Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Ahem, next, take me to the Mage Association's base in Fuyuki City. You should be quite familiar with that place."

"The Magicians' Guild headquarters? What are we going there for?"

Bazett was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, somewhat surprised.

"I picked up a package. I borrowed some stuff from an old acquaintance at the Clock Tower... cough cough... to play with."

Samael answered casually, a hint of amusement and anticipation flickering in his dark eyes.

As evening approached, dusk drew near.

Samael, accompanied by his personal maid, strolled through the newly opened night market in Fuyuki City, stopping occasionally to sample some street food and enjoy the lively atmosphere of the city.

Meanwhile, Bazett, carrying a black leather briefcase, followed closely behind his master, his sharp, hawk-like eyes constantly scanning his surroundings, displaying remarkable professionalism.

Picking up the package didn't actually take much time.

To have some money to spare, Samael also went to an auction house and sold a few rare ancient coins.

He didn't have any cash.

But he has many similar collections.

However, even after wandering around outside all day, Samael still didn't dare to go home.

After all, his good apprentice, Orange, had just betrayed him.

Who knows if, during this time, that woman will expose all the dirty deeds he's done to the doll.

At that time, wouldn't he be chased and hacked all over the world by the enraged victim, who would take up a halberd?

Rather than going to their door and waiting to be retaliated against, it's better to lay low for a while.

It's not too late to sneak back once things have calmed down.

After a brief moment of thought, Samael decided on where to stay for the night.

"You think you can bribe me with a bag of salted olives? What do you take this place for? The small inn is next door, do you need me to pay for you to open one? Father?"

As night fell, in Xindu, in front of the steps of a solitary apartment, the silver-haired, purple-eyed, nascent form of the goddess of wisdom blocked the half-open door, letting out an unpleasant snort.

Samael could smell the sour odor that filled the air from afar.

"Snapped!"

But then, a sharp rap on the head struck Athena, and Samael grumbled with a dark expression.

"What are you thinking?! There are two rooms, you three can share them, I'll sleep on the sofa!"

"But you two are trying to bribe me with just one bag?"

The little girl, holding her head in her hands, got the answer she wanted. She changed the subject, shifting her dissatisfaction to the sincerity of the bribe, and huffed angrily.

"Understood, two packs..."

Samael, who had been playing mind games with his adopted daughter for thousands of years, was used to it. He skillfully took out another bag of snacks he had prepared from the spatial rift and handed it over.

Athena nodded and accepted the gift, then contentedly opened the door to allow the two to enter.

Inside the house, Karen was sitting on the sofa, watching a bizarre and terrifying movie on TV with great interest.

Her Highness was already used to the arrival of this godfather, and simply gave a soft "hmm" in greeting.

However, her legs, which were sitting cross-legged, trembled slightly, her pearly teeth bit her moist cherry lips, and her open eyes were filled with watery light.

The situation has become serious again.

Samael was both amused and exasperated. Helpless, he raised his hand and brushed it across the head of the female priest to reconcile the balance between the power of Amor and the mark of Satan.

"Um..."

As her regular physical therapy session ended, Karen's lips parted slightly, her drawn-out voice carrying a subtle, indescribable melodious quality, and her tense body relaxed.

He lay lazily on the sofa like a cat whose fur had been stroked, continuing to watch the grotesque horror movies on the TV screen, filled with blood and gore and flying limbs.

“Athena, you and Karen can squeeze in, Bazett can have one room, and the hall is mine.”

As night deepened, Samael, unable to resist yawning, casually assigned accommodations.

"No! I don't want to live with those creepy things!"

However, this unexpectedly provoked a strong protest from Athena.

"What nonsense are you talking about? What an adorable child!"

Karen, one of the roommates, walked out of her bedroom carrying a small white rabbit, grooming its fur as she showed it to everyone.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the pet lying in its owner's arms behaved very well and docilely, its eyes remaining completely still.

Because it was already dead, what you see before you is just a lifelike specimen.

Blowing away the fur reveals traces of formalin preservation and several fine fish gut lines used to stitch up the wound.

Looking behind Karen, the bedroom's furnishings were even more...

It was eerily gloomy.

