Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

At its deepest point, it seems to connect to the vast universe, holding the origin of all things, which makes people unable to resist the desire to peek and explore.

But little do they know that when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

If one is not careful, outside explorers will fall into it and gradually sink into depravity.

Fortunately, after a brief moment of stunned silence, Ryougi Shiki shook her head, her eyes, which had been shimmering with iridescent colors, gradually lost their brilliance. She quickly looked away, pretending to be nonchalant, but couldn't help but frown and hum a complaint.

"Just how much did you drink outside?"

"Not many, maybe a hundred or so people."

Samael tapped his head, thought for a moment, blinked his somewhat dazed eyes, and gave a special unit of measurement. In his bright pupils, there were a few glints of mischievous cunning and the pleasure of successful revenge.

"I took down all those Fujimura-gumi guys! Pretty impressive, huh?"

Since the planned gangster shootout didn't happen as scheduled, Samael, unable to vent his frustration, could only channel it into a small act of revenge through drinking.

As a result, he got all of the hundred or so members of the Fujimura group drunk.

Among them, several yakuza leaders, led by Fujimura Raiga, stubbornly refused to step down for the sake of their male pride, and their fates were the most tragic.

They are currently undergoing gastric lavage at the hospital, and Samael even arranged for the ambulance.

And this body, reeking of alcohol, was a badge of victory. With a triumphant start and in high spirits, the ancient snake was naturally too lazy to dispel the lingering tipsiness and excitement from the alcohol within its body.

Honestly, he's acting like a little kid, going out to drink with others.

The outside world is in complete chaos. As a deity, shouldn't you at least do something worthwhile?

Ryougi Shiki listened to the man's animated narration, rubbed her forehead and shook her head, unable to help but silently complain.

Business...

As she murmured, the woman in the kimono raised her hand to touch her eyes, which were now displaying a variety of colors, and was speechless.

The aftereffects seem to have disappeared for many years.

Moreover, the so-called "cost" has never had any negative impact on her life over the years, and has even provided considerable convenience for her family and herself.

It seems that those who have received the gospel are the least qualified to make judgments here, right?

Since, as a child of God, having received the grace of salvation and upbringing before birth, one should at least occasionally assume the responsibility of serving the gods.

Ryougi Shiki shook her head inwardly, then composed herself, bent down to support the drunken "father" before her, and her usually cold voice gained a touch of warmth.

"Be careful, I'll take you back to your bedroom to rest."

At this moment, Samael, who was being helped, caught a glimpse of the familiar, beautiful figure swaying in front of him. He closed his eyes contentedly, tilted his head naturally, and rested it on Ryougi Shiki's shoulder.

Arrived.

Due to the immense muscle density of her divine body, Ryougi Shiki expended considerable effort to get the intoxicated "Father" to bed.

Immediately, the God-son, who had received salvation, reached out to remove the shoes, socks, and outer garments from the sleeping Father, covered him with a blanket, and after diligently fulfilling his duty, wiped the fine, fragrant sweat from his forehead, looked at the peaceful sleeping face with satisfaction, and nodded in approval.

Well then, sweet dreams.

"Crack~!"

Just as Ryougi Shiki turned to leave, her fair wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly by an arm again.

"boom!"

As the woman in the kimono turned around in surprise, a tremendous force pulled her forcefully onto the bed.

Her graceful body sank into the soft cushion.

A pair of iron-like arms gripped Ryougi Shiki's wrists, which appeared rather slender and weak in comparison. Two slightly open, drunken eyes looked down at the soft figure lying on the bed, their expressions hazy.

"Shi, you look so beautiful today..."

Amidst whispers like those of a lover, her aggressively invasive lips pressed down inch by inch.

Could it be...?

The woman in the kimono thought of familiar scenes and suggestive images from TV dramas, her pupils contracted sharply, and she instinctively tried to struggle.

