Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"It's obvious that Orange cares about you a lot."

Just as Samael was lost in thought, Kuonji Yuzu, carrying a tray, came out of the living room, stood behind the man, pondered quietly, and handed him a cup of black tea.

The ancient snake took the cup, took a small sip, and blurted out a question that came to mind on a whim.

"how about you?"

Upon hearing this, Kuonji Yuju's hand trembled, and the tea set in the tray rattled, making a soft clattering sound.

"Your mind is in turmoil."

Samael propped his chin up with one hand, looking at the somewhat embarrassed witch with a half-smile, teasing her.

"Tch, you just didn't hold on tight enough. Only an orange would be fooled by you. I wouldn't fall for someone like you!"

Kuonji Yuju gritted her teeth and glared angrily at a certain philandering playboy.

"That's right, so never fall for me."

Samael nodded approvingly, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

According to the origins of mythology, the snake is the embodiment of temptation and desire, and it is most capable of arousing the deepest desires in people's hearts.

For beings like gods and fantasy creatures, the impact is not significant, but for humans, whom he personally led from Eden to corruption, Samael often possesses an invisible attraction.

Therefore, sometimes the surge of affection is so hard to control, but not everyone is suitable to accompany him into the abyss and break through the boundaries of worldly ethics.

"I……"

Whether the witch understood the admonition or not, she remained silent for a long time. Just as she was about to speak, a car horn sounded outside the door, followed by a crisp knock.

"Someone's here, I'll go open the door!"

Kuonji Yuju, who had been struggling with her dilemma, breathed a sigh of relief and quickly put down the tray and turned around.

What's going on tonight? Why does this place feel more lively than a wet market?

Samael snapped out of his daze, shaking his head and muttering to himself.

As the door opened, a figure dressed in casual sportswear with long purple hair came into view.

"Marda? What brings you here?"

The ancient serpent was slightly taken aback when it saw the Iron Fist Saintess appear before it.

"What else can I do? You've been playing around in Misaki City for long enough. The higher-ups can't wait any longer and want me to bring you back quickly."

Martha stormed into the courtyard, giving her lazy boss a disapproving look.

Samael took a sip of his drink and answered casually.

"Why go back? I'm fine here, don't worry."

"What are you doing? Get to work!"

Upon hearing this, the Iron Fist Saintess's forehead veins bulged, and she grabbed the beer on the table, chugging it down in one go. Then, she slammed the beer on the table in a fit of rage, her eyes blazing with fury.

"Do you know that while you were missing, we were the ones covering for you? The council now has a huge backlog of work waiting for you to do!"

That's mine...

Samael looked at the crushed beer can, opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't utter a sound in front of Marda, who was in a rage.

Seeing that her boss, who had been skipping work so much, was showing a decent attitude in admitting his mistake, Her Highness finally loosened her clenched fist and pointed to the alleyway outside the door, illuminated by car headlights.

"The car's outside, when do we leave?"

"Ahem, how about we wait a couple of days? I'm here..."

"For matters that have not yet been properly arranged, the council will appoint a special person to handle them."

Martha spoke calmly, ruthlessly blocking someone's path of trickery and deception.

"It's so late, let's at least talk about it when it's light."

Samael nodded dejectedly, glancing resentfully at his straightforward subordinate who had come to urge him to finish the work, seemingly resigned to his fate.

"Alright, let's set off at dawn."

Upon hearing the definite answer, Martha's expression softened slightly. Under the arrangement of Yuju from Kuonji Temple, she got up and went into an empty bedroom to rest for a while and wait for dawn.

Immediately, Samael, who was sitting in front of the stone table, got up and closed the door. His gaze swept over the corner of the alley, where a figure was crouching in the corner holding a violin case. He twitched his lips, somewhat speechless.

You're really persistent, aren't you? You're determined to go against me, aren't you?

It doesn't matter. Since we're willing to wait, let's just wait.

The ancient snake muttered to itself, then decisively locked the door and bolted it shut, deciding to avoid seeing or hearing about it.

As she turned around, Yuju Kuonji, having settled Martha, looked at Samael with a wistful gaze and posed the question that had been on her mind.

"Who was that just now?"

"My colleague."

Samael blinked and answered without changing his expression.

Kuonji Yuju's eyes showed suspicion, and his voice rose in pitch.

"Just colleagues?"

"Uh, maybe..."

Upon hearing that hesitant response, the witch understood, gave her superior a deep look, and offered her sincere assessment.

"You are a real scumbag."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"..."

This time, it actually confused Kuonji Aratsu.

Is this what they mean by "as long as I have no morals, no one can judge me morally"?

Seeing that she couldn't get that scoundrel to repent, Kuonji Yuju was at a loss for words. In a fit of anger, she snatched back the half-finished cup of tea that Samael had been drinking, picked up the tray, and turned to go back into the house.

I only acted like a demon, so why get so angry?

