Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Then, Madam, would you mind lending a hand in the kitchen?"

Samael followed Miyu's gaze and looked at Sakuzuki Yoshiko beside him.

The married woman standing by the railing watched as the man holding two children's hands walked towards her, and for a moment, she was lost in thought.

"Ah? Okay...okay!"

In an instant, as her thoughts returned, Yoko Sakuzuki responded repeatedly, a blush spreading across her pretty face. Then, at Samael's prompting, she took her daughter Miyu's hand.

Four figures, two adults and two children, walked hand in hand towards the dollhouse in the moonlight, like a family of four strolling in the night.

Meanwhile, in the dense forest along the river, a white owl that had been perched on a branch, silently watching everything, took flight and disappeared into the deep darkness of the night.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Madam, you don't want Miyu to know about your affairs, do you? (4.3k)

Inside Illya's bedroom in the Doll House.

"It's no use trying to escape through the clouds, come over here!"

A cute twin-tailed girl in a gorgeous battle suit flashed across the TV screen, letting out a clear and sweet shout as she soared through the clouds.

"This is……"

Miyu, kneeling on the carpet,

A look of shock.

"Hmm... this is one of the sources of my magical imagination."

Ilya, sitting on the sofa, glanced at the magical girl anime DVD beside her, coughed lightly, and shared her experience. Because she had revealed her interest, her pretty face blushed slightly, revealing a hint of shyness.

"Although I'm a little embarrassed, magical girls need imagination."

"Leaving aside aerospace mechanics, this absurd disregard for the action and reaction forces of gravity and inertia..."

Having long been exposed to her mother's knowledge and led a life devoid of color, Meiyou still finds it hard to believe. Her somewhat serious personality leads her to begin analyzing and questioning the logic and scientific basis of the exaggerated expressions in anime on television.

In response, Ilya, sitting on the sofa, raised her hand and lightly scratched her cheek, looking somewhat helpless.

"Well, it's anime after all, Miyu, don't think too rigidly about it."

"After watching this anime, Miyu-sama should be able to learn to fly, right?"

A sapphire floating nearby flew over to inquire.

Although we won the last battle, it also exposed a lot of problems.

The most significant problem is that Miyu can't fly during battle.

Therefore, Ilya, who was fighting alone high in the sky, was completely at a disadvantage and almost got injured.

Therefore, after arriving home, the two whispered among themselves and began special training on this weakness.

However, due to her limited life experience and extremely serious nature, Miyu remains skeptical about irrational magic, and her lack of imagination also limits her ability to wield the power of the Kaleidoscope Wand.

"No, it shouldn't be... possible..."

As expected, the brief sharing of anime was not enough to shake Miyu's deeply ingrained scientific worldview.

"Even after reading this, I still don't understand the principles of flight, and it's difficult to translate them into concrete imagination..."

Miyu knelt on the carpet, her eyes glazed over, muttering to herself. Her brain was working at high speed, and she was almost delirious.

"Because the principle of buoyancy that makes it fly like a balloon cannot be seen, it can only be the same as the principle of an airplane's flight centered on lift."

That is, it should be linked to the laws of flight, but that can only be considered in the context of flight formulas with lift as the core.

According to the lift formula, p is the air density, s is the wing area, Cy is the lift coefficient, and v is the flight speed, so the lift L = 1/2CyρVS, but…

Meanwhile, on the sofa, the academically challenged Ilya seemed to instantly find herself in a math class at home. Her head was buzzing, her face scrunched up like a bitter gourd, her unfocused pupils turned into the shape of mosquito coils, and she involuntarily covered her head with both hands, wearing a broken expression that screamed, "Master, please stop lecturing!"

"Ruby's forehead hits!"

In an instant, accompanied by a loud bugle call, the flying ruby ​​slammed into Miyu's head, interrupting the top student's incantation.

The buzzing bedroom finally returned to peace.

At this moment, while the two little girls were exploring the mysteries of magical girls, their parents in the kitchen were busily preparing for dinner.

At the stove, Chef Sakuzuki Yoshiko easily took over the various ingredients prepared according to the process, and completed the dishes as smoothly as flowing water. For the first time, she felt that working in the kitchen could be so enjoyable, and her beautiful eyes, which occasionally glanced back, were full of admiration.