"Snapped……"

However, Ryougi Shiki, feeling as if she were facing a formidable enemy, fought back fiercely, only to have her head fall into her own arms.

After a moment of silence, there was no sound for a long time.

The woman in the kimono stiffly lowered her head, looking at her "father" who was fast asleep on her chest, and was immediately at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

It turns out, he was just drunk.

Realizing it was just a false alarm, Ryougi Shiki breathed a sigh of relief, pulled her arms out, and slid her body to one side, trying to escape the awkward situation.

However, as soon as Ryougi Shiki made a move, the man's arms instinctively tightened, pulling the kimono-clad beauty back as she tried to escape, and holding her even tighter.

After several attempts, Ryougi Shiki, whose waist and abdomen were being squeezed more and more tightly, suddenly felt dizzy and could almost hear the cracking sound of her bones breaking under the strain.

"do not go……"

The head buried in his arms, mumbling incoherently, the slightly furrowed brows and the movements of his hands, all contained the stubbornness of a child, the sullenness of a teenager, and the domineering nature of an adult, together creating a heartfelt affection and attachment.

"Yes, I'm not leaving..."

Ryougi Shiki nodded as if possessed.

It seems that because

Having received an affirmative answer, the arms that had been locked around the waist of the woman in the kimono loosened slightly and were no longer so tight.

Ryougi Shiki let out a long breath, easing the dull pain in her chest and abdomen, while examining the deity's profile from an angle she had never seen before.

Sometimes, I'm as innocent and naive as a child;

Sometimes, one must be as shrewd and calculating as a politician.

Sometimes, be as gentle and loving as an angel;

Sometimes, it can bewitch people like a demon...

A multitude of ideas emerged from Ryougi Shiki's mind, eventually forming the large character "谜" (mystery).

What a god, impossible to understand and see through.

But it is very reliable and trustworthy.

The woman in the kimono smiled with relief and gave up trying to decipher it. However, driven by her pent-up curiosity, her slender, white fingertips unconsciously traced the contours of the deity's face, outlining the lines of the features.

Yes, it has warmth, it has realism, it has joy, it has sorrow...

It's like they're people just like us.

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the window, and Samael got out of bed and lazily stretched his limbs.

As the blanket was lifted, a lingering fragrance drifted into the ancient serpent's nostrils, involuntarily awakening the spirit's hangover memories.

Huh? It was taken away so quickly?

At this moment, looking at the empty bed, Samael savored the exceptionally wonderful touch and warmth of last night, and couldn't help but feel a little unsatisfied. He immediately got up, went to the corridor, and angrily protested to his good apprentice downstairs who was leisurely sipping coffee from Ryougi Shiki in the office.

"Orange, what's the rush? Shouldn't you let me finish using it before taking it away, as is customary?"

"Which one are you talking about?"

"Which one? What do you mean?"

Seeing that his beloved student seemed to be trying to change the subject and use public resources for private purposes, Samael looked bewildered.

Aozaki Touko blew on the steam from her coffee, then looked up at her mentor and partner on the second-floor corridor with a meaningful glance.

“Last night, I had some business to handle, so neither I nor it were home.”

At the same time, a chilling killing intent emanated from the downstairs bathroom. Another "Ryougi Shiki," forced to wear a maid outfit and holding a mop, pushed open the door and stepped out, gazing longingly at someone on the second floor.

"I'm curious, what do you mean by 'use'?"

After glancing around for a while, Samael saw the two almost identical Ryougi Shiki in the hall and realized something was wrong. He immediately swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and forced out a stiff smile.

"Um, I can explain..."

"Adult matters don't need to be explained to children; it's normal to have needs."

However, before Samael could even offer a defense, one of his good apprentices delivered the final blow without hesitation, casually sipping his coffee and asking a question with ill intent.

"By the way, both formulas are available today. Which one do you need to borrow?"

