Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Realizing she had been somewhat out of line, Sakuzuki Yoshiko blushed with embarrassment and hurriedly sat down.

"I've heard about the Shuoyue family, so it's not hard to guess Meiyou's identity."

After the wife calmed down, Samael offered her gentle words of comfort.

"But don't worry, I mean no harm. The Holy Grail is actually of little value to me."

"Of course I believe that."

Shuoyue Yangdaizi nodded repeatedly, having no doubt about it.

To obliterate the evil spirits, close the gates of the underworld, exterminate all demons, and single-handedly eliminate the influence of the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons...

All signs indicate that the man before him has transcended the realm of "humanity," and the so-called Holy Grail probably has no real value to him.

The same applies to the child god who is scrambled for by all the demons.

Besides, if he really harbored malicious intentions, he could have acted much earlier; why wait until now?

"I trust your character, but I'm afraid Miyu isn't able to control her special ability yet, and I'm worried..."

Shuoyue Yangdaizi first looked at Samael solemnly, then lowered her voice, revealing a deep sorrow in her eyes.

This is the destiny that their people bear.

The ancient snake tapped its head, coughed lightly, and recounted its little tricks from its last stalking encounter.

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you that when I took you home last time, I helped you out by dispersing the power that had accumulated in Shen Zhi'er's body and letting it merge into Miyu's flesh and blood, making it controllable."

"Then, the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons?"

Shuoyue Yangdaizi was taken aback.

"Those children are excellent food and sacrifices for evil spirits. Even without Miyu, they would inevitably attract the covetousness of some unclean things. But don't worry, at least in Fuyuki City, they are safe."

Samael answered casually, his expression confident, a smile playing on his lips as he glanced at the teacher who was still eating voraciously beside him.

"Moreover, even if I don't take action, there are plenty of people who will do it for me."

Upon hearing this, Yoshiko Sakugetsu suddenly realized a truth hidden behind the fog.

Everyone says that Fuyuki City is terrifying and frightening. The spies sent by various forces, as well as the evil sorcerers and monsters that have wandered here, have basically not even made a ripple.

But upon closer examination, in fact, during the turbulent era of mysterious resurgence, this was almost the city in Japan where civilian casualties due to mysterious events were the fewest!

In other words, beneath the surging undercurrents, there exists a powerful protective force in Fuyuki City.

For example, the fisherman in the blue bodysuit by the river...

For example, Mr. Jin, a friendly citizen who happened to be passing by...

For example, the Doll Museum, which is striving to expand its market, has a large number of unemployed people...

For example, there's the art thief who roams around major museums and the banshee who practices her voice in Central Park...

For example, the Tiger of Winter Wood, who possesses great fortune, has slain countless demons throughout the Age of Gods, and can turn misfortune into good fortune...

For example, the mysterious group of cat fairies who roam freely using the earth's veins...

For example, a certain

The infancy of the Greek goddess of wisdom and the possession of the Roman god of love, who were loitering around in the Fuyuki Church...

In short, Fuyuki City, while not exactly impregnable, is so secure that unless a dozen or twenty high-ranking deities come in a group to raid it, it basically won't even make a ripple.

Suddenly, an unprecedented sense of security filled Yoshiko's heart, and all her worries vanished.

"Then, I'll leave Miyu's matter to you."

As if he had found the organization's wife, he solemnly stood up and bowed deeply to Samael.

Samael accepted it calmly, then nudged the leopard beside him, who was still stuffing its face, and gave it a soft reminder.

"So, Mr. Fujimura, what are the procedures for Miyu's enrollment?"

"Don't worry, wrap it on me!"

Fujimura Taiga quickly slurped the squid skewer he was holding into his mouth down his throat, then confidently patted his chest and readily agreed.

Sure enough, the leopard was still the same as before; it was easily won over with a meal.

Samael shook his head and muttered to himself, then, upon hearing the familiar sound of tires screeching outside the door, he stood up and smiled.

"Angelica is here. Let her take you home first. Don't keep Miyu waiting."