Samael shrugged helplessly and continued drinking.

As night fell, the commotion in the living room finally subsided after a struggle for the bedroom.

My three girlfriends, Yuzhu, Chengzi, and Qingzi, have firmly occupied the master bedroom.

Due to limited space, the sisters Kurohime and Shirohime share a room; the sisters Yuika and Ritsuka also stay together.

Arakaku Neko, who had a criminal record, was forced to squeeze in with Sesshouin Kiara, who came to her door.

Seeing the girls huddled together to sleep, Samael, left alone in his empty room, could only sigh and drink alone through the long night.

A pair of vertical pupils, surveying the surroundings, gleamed eerily in the shadows.

Finally, the night ended and dawn broke.

"boom!"

A hurried figure, as usual, burst through the door and rushed into the room.

"Get up! It's time to come back with me..."

However, the words were cut short before they could be finished.

Martha entered the room, looked at the empty bed, glanced around, picked up the note on the table, and examined it.

In an instant, the saintess's gaze turned murderous, and her hand holding the note trembled slightly.

"What does it say? Let me see."

Arcueid and the others, who had become familiar with Martha, came closer and watched curiously.

Suddenly, a line of elegant, flowing handwriting came into view.

"The world is so big, I want to see it."

That damn bastard!

The group exchanged bewildered glances for a moment, then realized what was happening and couldn't help but grit their teeth in anger.

To put it simply, someone shamelessly stood them up and then fled to avoid punishment.

Chapter 118 Our Loli, Please Accept Her (6.5k)

"What? That guy ran away! Damn it, he promised to come with me to study at the Clock Tower! I even bought the plane tickets!"

At the Kuonji residence, Aozaki Touko, returning home after finishing her chores, was immediately met with the devastating news that someone had stood her up. She was furious, her brows furrowed and her teeth clenched.

"Me too! We already agreed to go back to the bar together and take me and Abby on vacation!"

"He also said he would accompany me to visit the Thousand-Year City."

"Is the Witch's Tea Party mission considered complete? What happens to my points?"

"He even promised me a promotion and a raise..."

"You all need to step back a bit. Forget about taking a vacation, we haven't slept for seven days straight. Our office is practically buried under files that need to be processed!"

For a time, the deceived women chattered amongst themselves, listing the empty promises of this scoundrel. Their similar experiences made them feel a sense of shared indignation, and they angrily denounced him in unison.

Pah, you scum!

The women, growing angrier with each passing thought, listed out one accusation after another against the pigeon god, launching a fierce denunciation meeting.

"I can't take it anymore! I'm going on strike! I'm taking a vacation! Even God has to abide by the Labor Basic Law!"

"We absolutely cannot let him get away so easily!"

"That's right! We must bring him back!"

"For my travel plans!"

"My points and magic materials!"

"And my insurance policy! Your family's speaker has run away, who's going to approve it for me?"

However, as a resentful complaint was uttered, the lively atmosphere froze instantly, and all eyes focused on Ritsuka Shuse.

As strange gazes fell upon him, Zhou Se Ritsuka got goosebumps all over his body, shrank back, crossed his arms warily, and stammered out his question.

"Why are you all staring at me like that? Like some crazy woman..."

"You just mentioned... [the Speaker]?"

Aozaki Touko, with her keen senses, was the first to react, her eyes darting around and her expression turning unfriendly.

“Is there…?”

The oblivious investigator, speaking in a drawn-out tone, noticed that as figures gathered around her, even the dim-witted Ritsuka Zhou Se realized the crux of the matter. She immediately widened her eyes, shook her head wildly like a rattle-drum, and gave a triple denial.

"I didn't! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"

Seeing that Ritsuka Shuse was pretending to be stupid, the women were at a loss for what to do.

"My sister...is ticklish..."

Just then, a leisurely whisper came from the mouth of a devout nun and good sister.

In an instant, the women's eyes gleamed, their faces sinister, and they swarmed forward, capturing on the spot a pale-faced traitor who had retreated to a corner and was trying to escape by climbing over the wall.

Then, the investigator, who had been stubbornly refusing to speak, was dragged into the inner room and subjected to the torture of being tied to a chair and tickled.

"Give up, I have professional ethics! I'd rather die than tell!"

"Haha...it itches...stop scratching, I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!"

In the blink of an eye, the loyal and unyielding employee, under inhumane torture, betrayed him at lightning speed. While wiping away tears, she revealed everything she knew, including what she should and shouldn't have said, completely betraying the big boss who had shown her kindness.

That guy... really is... the Speaker?

Immediately, the women who learned the truth from Ritsuka Shuse looked at each other in bewilderment.

Among them, Kuonji Yuju, a descendant of the witch lineage, was the most shocked.

Samael is the Speaker, which means that he was the sage who protected witches during the witch hunt more than 600 years ago.

You must be kidding, it couldn't possibly be that guy!