Instantly, the trembling victim's face turned ashen, and a chilling killing intent transformed into a bone-chilling current that swept through the entire Puppet House. Snowflakes formed from the light of blades bloomed before Samael's eyes.

"Immaculate Consciousness - The Realm of Emptiness!"

"Orange! I'm not done with you yet!"

Samael, who had been stabbed in the back by his good apprentice, looked at his aggrieved master who was rushing up to the second floor with a knife, ready to slaughter the god. His face turned green. He roared in grief and anger and decisively jumped out of the window to escape. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a streak of light and fled a hundred miles away.

Half an hour later, in the distance.

A hooded figure, acting suspiciously, stood in the shadows of the alley. After looking around for a while, it finally appeared, stepped into the barrier, and cautiously knocked on the door of Shuoyue's house.

"Samael, you've arrived? Please come in!"

When Sakuzuki Yoshiko opened the door, she was surprised to see that the guest she had invited the night before had arrived early. She was quite delighted and quickly took out slippers, knelt down in the entryway, and helped Samael put them on.

At this moment, having successfully evaded the treacherous snake that was being pursued by Ryougi Shiki, thanks to his years of experience dodging swords in chaotic situations, he felt a surge of security as he finally entered a closed room. He straightened his back slightly and thanked the woman who had unintentionally provided him with shelter.

"Thank you, Mrs. Shuoyue."

"You're too kind, just call me Yang Daizi."

Yoshiko smiled and nodded, shyly trying to build rapport, and then led Samael into the house.

Passing through the entryway and into the living room, one can see a table covered with a neat tablecloth, upon which are already laid out a number of freshly baked pastries.

Among them are Japanese wagashi (Japanese sweets) such as hagi mochi, mochi, and tempura snacks, as well as Western-style pastries such as crème brûlée, pumpkin pie, and apple pie.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't expect you to arrive so early. The tea and teaware weren't fully prepared yet, and some things needed to be made on the spot. I'm really sorry, I..."

Wearing an apron, dressed casually at home, the wife's pretty face was slightly flushed, looking quite embarrassed.

"Well, this is already quite a generous meal. You're too kind."

Samael coughed lightly and chuckled, raising his hand to interrupt the wife's self-pity, jokingly easing the awkward atmosphere in the room.

"Just treat this as a tea party among friends. Don't be so formal, otherwise I won't dare to come a second time."

"it is good!"

As a single mother with strong opinions, Yoshiko breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, feeling at ease. She gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and asked.

"So, would you prefer Western-style afternoon tea or Japanese-style afternoon tea?"

Matcha? Friends?

"Since we're here to experience the tea ceremony, let's do as the locals do."

Samael smiled in response, then pointed to the bathroom in the back room and casually asked a question.

"Excuse me, could I use the bathroom? I had a few drinks last night, and it would be a bit impolite to drink tea with that strong odor."

"of course can."

Sakuzuki Yoshiko readily agreed to the guest's reasonable request. She then led Samael into the bathroom, taught him how to use it, and filled a basin with hot water.

Then, the busy housewife took the initiative to speak.

"Please give me your dirty clothes. Also, there are a few men's suits at home that are about your size. If you don't mind, I'll get them for you."

"Then please."

Although Samael could handle it himself, he didn't want to refuse the other party's kindness, so he nodded in agreement and thanked them softly through the window.

Soon, Sakuzuki Yoshiko, who had retrieved clean clothes from the closet, hurried over.

"what!"

However, because the bathtub had been filled too full, water spilled onto the floor outside the bathroom. Sakuzuki Yoshiko, carrying her clothes, slipped on the water and cried out as she bumped into a protruding metal handle.

Fortunately, what touched that head was not a hard doorknob, but rather a well-proportioned pectoral muscle slightly damp with water droplets.

"Madam, be careful."

Samael, who had just jumped out of the bathtub with a towel wrapped around his lower body to save the day, gently reminded the woman as he raised his hand to help her right the fallen woman.

"boom!"