Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

After a moment's thought, Samael picked up Bazette's cargo box and spoke arrogantly.

"Here's what we'll do. I'll take all these popsicles. You don't need to go to the shop owner anymore. Just stay with me and work for me. I'll pay you the appropriate wages."

"Don't worry, I can manage on my own! Besides, I finally found this job, why would I quit like this..."

After many hardships, the unregistered person finally found a place to settle down, and shook his head with arrogance.

Upon hearing such a spirited declaration, Samael smiled and slowly raised one finger.

"1000 yen..."

"...!"

Instantly, Bazett's pupils dilated violently, and his throat throbbed as he swallowed the frantically secreted saliva.

But then, one of the designated seal enforcers shook his head, trying to regain his senses, and racked his brains for a way to say...

He justified his adherence to his principles with a righteous and stern expression.

"My boss is pretty good to me..."

"Oh, I forgot to mention that."

Samael didn't seem to care, his expression brightening even more as he added with a smile.

"That's the hourly wage."

"...!!!"

In an instant, Bazett was struck dumb, his eyes shining like stars, and a visible symbol appeared deep in his pupils.

"I did it!"

The next moment, Bazett, who was desperately poor, nodded without hesitation, casting aside any pretense of steadfastness and self-restraint.

1000 yen per hour! Finally, she no longer has to sleep on the streets, worry about not having enough to eat, or worry about not getting anything in return for her hard work.

Suddenly, Bazett, his mind racing with thoughts, looked up at his generous new employer with an intensely fervent and devout gaze, as if looking at a radiant golden statue.

With a surge of excitement in his chest, the designated seal executor, who had been completely tamed by the mindset of the working class, adopted the most devout attitude and the most honorable title he had ever used since he started his career.

"Master, what do you need? Please give your orders!"

Incidentally, she used to work as a waitress at a maid cafe.

"Ahem, now let's talk about compensation. Your workday will be calculated as twelve hours, with an hourly wage of one thousand yen. Is that acceptable to you?"

Suddenly, Samael coughed as Bazett called him "Master" in a loud voice. He instinctively wanted her to change her address, but when he saw Bazett's serious expression, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure.

So he didn't correct Bazett's way of addressing her, but instead seriously talked to her about her specific salary and benefits.

The hourly wage of 1000 yen is indeed less than the 5000 yen per hour that Luvia would later earn for luring Rin Tohsaka into her home, but it's enough to fool Bazett.

Moreover, Samael was quite generous in his assessment of working hours, all for the sake of that one word, "master."

"no!"

However, Bazett unexpectedly raised objections, not about the hourly wage, but rather about the working hours.

"I feel like I could work 24 hours a day!"

Working 24 hours a day?

Samael looked at the worker, whose face was flushed and whose emotions were running high, with a strange look in his eyes, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Do you really want to work 12 hours a day and then continue working 12 hours a night in my bed?

This isn't a good idea; there are too many restricted scenes, making it easy for the film to fail censorship.

Of course, Bazett was clearly unaware of the ambiguity in his words. As a corporate slave tamed by the mentality of working for others, this woman was only focused on making more money.

But... I find it quite interesting.

“I see. It’s not impossible for you to work 24 hours a day, but your hourly wage will probably be lower. I can only pay you 500 yen per hour.”

After feigning a moment of hesitation, Samael indicated that he accepted the objections, but in return, he also made his own demands.

You want to extend your working hours? In that case, I'll have to reduce your hourly wage.

"How could this be? There's so much less now."

Bazett had calculated that if the hourly wage was 1,000 yen, then 24 hours a day would be 24,000 yen, which theoretically would be more than what he could earn working in any shop in Fuyuki City.

But to her surprise, Samael suddenly cut her hourly wage, which put her in a dilemma.

"There's no other way. After all, you work too long hours. If I don't reduce your salary, I'm afraid I can't afford to hire you. At worst, I'll provide you with three meals a day and room and board. Is that alright?"

Faced with Bazett's dilemma, Samael shrugged, indicating that he couldn't help, but then he offered Bazett a sweet treat.

With three meals a day and accommodation included, you're bound to be tempted!

"In that case... okay, I agree!"

After careful consideration, Bazett thought it was a good idea and immediately nodded in agreement, his face full of joy, as if he had accomplished something impossible.

But little did she know that Samael was secretly laughing his head off.

Is there a difference between a 1,000-hour wage for 12 hours and a 500-hour wage for 24 hours?

As for the issue of food and lodging, didn't she know that it was included in the initial plan?

How could this child be so adorably silly?

This is hilarious!

However, precisely because of this, Samael's desire to tease Bazett grew stronger and stronger, and he felt that he could not stop at all!

"Very good, believe me, you will never regret your choice. However... now that you are my servant, shouldn't you change your clothes?"

With the salary issue settled, Samael had no intention of stopping. Instead, after looking Bazett up and down, he stroked his chin and uttered the following statement.

"Clothes? What clothes do I need to change into?"

Upon suddenly hearing that he needed to change his clothes, Bazett's expression froze for a moment. He then glanced at his indecent attire and felt a pang of embarrassment. His usually resolute face softened, and he couldn't help but feel a flush of heat.

He was burning up and nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, my suits are all in my suitcase. I'll change into them when we get to a secluded spot."

As he spoke, the designated seal executor, who was sleeping on the street, skillfully pulled his suitcase out of the bushes on the side.

