Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"I'm not laughing."

"You can't even think about it!"

The majestic goddess of the underworld, after a mix of threat and warning, hurriedly turned and ran towards the door, hoping to escape this embarrassing scene as soon as possible.

"Shoes! Shoes!"

"Aileen, you're not wearing shoes yet!"

However, misfortune never comes singly. Just as Ereshkigal ran out of the bedroom, her humanoid pet and nanny picked up her golden combat boots and chased after her, shouting and yelling.

Ai Lei sat in front of the stool, covering her face, feeling ashamed and indignant. Her earlobes were flushed red as she let Samael put her combat boots on.

Ugh! How embarrassing! I just want to die!

Samael, who was secretly observing his owner out of the corner of his eye, subtly curled up the corner of his lips.

Sure enough, my pet owner is the cutest.

Chapter 112 No! You don't want to! (2/5)

In the valley between the seven gates of the underworld, leading to the epicenter, Ereshkigal, holding a new lantern, strode forward.

Behind them, a sullen snake slithered haphazardly across the rocks and potholes.

According to the plan, Samael was supposed to behave well and reinforce the image of his other side in the owner's mind, making it easier for him to get into bed in the future.

But the embarrassing encounter that morning made Ai Lei feel ashamed. Only after forcing her pet to revert to its familiar monster form did she feel less ashamed.

Well, everyone needs some time to adjust their mindset. Let's take it slow.

Seeing the owner, feeling guilty, stop and bend down to extend his arms to him in a gesturing manner, Samael sighed helplessly.

He twisted his waist, climbed onto Ai Lei's fair wrist, and continued upwards, passing through her collarbone and heading towards a certain place.

However, in an instant, Samael was grabbed by the tail by his owner, who had a fierce look on his face, pulled out of his chest, wrapped around his forearm, and tied in a tight knot.

"I think…"

"laugh!"

Aileen gave a sinister laugh, casually wielding the golden-white spear wheel manifested by the Temple of Heat, Meslamthea, and neatly cleaved the giant rock, which was over ten meters high, in two.

"I think this is fine too..."

Samael felt a chill on his lower body and obediently wrapped himself around his owner's forearm, abandoning his insistence on the chest-rubbing ritual.

The goddess rolled her eyes at the long worm, her gaze deep and unsettling.

Although she already knew that this guy possessed near-human intelligence when he was first thrown into the underworld.

However, Samael's highly ambiguous serpentine appearance and his status as a creature of the underworld made Eresh instinctively ignore this fact in her ecstasy.

Now, when he returned to the underworld and appeared before him in human form, there was not a trace of incongruity.

It seems that everything is as it should be.

The growing confusion and doubt made the goddess of the underworld, who had calmed down, sense that something was amiss.

The threatening blow just now made it obedient without hesitation, which at least proved one thing: this guy wasn't honest.

At least, he's not as honest as he seems on the surface.

Hmph, daring to run away from home, daring to lie, daring to steal and run away! I still spoiled them too much before.

And, he was almost kidnapped by that woman!

Could it be that all these malicious thoughts were infected by that woman Ishtar?!

Recalling what she had seen during her several moments when her consciousness floated to the surface, Ai Lei's expression shifted between light and dark, her teeth chattering, and she unconsciously increased the pressure on her hands.

It must be! She just can't stand to see me doing well! She's jealous that even my underworld has living beings!

"Ereshkigal...it hurts..."

"It's broken...it's going to break!"

Finally, the screams that came from being twisted in the palm of the pet owner's hand finally woke the owner up.

Looking at the ancient snake, which had been unintentionally ravaged, stretched to twice its original length, and twisted into a pretzel, Ai Lei suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly let go.

Snapped!

The highly elastic snakeskin, when rolled up, produces a crisp, resonant sound.

Samael, tossed about like a rubber band, let out a painful howl and immediately darted out of Ereshkigal's clutches, leaping to the ground like a slender bolt of lightning.

The goddess instinctively wanted to reach out and stop him, but seeing the fear and trembling on Zhang She's face, which stemmed from his biological instincts, Ai Lei lowered her head and tucked her hands into her sleeves.

"Huh? Isn't this... that crystal flower patch from back then?"

The ancient snake, driven by a strong will to survive, tried to change the subject and ease the tension. Looking around, it was shocked to find that the two had unknowingly arrived at that secluded valley.

Beneath the pervasive aura of death, there was none other than the farewell gift he had carefully prepared.

Samael then disappeared into the flowerbeds, wandering among the scattered blossoms. Ellie, who seemed lost in thought, suddenly remembered something and hurriedly followed after him.

The crystal flowers inside are still vibrant and dazzling, their shimmering fluorescence evoking a flood of memories.

Well, we're almost at the place where I made my pact with Ellie and erected the monument. It's worth revisiting this place and taking one last look...

Erect...erect a monument?

The ancient serpent coiled before a mound of stones, gazing at the tombstone inscribed with its true name in wedge-shaped runes, and fell into deep thought.

What made him even more dumbfounded was that, seemingly to create a sense of solemnity, the crystal flowers around the tombstone had been broken off and neatly arranged in front of it as a ritual.

Within a radius of more than ten meters, it has become a completely barren area.

"No, don't look anymore. It's all a misunderstanding. I made a mistake."

Just as Samael was somewhat confused, a red and black figure, a step behind, hurriedly stood between the grave mound and Samael, his gaze somewhat evasive.

"Have you been to the place where I shed my skin?"