The painting above the bed is a scene from Dante's Divine Comedy, depicting Hell where demons devour the souls of sinners thrown into the realm. The bloody scene and distorted style are unsettling.

On one side of the wall, on a shelf, were bottles and jars filled with suspicious, multicolored solutions. Some contained the mutated eyeballs of monsters; others contained dried, grotesque claws; and still others directly stored complete embryos of special creatures.

On the table, there was a completely disassembled, stark white skull, its delicate sphenoid bone gleaming under the lamp.

As expected of Mapo Tofu's daughter, her hobbies are quite unique...

If I didn't know this was your room, I would have thought it was the hideout of that deranged serial killer.

Samael looked into the bedroom, which was completely unrelated to the word "young girl" and looked like something out of hell or prison, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Then, considering that this godforsaken place was indeed not conducive to the healthy physical and mental development of children, the ancient serpent ignored Athena, who was looking at him expectantly, and instead made adjustments to the arrangements.

"Well then, Bazett, you and Athena can squeeze in together."

whispering sound!

Athena, who had been assigned a new roommate, pouted unhappily, showing no joy whatsoever.

But he had no choice but to submit to his father's tyranny and obediently go back to his room with Bazett.

As the three figures entered the bedroom one after another and closed the door, Samael's serious elder demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by an uncontrollable excitement and impulse.

Now I can finally binge-watch dramas and anime in peace!

The man cheerfully clenched his fist in mid-air, brimming with excitement. He then skillfully pulled out several packets of snacks from a hidden compartment under the sofa, eating them while selecting channels.

Little Athena, who had entered the bedroom, was not in a hurry to fall asleep. Instead, she leaned against the headboard and, in the guise of an innocent child, began to subtly extract information from a certain silly and cute maid.

Soon, the wise goddess, whose mind was as cunning as a honeycomb briquette, thoroughly investigated Bazett's background.

Athena glanced at the exquisite black leather suitcase in the corner, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"So, the things in this box are gifts he specially prepared for his two children?"

"Hmm, judging from the aura, it should be a high-end item from the Clock Tower."

Bazett, who had no intention of hiding anything, nodded truthfully.

"So, besides these, what else did he prepare?"

"Hmm, does what you have in your hand count?"

Athena gazed at the two meager bags of salted olives in her hands, then at the heavy, ornate leather trunk in the corner. Her pearly teeth chattered, and her slightly narrowed purple eyes, like two crystals reflecting the night sky, held a smile that seemed to linger on her face.

"Oh, by the way, your maid outfit is worth 3000 million, right?"

Bazett nodded subconsciously, but the moment she looked up, she was shocked to notice that beneath the seemingly harmless smile on that delicate face lay a malicious intent.

However, before the designated seal executor could react, the surrounding sheets and blankets, like living snakes, tightly wrapped around her limbs, binding her firmly to the head and foot of the bed in a "T" shape.

Just as Bazett was about to gather his magic power and break free from his restraints, he was caught off guard by the sudden attack from the little girl beside him when a teasing whisper reached his ears.

"3000 million, don't touch it, or I won't pay for it if you break it."

"Ugh...!"

In an instant, the demon's whisper struck the designated seal executor like a thunderbolt, leaving him utterly deflated. Like a dead fish stranded on the beach, he collapsed onto the bed, motionless.

The bright moonlight shone through the window and into the room. A petite figure clapped her fair fingers and got out of bed with satisfaction.

As she walked towards the door, her childlike figure gradually lengthened in the moonlight, transforming into an elegant goddess wearing a laurel crown, with silver hair flowing down her shoulders, and dressed in a hazy white gauze dress.

A moment later, the tall figure, without even glancing at the black briefcase in the corner, simply bent down, opened the door, and with bare feet as if carved from jade, lightly stepped across the porch. Her agile figure, like that of a feline, moved quietly towards the sofa, like a solitary elf dancing under the moon.

The moment she spotted her target, the goddess pounced on it like an owl spotting a field mouse.

"Athena? What are you doing out here so late at night instead of sleeping?"

Startled awake, Samael stared in astonishment at the adult goddess of wisdom straddling his waist and pinning him down on the sofa.

"Make up the difference!"

