Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Pigs, garbage, pigs...pigs..."

However, after a round of nagging, her excitement subsided, and the little girl realized something was wrong. Her voice stopped abruptly, and her small body stiffened as she turned to the back. Her golden pupils reflected a handsome face with an unusually bright smile.

"Godfather, why are you back again?"

"I was worried about you, so I came to pick you up."

"I saw you go into the kitchen..."

"You should definitely wash your hands before eating, and shouldn't you eat at a restaurant?"

Samael blinked, his reply perfectly worded, then sighed softly, looking at the little guy caught red-handed with a pained expression.

"I just didn't expect that you would talk about me like this behind my back."

"No! Absolutely not!"

Hearing the disappointed and sad sigh, Karen was startled. Her little head shook like a rattle-drum, racking her brains and almost burning out her CPU to find a reason.

"That was just a fortune telling thing that's popular in town, yes, fortune telling! Please don't mind it. It's...it's not that I'm plotting something behind your back because you won't play with me!"

However, in her haste, the little girl blurted out everything she should and shouldn't have said.

"Fortune telling..."

Samael drew out his words, as if he had just understood something, and then posed a profound question with a smile.

"Have you figured out how many times your butt will get hit later?"

"..."

Karen's feigned innocent expression froze instantly, and she decisively turned her head and jumped off the hammock, intending to escape the beating.

However, the moment the little girl took to the air, a large hand cruelly grabbed her by the scruff of her neck.

Immediately, a certain petty snake skillfully pinned the perpetrator to the stool, picked up the vine that had just been stripped clean, and aimed it at Karen's little bottom, giving her a series of sharp, cracking lashes.

The young girl's sobbing cries and heartfelt repentance echoed throughout the courtyard.

Fifteen minutes later, the little girl, having been finished, half-covered her swollen bottom and, with Samael's impatient help, limped into the living room.

"came back?"

Seeing her blood relatives walking towards her, the little girl, who had just been bullied terribly, suddenly found a backer. She couldn't help but grind her silver teeth, break free from Samael's support, and excitedly run forward, her golden eyes filled with the pleasure of revenge.

"Mother, Godfather, he..."

"Samael, come and try our new dish!"

However, as a gust of wind blew past her, Claudia bypassed her daughter and headed straight for her real target, urging him on with anticipation.

Suddenly, the little girl, who had missed her target, stood frozen in place, deeply shocked, her bewildered golden eyes filled with profound doubt.

Is she really his biological daughter?

At this moment, Samael, who had been pulled into the house, caught a glimpse of Karen, who was disheveled in the wind, and his heart was filled with joy.

You think you can compete with me with this level of skill? Are you crazy? Your parents are mine!

Since the reprimand he received several years ago, Samael, who committed crimes around the world, successfully secured two stable landlords and was able to have some peace and quiet for several years.

So, the lord of hell, who skipped work, naturally settled in Italy, enjoying his leisure time and living a very comfortable life.

Anyway, with his abilities, as long as he's willing to hide, those subordinates in the council won't be able to catch him and bring him back to work.

Taking a break is fun, and taking a break all the time is even more fun.

Aside from regularly monitoring Kirei Kotomine's mental state or occasionally helping the couple take care of their children, his leisurely life in Italy was practically perfect.

Moreover, Claudia's Italian cuisine skills improved significantly after systematic training.

Because of his esteemed status and exceptional food tasting skills, Samael was frequently invited to sample the food.

In this regard, the snake, possessing all seven sins and keen on freeloading, will often accept any offer of food or drink.

However, as Samael sat down expectantly, the bright red color that greeted his eyes, and the sweltering heat that made him want to sneeze, instantly froze his smile.

The ancient snake raised its hand and pointed to a pot of bubbling, viscous soup that was almost the color of blood. With its cheeks bulging, it spoke with difficulty.

"this is……"

“Mapo tofu!”