It must be said that Sakuzuki Yoshiko, as a polymath, is incredibly knowledgeable and has a wide range of knowledge about cuisines from various countries. From the vast sea of ​​recipes, how to choose and how to cook them is naturally unpredictable and impossible to trace.

If the kitchen helper were an ordinary person, they would probably find it difficult to keep up with this married woman's pace.

Coincidentally, although Samael hadn't cooked in a long time, as a gourmand who loved to enjoy life, his thousands of years of experience had given him an intimate knowledge of the cuisines and dishes of various countries. He could make whatever he wanted with ease, relying on his divine physical reactions and self-control, and could recreate almost exactly what he wanted.

Therefore, with this culinary scholar as her assistant, Samael could accurately prepare all the necessary items and help keep an eye on the heat and procedures whenever Yoshiko Sakuzuki had a thought.

Within this small kitchen, the combination of a generalist and an all-rounder complements each other perfectly, almost creating the atmosphere of a gathering of renowned chefs from around the world.

Soon, a full twelve dishes were served one after another. The rich aroma was so enticing that even the discerning Aozaki Touko couldn't help but put down her wine glass, sniff the air, and turn her gaze towards the dish.

"dinner time!"

Meanwhile, Ilya, who was forced to attend class upstairs, couldn't contain herself any longer. She grabbed the still-struggling top student Miyu and ran downstairs without saying a word.

As everyone gradually took their seats, the only sound at the table soon became the continuous, cheerful chewing sounds.

Half an hour later, a sumptuous dinner came to an end, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves immensely.

The lazy and gluttonous Nero had barely put down his chopsticks when he slipped away to wander off on his own. Aozaki Touko, who was smoking a cigarette after her meal, followed him under the pretext of expanding her business.

Illya was dragged back to the bedroom by Miyu, who was eager to learn, to continue studying the principles of magical girl flight.

Having thoroughly enjoyed himself in the kitchen, Samael had no interest in cleaning up the mess. He simply left the task of washing the kitchenware to Bazette and Angelica, while he leisurely strolled to the bar in the house, made a Margarita, handed it to Yoshiko Sakuzuki as a gesture of hospitality, and made himself a Bloody Mary, sipping it slowly.

"Madam, how about moving in with us?"

As she took a sip of wine, the sudden question in her ear caused Sakuzuki Yoshiko's hand, which was holding the wine glass, to tremble for no apparent reason.

Is it...so direct?

However, although……

It’s not impossible…

only……

The married woman, her mind a jumble of thoughts, bit her lip and looked up at Samael, who was leaning against the bar and blinking at her. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from the alcohol or the weather, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"I'm worried about Miyu..."

"Miyu? I asked her, and she agreed. She's very happy about it."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Shuoyue Yangdaizi was taken aback, her tone becoming even softer and more gentle, her voice almost inaudible.

"Then I...I didn't..."

"After all, Ilya is that child's best friend. Miyu was overjoyed to hear that she could be Ilya's neighbor and go to and from school together every day."

"Neighbor?"

The wife, whose mind was in turmoil, looked up in astonishment upon hearing this.

"correct."

Samael swirled his wine glass and nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Miyu is a child of gods after all. Although I don’t care, others may not. If this continues, a bunch of demons and monsters will inevitably come knocking. If you live alone near the mountains, I can’t guarantee that I can help you in time every time if you encounter trouble. Rather than leaving this hidden danger, it would be better to move to the shopping street and become neighbors. That way, it will be more convenient to take care of each other.”

"Is that all..."

Having grasped the meaning of the words, Yoshiko muttered to herself, her fingers unconsciously clenching tightly against her chest, a strange sense of loss welling up inside her.

Samael, whose hearing was excellent, blinked, looking surprised.

"only?"

"No, it's nothing!"

Shuoyue Yangdaizi snapped out of her daze, hurriedly shook her head, and then lowered her wandering eyes to the ground to observe the grain of the wooden planks.

"That's good."

The ancient snake nodded, smiled slightly, and casually asked a question.

When are you planning to move here?

Shuoyue Yangdaizi forced a smile, her face flushed.

"I've been looking for a job recently..."

Clearly, this multi-talented wife is not well-off.

"It's okay. I found a nice empty house next door a couple of days ago and even paid the initial deposit. If you and Meiyou like it, you can move in tomorrow. I'll feel more at ease then."