However, Samael shook his head in denial, his face tense as he spoke seriously and solemnly.

"Why wear a suit? Since we're here to work, as servants, we should wear servant's clothes!"

Faced with Bazett's confusion, the scum snake, who had completely figured out Bazett's personality, said something that seemed reasonable but was actually just a bunch of nonsense to fool people.

If it were another old friend who was even slightly more shrewd, they would definitely have directly refuted him.

Unfortunately, after pondering for a moment, Bazett nodded in complete agreement.

"It seems you agree, right? Well then, from today onwards, this will be your work uniform."

Seeing that Bazett did not raise any further objections, Samael smiled slightly and then flicked his finger to open a spatial rift, taking out a black and white maid outfit from his collection.

Incidentally, she was wearing white stockings and black leather shoes.

Yes, very professional.

Chapter Nineteen: I will protect your chastity with my life! (4.6k)

As the newly hired combat maid emerged from the barrier of the park's dense forest, Samael's eyes lit up.

It must be said that although Bazett is not good at dressing up, she is still a naturally beautiful woman. Her chiseled facial features exude a heroic spirit, and a beauty mark at the corner of her eye, like a cinnabar dot, adds to her charm and allure.

Having abandoned the formal and serious suit, the tight-fitting maid outfit accentuated her well-trained and beautiful body lines, as well as a touch of natural feminine softness.

Especially the heaving waves on her chest were quite turbulent and eye-catching.

The ancient snake's gaze lingered on a certain spot for a moment, then it gave a thumbs-up, expressing its sincere admiration.

"Not bad, quite pretty."

"But it's too tight. I feel like this outfit is affecting my combat ability."

Bazett cupped the two lumps of fat on his chest with both hands, and tried to move his tightly bound waist. He couldn't help but frown slightly, beginning to doubt the nature of this work uniform.

Samael turned around, patted Bazette's smooth, jade-like shoulder with one hand, his face serious and his gaze distant.

"If you can dance while wearing shackles, wouldn't you be able to dance even more perfectly without them? Putting on this garment to limit yourself, and then breaking through your limitations, isn't that a kind of self-cultivation?"

"Well, that makes sense!"

Upon hearing this, Bazett thought of someone's monstrous fighting power in the Fourth Holy Grail War, his eyes suddenly gleaming, and he slammed his right fist into his left palm, nodding excitedly.

She believed it again.

"From now on, take good care of your work clothes."

Samael's lips curled into a pleased smile, and he spoke slowly and deliberately, his words uttered playfully from between his half-open lips.

"Oh, by the way, this outfit is worth 3000 million yen..."

creak!

Suddenly, the once spirited battle maid stumbled and nearly fell straight to the ground.

Wearing clothes worth 3000 million yen and parading around town, for a poor person, that feeling is simply not very satisfying.

For a moment, Bazette was at a loss, fearing that she might tear the luxurious and exquisite maid outfit if she wasn't careful.

She hasn't finished paying off her 8000 million yuan debt yet. If she loses another 3000 million yuan, she'll basically have to work until she dies for the rest of her life.

"No, it's too valuable! I..."

"Well, since it's a work uniform, according to the agreement, after three years, if the uniform is undamaged, it will belong to the employee. You can do whatever you want with it."

Samael, with his back to Bazett, muttered to himself as he walked, rubbing his chin. Then, he turned around with a smile and looked at the combat maid behind him, who had her hands on her shoulder straps and was almost about to undress on the spot. He asked her in surprise.

"By the way, what did you just say?"

"It's nothing, I guarantee I'll complete the mission! Master!"

Bazett snapped to attention, and with lightning speed, lowered his hands, straightened his chest, and, like a well-trained soldier, let out a high-pitched echo.

"Very good! Very energetic!"

Samael nodded in satisfaction, the twitching facial muscles barely concealing the wicked grin that lurked in his bones.

3000 million! My 3000 million!

Completely oblivious to all of this, Bazett was preoccupied with admiring her exquisite and luxurious maid outfit, her eyes shining, utterly unaware that she had been completely captivated.

To protect his precious private property, the once decisive and efficient designated seal executor has become even more cautious and hesitant in his walk.

The ancient snake kept turning back to admire the scenery, taking one step at a time, until it approached the corner where the population was gradually increasing, at which point it leisurely and solemnly gave a reminder.

"Don't worry, I added some hardening magic to the clothes for easy storage. They can still withstand normal movements."

I see……

Bazett felt slightly relieved and became less cautious about protecting his assets.

"However, given your exaggerated physical abilities and your history of often losing control and causing chaos at the scene, I suggest you take this opportunity to slowly learn to control your own power."

"Ok!"

Hearing that meaning

The meaningful reminder made Bazett nod again, his eyes filled with gratitude.

So that's what you meant!

The battle maid, who was completely convinced of the power of the battle, looked at the tall, upright figure in front of her, and a strange color gradually appeared in her eyes.

Feeling the intense gaze behind him, Samael laughed wildly in his heart.

This silly roe deer is so cute.

Can you guarantee that this maid outfit will remain safe and sound for the next three years?

Given Fuyuki City's track record and Bazette's bad luck, it would be a miracle if they were safe.

So, Sister Ba, work for me until you die.

A certain wicked snake, harboring malicious intentions, curled its lips into an evil smile.

After a brief moment of pleasure, Samael calmed his chaotic thoughts, coughed lightly, and changed the subject.