember to use blood."

"Um……"

Arakaji Ningko accepted this despicable demonic contract, and under the kind gazes of Samael and Fufu, she bit her fingertip and wrote down her true name in humiliation.

As the last stroke was made, A-liang Juningzi felt a faint burning and stinging sensation from the back of her left shoulder. Looking back, she saw a snake-shaped engraving with its head and tail connected appear on her skin, and then quietly fade away.

"Welcome to the Dark Council family, number 1192."

Immediately afterward, before A Liangjuningzi could react, the unscrupulous boss decisively pulled away the demon contract and threw it into the spatial barrier. Then, he smiled and raised his hand to pull the new member up from the ground, giving him a warm welcome.

Number 1192? So you've already tricked over a thousand people into working for you?

In an instant, A-Liang Juningzi felt a mixture of joy and worry, her emotions were complicated.

Although I'm not the only one who got tricked into this mess, why do I feel so cheap?

After all, I am a Blood Ancestor.

"Alright, hurry up and pack your things. We need to get to Misaki City ahead of time to attend tomorrow's Mass."

After cleaning up the remaining mess in the basement, Samael stood up, clapped his hands in satisfaction, gave a few instructions, and turned to walk out the door.

Mass?

A Liangjun Ningzi pondered the keyword for a moment, then a flash of inspiration struck her, and she suddenly understood.

That's it!

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Chapter 101 The Time Management Master (4.6k words)

Misaki City, suburbs, safe house.

As soon as Samael entered, he smelled a strong odor of smoke. Looking around, he saw a pile of cigarette butts in the glass ashtray on the table, along with seven or eight empty beer cans and several takeout containers for ochazuke (rice with tea) and beef rice bowls, making the place quite messy.

What happened to Orange? Why is she becoming more and more unrestrained?

Seeing this messy scene, the ancient snake couldn't help but raise its hand to its forehead and mutter to itself.

Samael, unable to bear it any longer, quickly drew the curtains, opened the windows to ventilate the room, sorted the trash and debris into garbage bags, and even sprayed air freshener several times.

While tidying up, a note under a beer can and a line of runic coded language scribbled on it while drunk caught Samael's eye.

"Six o'clock in the evening, shopping street, Ahnenerbe coffee shop, table number three."