"Um……"

The woman with the single ponytail nodded quickly, lowered her head, and followed closely behind Samael.

However, the ancient snake vaguely sensed that there seemed to be two eyes glancing at him from behind from time to time.

Moreover, that gaze seemed incredibly sticky...

It seems like things have gone a bit too far...

Samael tried his best to maintain a somewhat distorted smile, and after seeing the married woman, whose gaze seemed to have undergone several changes, into the car, he inadvertently uttered his habitual polite words.

"Madam, let's have tea together sometime."

"Tomorrow! I'll be free tomorrow!"

At that moment, Sakuzuki Yoshiko, who had just climbed into the car, quickly turned off the lathe and eagerly accepted the casual invitation.

"To express my gratitude, please be sure to visit my humble abode tomorrow. I will treat you to my cooking then!"

To go or not to go?

Here’s the thing…

Samael watched the beautiful widowed woman drive away, standing outside the izakaya in the cold wind, silently questioning his own soul, touching his non-existent conscience, and slowly nodding.

Prime Minister, I think I've figured it out...

Chapter Fourteen: It's impossible for a person to have feelings for an idiot! (4.8k views)

Inside the izakaya, a humanoid creature, limp as a rag doll, lay sprawled on the table, clutching a bottle of shochu to its chest. Its flushed, intoxicated face rubbed against the smooth, slender bottle, its hazy, drunken eyes overflowing with blissful obsession. Every now and then, it would spring back to life, raise its glass, and let out a hearty cheer.

"Drink! Drink some more! Good wine, another bottle!"

After seeing off Yoshiko Sakuzuki, Samael entered the room. Looking at the empty bottles scattered all over the floor, and Fujimura Taiga, who suddenly came back to life on the sofa, waving his arms and legs around with half a bottle of shochu for a few rounds before collapsing into a slump, his blood pressure rose slightly, his cheeks twitched, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his forehead.

Well, the leopard has become a drunkard.

I was originally planning to catch up with her, but now I have to go through the trouble of sending her back.

Seeing that Fujimura Taiga was completely drunk, the old snake had no choice but to help up his incorrigible old friend.

Seemingly due to the influence of alcohol, even while being dragged along, this guy still made sure to take a swig of the remaining half-bottle of liquor as they walked.

While dodging the splashes of wine from the bottle, Gu She paid the bill, and with considerable effort, managed to drag the drunken and sluggish Fujimura Taiga out the door and successfully hail a taxi on the roadside.

"I can drink, I can still drink..."

Seeing that the incorrigible Fujimura Taiga was about to stagger into the izakaya again, Samael quickly dragged the drunkard into the back seat of the car, preparing to take her home.

Fortunately, with the revival of the Age of Gods, the former chief deity of the Maya, "Smoke Mirror" Tezkat Ripoka, who was possessed by Fujimura Taiga, has also returned. Samael and this leopard had already crossed paths before, so they naturally knew where their old friend was.

"Leopard, everyone's on the bus now, can't you be a little more sensible and put this empty bottle down?"

As the car door closed, Samael, who was sitting near Fujimura Taiga, noticed the empty shochu bottle that his old friend was clutching like a treasure. He couldn't help but mutter a few complaints, then casually snatched the empty bottle from the drunkard's arms, rolled down the window, and tossed it precisely into a roadside trash can. He felt much better afterward.

"Wine! My wine!"

However, the drunkard, realizing the loss of his treasure, immediately sprang to his feet, his hazy, drunken eyes searching around. After looking around, his gaze settled on a long, slender object that was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. His brown eyes gleamed, and he excitedly pounced on it.

"Big one, there's a big one here...!"

Amidst cheerful, indistinct mutterings, a certain feline creature, clutching the "shochu" it had just regained and which looked quite substantial, couldn't resist leaning its head in to nuzzle against its ear with delight.

At that moment, Samael, who had been tackled to the ground, forcefully pulled away the head that had been rubbing against his chest. He shook it repeatedly with a dark face until he could vaguely hear the sound of waves crashing. Only then did he let go and give a grumpy reminder.