At this moment, a fit and muscular figure, with a blue kitchen towel covering his head, wearing a blue apron, and his undershirt bulging with muscles, lifted the kitchen curtain, answered solemnly, and his tight lips curled up in a pleasant smile, accompanied by the pervasive spicy aroma.

"what about this?"

Mapo fish!

"there……"

"Ma Po baked eggs!"

Hearing these cheerful replies one after another, Samael glanced at the table full of only one red thing, the smell of which made his stomach burn. He twitched his lips slightly, still unwilling to give up, and pointed to the last dish the man was holding.

"Staple food can't be..."

Mapo Ramen!

Kirei Kotomine solemnly placed a pot of bright red ramen on the table, introducing his masterpiece to the deity he worshipped.

I knew it!

Looking at the offerings from believers, Samael, as a god, felt immense pressure.

Chapter 125 Chrysanthemums Withered, Wounds Covered the Ground

A few months later.

A furtive figure crept along the wall, making its way towards the door.

Damn Mapo Tofu, go to hell! Finally, I can escape and find food!

As the door was silently opened, the snake-like vertical pupils, watching the gap widen little by little, were filled with a mixture of heartache and excitement, and a roar of jubilation filled the air.

"Ah!"

However, when a breeze from the kitchen wafted by, the pungent and irritating smell filled his nostrils, and Samael, standing at the door, felt his nostrils itch and sneezed loudly.

"Samael, so this is where you are! Hurry, lunch is ready, try my new recipe!"

Suddenly, Claudia, who was searching for her target in the courtyard, had a bright idea. She picked up a spatula and excitedly ran after a senior taster. Without saying a word, she grabbed his clothes and pulled him into the living room.

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Samael stiffly turned his head, forced a smile that was more like a grimace, and asked in a dry voice, while his hesitant eyes looked around, searching for the best escape route.

What should we eat for lunch today?

Mapo Ramen!

While dragging along a certain demon lord, Claudia answered casually with pride.

Ramen? You should have said so earlier! No problem!

After all, I didn't eat all that Mapo Tofu for the past few months for nothing.

Upon hearing the answer, Samael felt a sense of relief and confidence, and his hunched back straightened instantly.

A moment later, the taste tester sitting at the table froze, his face stiffened, and he repeated the question with difficulty.

"You just said that today is for eating?"

"Mapo ramen."

Claudia, the cook, answered with a smile, while pushing the large bowl specially prepared for the Lord closer, her eyes full of anticipation.

The ancient snake lowered its head with difficulty, pointing to the full bowl of Mapo Tofu in front of it, and the soup and oil that looked like flames and lava, and asked in a low voice.

"So, what about ramen?"

"Noodles are just decorations; there are only a few strands in the sea of ​​Mapo Tofu."

"You don't even have ramen broth, it's all Mapo Tofu!"

Samael took a bite with his chopsticks, stared at the surface covered in chili sauce and red oil, and saw that the noodles didn't even exist, and couldn't help but complain bitterly.

"Since it's an innovation, the ingredients are definitely different from usual. As for the difference, you'll find out once you try it!"

Claudia replied confidently, looking eagerly at her professional taste tester.

Finally, under the fervent anticipation of his followers, Samael could no longer withstand the pressure. He gritted his teeth, picked up the large bowl, and gulped down the hellish dish, successfully stuffing it into his stomach.

Seeing this, Claudia skillfully took out a small notebook from her pocket and stepped forward with concern.

"How does it feel?"

"It felt like pouring molten iron down my throat; my mouth and stomach were filled with a burning sensation, and I kept convulsing. I couldn't stop sweating and trembling..."

The man sat stiffly in the chair, like a soulless mechanical doll, dryly stating his true feelings.

Claudia, the cook, faithfully recorded this result, her face beaming with the joy of exploration and discovery, and she nodded with a satisfied smile.