Under the cool moonlight, the Greek goddess of wisdom peeked at the exquisite leather suitcase in the corner of the bedroom, then looked down at her caretaker whom she had successfully pinned down, her eyes gleaming with a righteous air.

"If you won't give it to me, I'll take it myself!"

She was never a well-behaved child.

Let's start by collecting some interest.

At this moment, Pallas Athena, who usually appears as the elegant and intellectual goddess of wisdom, looked at her prey and completely revealed the tough and fierce side of the goddess of war, bowing her head and pressing down.

"...You...I...Waaah..."

Gradually, muffled murmurs, their lips sealed together, drifted from inside the room, and two figures under the moonlight began to intertwine.

Meanwhile, in the opposite side-lying position, Karen, whose whole body was burning with heat and whose blood was almost boiling, uttered a few incoherent murmurs mixed with inexplicable emotions before sitting up abruptly in bed. The demonic brand on her smooth back shimmered in the darkness.

Gulu...

The saintess, her nostrils flaring, smelled the lingering hormones in the air, her lips and teeth growing increasingly dry, her pulsating throat constantly swallowing the small amounts of saliva she secreted.

But this was a futile effort, only making Karen's drowsy mind gradually clear. Her cheeks flushed, and rows of pink, heart-shaped mists emerged from the depths of her golden eyes.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the door swung open, and the battle in the hall briefly subsided after a period of commotion.

It became even more intense.

Bound tightly to the bed, the combat maid Bazett could only watch helplessly through the crack in the door as all this unfolded. Her teeth were clenched, her face filled with humiliation and indignation.

I'm so sorry, Master, I failed to protect your chastity!

Chapter Twenty: Shochu, Sign a Contract with Me and Become a Magical Girl! (5k)

The next morning, Samael stretched his arms slightly, turned to look at the two silver-haired beauties who were sandwiching him like a sandwich, and compared with great interest the differences in their personalities, appearances and figures.

Although both are silver-tongued, cunning, and sharp-tongued, their personalities are quite different.

Athena is elegant and decisive, often possessing the wisdom to see through the essence of things at a glance. She prefers initiative and control, and usually appears indifferent to everything, but once her attention is captured, her powerful aggression and competitiveness as a war goddess are aroused.

Karen is the opposite; she is passive and honestly endures everything. However, this seemingly masochistic nature is not pure because she inherited some of Kirei Kotomine's morbid psychology, and she occasionally reveals her sadistic dark nature of seeking pleasure.

That is, having a cruel and intense desire to "destroy the happiness of others and expose their inner traumas".

At the same time, due to their long-term religious life and their saintly constitution with the qualities of "pure maidens," these immoral thoughts often brew into feelings of guilt.

Thus, Karen followed in her father Kirei Kotomine's footsteps, choosing to suppress her true nature and dedicate her life entirely to her faith, believing that she existed to serve the Lord in heaven and the people whom the Lord loves. She possessed this strong belief and faith.

Kirei Kotomine once quipped that his daughter was a Frankenstein's monster, possessing both her mother's appearance and her father's inner qualities.

Fortunately, because this girl did not experience the tragic era of childhood deprivation and strict dogma, and because she received regular treatment and psychological counseling from a young age, this saintess with some antisocial personality traits is more unrestrained in personality and has a richer range of expressions than I remember.

Commonly known as, it has a more "human touch".

This situation is far better than Kirei Kotomine's symptoms.

Karen generally treated her father coldly and didn't get along with him much on a daily basis.

After all, due to the influence of her genes, she has been constantly struggling in the quagmire of humanity and animality, morality and self, and has suffered a lot. It would be strange if she gave the other party a nice look.

Of course, while not as twisted as Kirei Kotomine, Kallen, as the successor, did just as many despicable things.

For example, during her time at the church school, she drugged the fat old woman who was punishing her, then lured a lewd monk who wanted to grope her into the room, and then slipped away and locked the door. It is said that the screams lasted for a whole day.

For example, the reason for choosing to be a health teacher is to be able to see the children's crying faces up close. She always complains that the injuries of the injured sent to the school hospital are not serious enough, but she doesn't seem to know much about treating illnesses.

For example, some people might go to amusement parks to see the crying faces of lost children...