"Hey! Leopard, what kind of look is that? Look me straight! I'm a person! Not your liquor!"

Stare~~

His brownish-yellow eyes stared intently at the slender object beneath him that was protesting, his gaze filled with confusion.

.

Keep an eye on it~~

Gradually, a glint appeared deep in their eyes, and they suddenly understood on their flushed faces.

"Hmm, it can... it can talk? It's a new model! I want to try it!"

Instantly, amidst excited cheers, a drunkard whose brain matter had already been shaken evenly stretched out one claw to clamp down on the bottle neck like an iron clamp, while the other claw groped upwards, searching for the cap. At the same time, he buried his head, his nostrils flaring, sniffing around, intending to open the seal as soon as possible and drink to his heart's content.

"Hey, hey, don't scratch my face!"

"Idiot, why are you touching the bottom after opening the bottle?!"

"Drooling, drooling all over my shirt! Idiot, I just got a new one two days ago!"

For a moment, Samael, who had been sexually assaulted by the drunkard, was frantically trying to deal with Fujimura Taiga's restless claws.

However, whether it was due to the effects of alcohol or the shaking of his brain, no matter how many times Samael separated the drunkard, Fujimura Taiga would still pounce on him again, looking unsatisfied, and coil around the ancient snake.

"Just one bite! Let me gulp it down!"

"..."

Inside the car, after struggling several times, Samael finally chose to lie down, letting the stubborn dog run wild with its drunken antics. He used his hands to protect his head and neck, rested his head against the car window, and looked at the scenery rushing past outside with a look of utter despair.

Forget it, whatever.

Anyway, even if you kill me, I will never drink with this idiot again!

The fallen angel, ravaged by the abuse, felt heartbroken over his newly purchased designer clothes and secretly made a vow.

Wow, young people these days are so bold.

The bald driver ahead picked up his thermos filled with goji berries, took a small sip, glanced at the man and woman entangled in the car seat in the rearview mirror, sighed inwardly, and thoughtfully slowed down.

Finally, half an hour later.

"You two, we're here."

Samael, who had been struggling to stay afloat, heard the heavenly sound of arrival and quickly paid his bill, pushed open the door, and got off the train.

"Good wine...delicious..."

Meanwhile, Fujimura Taiga, who was hanging on the "bottle" like a koala, had his arms tightly around Samael's neck, and was still looking drunk and unsatisfied, occasionally hiccuping.

I'm defeated by you...

While silently cursing a certain degenerate drunkard, Samael endured the strange looks around him, rummaged through his old friend's striped shoulder bag for the key, opened the door, and escorted Fujimura Taiga inside.

"Big brother...Big sister...she brought...she brought a man back!"

"You, what did you say?"

"A man! Alive! The young lady just went inside with that guy in her arms, and they seemed quite intimate!"

"puff!"

At that moment, unnoticed in a quiet corner of the street, a Mohawk sitting in a black Toyota drinking beer heard his underling's stammering report and couldn't help but spit it out. His face was filled with horror as he frantically searched for his car keys.

"Quickly, tell the old man, something terrible has happened!"

A moment later, a Toyota sped off, veering erratically out of the alley and hurriedly approaching an old Japanese-style house not far away.

Samael, completely unaware of this, was looking around at his residence, which he hadn't visited in a while.

It must be said that this old friend is in good financial condition in modern times. Although he is single, he lives in a very spacious and luxurious Japanese-style mansion.

The state of the courtyard was completely different from the tough woman clinging to Samael; it was swept clean.

Moreover, from certain angles, the surrounding scenery appears quite familiar.

At that moment, Samael, who had dragged Fujimura Taiga into the house, looked around the courtyard and a sense of familiarity welled up in his heart. As his thoughts raced, he suddenly realized what was going on.

I remember now, isn't this the Emiya residence from my memories?

If I remember correctly, in another timeline, the Fujimura family's residence was originally intended to be sold to that retired champion of justice, which is how it became the Emiya residence that connects many events in the future.

However, since he had turned the wheel of fate around, this large empty house naturally became the sole possession of Fujimura Taiga.

"boom!"