"Hmm, it seems the proportions and ingredients for the Mapo Tofu need to be adjusted. It's also possible that the noodles absorbed the broth, causing the Mapo Tofu to lose its original flavor..."

Having come up with a new idea to refine the taste of Mapo Tofu, the cook excitedly threw out a sentence and went into the kitchen to continue experimenting.

"Anyway, I'll try some other combinations for you to try!"

What terrible things have I done?!

After a long while, Samael, who was gradually awakening from his slumber, looked at the figure in the kitchen humming an Italian folk song while frying chili oil. He clutched his convulsing stomach, feeling like crying but unable to shed a tear.

A few months ago, after Kirei Kotomine found a way to please himself through a Chinese dish called "Mapo Tofu", he fell in love with cooking.

Thus, the dish of Mapo, which even devils would flee from, was born.

Samael, who had been scamming people out of food and drink, tragically became a food taster.

I don't know why, but every time I'm forced to eat a large amount of Mapo Tofu, my stomach cramps, my whole body trembles and I sweat, and even my anus aches slightly.

Back then, he was a colossal serpent that devoured heaven and earth and circulated the world.

Even his own iron stomach couldn't handle this thing. Samael seriously suspected that Kirei Kotomine's Kirei Kotomine's Kirei Kotomine's Kirei Kotomine's Kirei Kotomine might contain some kind of terrifying causal law. If used at full power, it might even be able to take down a god.

Therefore, after being tormented for several days, a certain filthy and rotten worm decisively shifted the blame, urging Kirei Kotomine to open a ramen shop in town and promote Mapo cuisine.

After being persuaded by Samael, Kirei Kotomine, who had found his direction in life and whose hobbies were fully explored, happily took up the job and became a full-fledged Mapo priest.

To this end, the ancient snake even went so far as to use its own treasury to generously help Kirei Kotomine buy a shop, so that he could wreak havoc on the town's residents and tourists.

Watching customers distort their faces and make a mess of themselves after being hit by different portions of spicy mapo sauce has become a favorite pastime for Kirei Kotomine.

Although this guy occasionally made a mistake and successfully sent three groups of diners to the proctology department, he was almost arrested by the local police for selling dangerous food.

Fortunately, tourists from other places and local residents helped to share the burden with Samael, so the snake's life was not too bad.

He even had the leisure to stroll around the shop and see which unlucky soul on the street would be dragged in to become the next victim of Mapo cuisine.

But the ancient serpent didn't expect that retribution would come so quickly.

He managed to evade Father Mapo, but he couldn't escape the Holy Maiden Mapo.

Because of her albino constitution, even after recovering, Claudia inevitably suffered from some aftereffects of taste and sensory disturbances.

Therefore, many bland dishes were often tasteless to Claudia.

On the contrary, it was her husband's creation of Mapo dishes that successfully stimulated her taste buds and made her very interested in it.

So, not long after, Claudia, who often helped out in the kitchen, was also infected. She stopped making proper Italian food and, together with her psychopathic husband, went along with the trend, becoming more and more unrestrained. Together they started researching how to make Mapo, ripping off passersby.

In just a few months, the incidence rate of anorectal patients has risen sharply.

After experiencing the food and prices there, Samael strongly suspected that the couple was running a shady business.

Soon, their home became the couple's chemical experiment site. Whenever they had free time, they would hide in the small kitchen to concoct poisons and use them to develop new dishes.

Samael, who was the first to be affected, became the best taste tester and was tortured to the point of ecstasy.

At this moment, the sun was setting, the sky was a blood-red hue, and the evening glow was crimson. The eerie and vivid colors made the ancient snake tremble and sweat bead on its forehead, as if it could see a tofu dish spread across the sky and being poured over it.

Inhale...exhale...

Inhale...exhale...

Inhale...exhale...

Samael took three deep breaths to calm himself down. He glanced back at the billowing black smoke from the chimney and the sizzling red oil in the pot, and felt a dull ache in his stomach again.