The ancient serpent's gaze fell upon the black slough wrapped around Ai Lei's wrist, and it immediately understood, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I thought of going up there to fulfill your wish, but I was afraid you wouldn't allow it, so I sneaked out without saying goodbye."

"No...it's okay, you're back now anyway, and you did a great job."

As Ai Lei responded, for some reason, her eyes kept glancing aimlessly at the small grave.

The ancient snake circled the grave twice, full of suspicion, when its scales inadvertently touched a smooth, hard object with bumps and dents in front of the grave.

With a flick of its tail, the crystal flowers were swept aside, revealing the clay tablet beneath which he recognized all too well.

"Isn't that unnecessary?"

Samael looked at her strangely and pulled out the certificate of his contract with Ellie with a pained expression. It was covered with scratches from crystal flower branches and other sharp objects.

"I will keep it safe!"

However, before the ancient serpent could even examine it properly for a moment, Ereshkigal snatched the mud tablet from its body and held it in her arms.

Her eyes, which dared not meet her gaze, and her fingers, which were fidgeting with their grip on her cloak, revealed the unease and unease of this goddess of the underworld, as if she were deliberately hiding some secret.

"Anyway, there's nothing to see here, we should go!"

Hearing the soft hum that was trying to remain calm but couldn't hide the slight tremor in it, Samael glanced at the half-meter-high pile of rubble, his eyes showing a hint of understanding, and suddenly spoke.

"Ailee, look, I'm still alive. Since it's a misunderstanding, let's level this grave first, otherwise it feels weird."

"Wait! Hold on!"

The goddess of the underworld, who was originally holding the clay tablet, suddenly changed her expression and hurriedly turned around to try to stop her.

However, the ancient serpent, who had long harbored ill intentions, immediately swept away the pile of rubble with lightning speed, a triumphant smile spreading across its face.

Tsk, the only skin I have left is in your hands. What's in the grave?

Stones...stones...why are they all stones?

Samael stared at the crystal raw materials scattered on the ground, some as big as fists and some as small as pigeon eggs, and muttered to himself, his expression somewhat astonished.

But as these crystals collided with each other, divine patterns engraved on their surfaces lit up one after another.

Immediately afterwards, large and small orbs of light, shaped like soap bubbles, floated upwards, with figures flickering inside and women's murmurs emanating from them.

"No...don't look..."

At this moment, looking at the small grave with scattered rocks, Ai Lei's cherry lips moved, uttering difficult words. She stood there stiffly, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

Chapter 113 The Legendary Short Film (3/5)

"All beautiful life fears death, and all beautiful things will leave me..."

"I thought I could at least have friends, and talk to it..."

"Samael, why are you leaving too..."

"Did I do something wrong again...?"

A dark, deathly fog swept through the air. The goddess, crouching before the monument amidst the flowers, held a snake's molt in her arms, her head bowed low, murmuring softly. A single, glistening tear fell with the wind.

Samael stared at the fading ball of light before him, his heart clenching. He instinctively raised his tail, trying to catch the falling, glistening teardrops.

But before it could even touch, the teardrop turned into light dust and dissipated into nothingness.

"Here you go! I'll return the IOU!"

Just as the ancient serpent was lost in thought, a soft, annoyed snort reached his ears, and another scene came into view as Samael turned his head.

The goddess, her pretty face taut, buried the clay tablet inscribed with "I owe a sea of ​​flowers" in front of the grave, seemingly quite relieved.

But after a long pause, Ellie gently bit her lower lip and whispered in a seemingly relaxed manner.

"Actually, flowers don't bloom in the underworld, so I don't care for such things."

"Look, you don't owe any debts anymore..."

As the light patterns gradually dimmed, Eresh's voice grew softer and softer, and Samael noticed that her delicate shoulders seemed to be trembling slightly.

"Samael, the gun cage was renovated today."

“I have granted your request to loosen restrictions and give those ghosts some freedom.”

"I didn't leave anything out of the agreement!"

"Don't believe me? Humph! I'm not like you, breaking my promise. Go see for yourself!"

The sphere of light shattered, marking the beginning of a new chapter. The goddess of the underworld, who had completed the reconstruction of the gun cage, buried the promise she had made to one side.

Immediately, the goddess clapped her hands, muttered a condemnation, and looked utterly disdainful.

"Samael, these flowers are back to you!"

In the scene, the goddess holds a broken cluster of crystal flowers in her hand. As she ponders, she turns back to look at the several scattered flower bushes behind her, her eyes filled with deep reluctance.

After hesitating for a moment, Ai Lei placed a few crystal flowers in front of the grave.

"Well, let's pay them back one at a time..."

“Samael, I finished two thousand gun cages today, including yours…”

"Samael, I'm going to dig up Uruk tomorrow..."

"But even you have to flee from the underworld, so how could humans, even their souls, possibly like this place?"

"I don't know if we should continue digging. Could you come back and tell me...?"

The scenes shifted, with each appearance and each whispered murmur, and Ai Lei's tone softened continuously.

The goddess's eyes no longer held their former luster, and even the "decision that Ereshkigal made for the first time by will" had lost its stubbornness.

When all the shells of strength and pride are stripped away, all that remains is that lonely figure, who spends countless nights huddled before the tombstone, knees drawn up to his chest.

"Hey, Samael, whether it's a flower, the Holy Grail, or the human soul..."

"I...I can give up everything..."

"I just wish someone could talk to me, someone could make me laugh, someone could make me cry, so I wouldn't have to face the darkness and loneliness of the underworld alone..."

"I...I want you to come back and be with me..."