Having anticipated this, Samael immediately took out a prepared key from the drawer and handed it to Sakuzuki Yoshiko.

"Can……"

Before Shuoyue Yangdaizi could refuse, Gu She slightly raised his hand, his smile as gentle as a breeze.

"Galan Hall is short of an accountant. I don't have time to take care of my two children's school pick-up and drop-off and breakfast every day. If you don't mind, you can come to work during the day and take care of Ilya while you're at it."

"Um……!"

The meticulous care made this wife, who had been living a secluded life and working hard alone for her daughter for many years, feel a solid sense of support for the first time. She was completely captivated and nodded emphatically.

After resolving the issue of settling Shuoyue and her daughter, Samael was in high spirits and offered some kind reminders.

"There are still plenty of empty rooms tonight. You've had a few drinks, so don't go back yet. Wait until tomorrow morning to prepare for the move."

"Ok!"

Sakuzuki Yoshiko immediately nodded in agreement, and then quickly got into character, putting down her wine glass to prepare some snacks and fruits to take care of the two noisy little girls.

As night deepened, the two little girls, having had their fill of fussing, fell into a deep sleep together in one bed, soothed by Sakuzuki Yoshiko.

The wife, having successfully completed her mission, relaxed her tense nerves and felt a surge of fatigue.

Immediately, Sakuzuki Yotsuko, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, put down the picture book in her hand, yawned, got up, carefully went out, and went to the bathroom to take a shower to wash away her fatigue and grime.

However, just as the married woman stood under the showerhead, enjoying the pleasant sensation of water droplets sliding over her skin with her eyes closed, faint humming and moaning came from next door.

Sakuzuki Yoshiko paused for a moment, then subconsciously turned off the shower, wrapped herself in a bath towel, and followed the sound to the door of the master bedroom on the second floor.

"Trying to run? Come back here!"

A low, domineering snort came from inside the door, carrying a hint of mockery and cruelty, like a malevolent beast ruthlessly tormenting its prey.

"Ah, my dear disciple, as a 'reward' for last time, you can add a near-death experience to your training tonight."

At this moment, the faint chanting turned into wailing and pleas for mercy, rising and falling, constantly pouring into the ears of the figure in the corridor through the not-yet-closed door, and like a demonic sound, repeatedly swirling and surging in the brain, causing the entire skull and brain to float and buzz.

As if possessed, Shuoyue Yangdaizi moved forward and pushed open the tiny gap. Upon seeing her, she couldn't help but panic and lean against the side of the porch. Her limp body slid down because she couldn't support herself. Her skin was covered in an alluring rose red from being highly engorged with blood, and her rapid breathing carried a heat that almost ignited the air.

The woman, who had lived alone for many years, had her instincts awakened, and her body involuntarily raised her hands...

Whether it was a brief moment or a long century, simultaneous, high-pitched murmurs emanated from both inside and outside the door, like the mournful cry of a dying swan raising its head.

This is so, so shameful...

At this moment, the heat subsided and a cold wind blew. The married woman in the corridor came back to her senses from the afterglow. She couldn't help but bite her moist cherry lips, feeling guilty. She subconsciously wanted to struggle to get up and escape from the scene of the crime.

"Snapped!"

However, just as Sakuzuki Yoshiko leaned against the wall, stood up, and turned her head, her slender, bright eyes were suddenly grabbed by an arm that reached out from inside the door.

Looking back, a pair of dark, vertical pupils under the moonlight resembled a snake capturing its prey, opening and closing eerily. The head that had unknowingly approached whispered in the ear, and the corners of the lips curled up, revealing a cruel and teasing interest in the prey.

"Madam, you wouldn't want Miyu to know about this, would you?"

"Well……"

In an instant, the little white rabbit, whose physical and psychological defenses had completely collapsed, let out a useless wail, and her weak figure was cruelly dragged into the devil's lair.

A new round of eating has begun.

Dark clouds obscured the moon, the night was deep and the stars were dim. The branches outside the window rustled in the breeze. A white owl perched on a street lamp stared intently into the bedroom, its sharp eyes wide open. Its clenched talons produced a metallic tearing sound.

"puff!"

However, just as the pure white owl was about to flap its wings to report its mission, it suddenly exploded, turning into a shimmering cloud of stardust that drifted away in the wind.

Meanwhile, in Xindu, at the church apartment building.