Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Hey, what kind of look is that? You don't need to pity me!"

The little girl sniffed, stiffened her snow-white neck, tried hard not to let the tears fall, and put one hand on her hip and snorted coldly.

"The Animusfia family always keeps its word! As the acting head of the family, I will honor the agreement and repay my father's debts with my own! Sign it quickly, and I'll obey your every command from now on!"

"While it's very bold of you, could you please wipe away your tears before saying these words?"

Samael twitched his lips and helplessly handed over a tissue.

"Oh, thank you..."

But then, Olga Marie, realizing what was happening, froze, threw the half-used tissue on the ground, and stomped on it twice.

"Ah, no! Who, who's crying? I just got sand in my eyes!"

"Sorry, the tsundere archetype has been phased out..."

Samael rolled his eyes at the silly roe deer in front of him, annoyed.

Hearing the unfamiliar words, Olga Marie looked completely bewildered.

"Wha, what?"

Samael, too lazy to explain further, walked towards the beverage machine in the corner and turned to look at Olga Marie.

"I mean there might be some misunderstanding here. We can sit down and talk it over. Would you like to have a hot drink to warm yourself up? What do you like?"

"Juice, thank you."

Olga Marie made the request instinctively, but when she came to her senses and looked at the extra glass of hot orange juice in her hand, she immediately slammed the glass down on the table in shame and anger, and stood up abruptly.

"No, you've tricked me again! The contract! Sign the contract now!"

Samael stared speechlessly at the little girl who had grabbed the forced contract from the table and was waving it around in front of him on tiptoe.

Are you in such a hurry to sell yourself?

"Hey, don't ignore me! Sign it, right now!"

Despite being sent into a fire pit, little Olga Marie acted arrogantly, turning the tables and taking the lead despite being in a weaker position.

Seeing this, Samael was even more at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.

Olga Marie, as an aristocrat, is proud and self-righteous. Due to her father Marissbury's neglect, she has a somewhat volatile temper, but is inherently a proud and appreciative person who values ​​those around her. She dislikes owing favors and always repays kindness. She likes to appear strong, but is actually fragile and easily hurt; she is both assertive and delicate.

In addition, as a nobleman's son who has received a formal education, this child is quite intelligent and has a wealth of knowledge.

If she had been born into an ordinary family, she would definitely have been a good and qualified daughter.

Unfortunately, she was the daughter of the Celestial Sovereign. While her magical talent was decent, she lacked the aptitude to become a Master, making it difficult for her to continue the Animusfia lineage's long-cherished wish to pursue the Root. This was precisely why Marisbury abandoned her.

For a demonic family, a successor who cannot surpass their fathers and fulfill their mission is destined to be nothing more than a useless ornament, no matter how outstanding they are in other aspects.

"Hey, are you even listening to me?! Damn it! Don't run away!"

Olga Marie, carrying the mandatory contract, chased after Samael, angrily demanding that he fulfill the contract.

A moment later, the man who had been pacing and thinking in the reception room suddenly stopped, punched his palm, and a joyful smile spread across his face.

"Well, it's decided!"

"What...what do you want to do..."

As Samael turned around, Olga Marie, who had been so arrogant just moments before, was instantly terrified, her face turning pale. She instinctively clutched her chest and backed away repeatedly.

Clearly, tsundere characters are mostly all bark and no bite.

Samael magnanimously ignored the little girl's stress reaction, his smile widening, a playful glint in his eyes, and he spoke leisurely.

"Mary, would you like to be your dad's boss? Someone you can see anytime, order him around, or fire him?"

The whispers that kept echoing in her ears, with their irresistible allure, made Olga Marie stop in her tracks and look up in a daze.

In her hazy vision, she seemed to see a serpent demon in the Garden of Eden, smiling and waving an apple in front of her.

Gradually, the girl swallowed, and a flickering flame ignited in her eyes.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Handsome Guy, Wanna Date? (4.4k)

10 Downing Street, the cloister.

"What did you say to her? The child seemed very happy."

The red-haired secretary, dressed in a black office lady outfit with a deep cleavage, held a folder and watched Olga Marie's departing figure with great curiosity.

"Something interesting."

Samael smiled mysteriously, a slight smirk playing on his lips, without offering any further explanation.

Actually, it was nothing; he was just bored and looking for some amusement.

.

For example, the decision was made to have the future director of Chaldea, who was only twelve years old, take office ahead of schedule and become Old Ma's superior, so that he could freely mess with the research results of that astronomical monarch...

The person who had dug the pit was savoring the astonishment Maris Billy felt when he received the call. After a moment of quiet schadenfreude, he turned to Boudica beside him and rolled his eyes.

"Wait a minute, you almost got me out of this. You knew perfectly well that this had nothing to do with me, yet you deliberately spoke so ambiguously just now. That's not very friendly, Your Majesty."

"You can't say that. How do I know if this might be your lost treasure?"

Boudica smiled broadly, her eyes sparkling, her tone full of meaning.

"After all, it's because you're so loving."

"Including you?"

Samael heard the sarcasm in those words and his eyes lit up with amusement.

For a moment, Boudica's cheeks flushed slightly as she stood at the door, giving someone a charmingly disdainful look.

"Does this constitute workplace sexual harassment?"

"Why can't this be considered a legitimate invitation? Are you free? How about we go out for coffee?"

Samael leaned lazily against the doorway, asking with a smile.

Boudica's face showed a flicker of interest, and she instinctively wanted to agree, but then she seemed to realize something and shook her head helplessly.

"I'm afraid that won't work. It's working hours now, and the Queen and the Prime Minister have important guests to meet later."

"Important guest?"

"The current Queen of Ireland."

"Maeve?"

Upon hearing this, Samael's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and he seemed to be deep in thought.

He wondered who was so prestigious as to want Morgan and Artoria to meet them together; it turned out to be that woman.

Given the geographical relationship between Britain and Ireland, the meeting between their heads of state is a normal state affair, and it is not surprising that it was conducted with such formality.

"Oh, so you know him..."

The Secretary-General drew out his words, his expression playful.

"What are you thinking!"

Feeling his reputation was damaged, Samael rolled his eyes and gave a sullen snort as he tried to clear his name.

"While I was wandering around Tulipas, I had some dealings with a Grand Master of the Fiona Knights and the First Warrior in exile, and learned a little about the current situation in Ireland."

"That's right..."

Boudica remained noncommittal about this explanation, then glanced at the folder and a smirk appeared on her lips.

"It just so happens that this is a private meeting, and your name seems to be on the list. You will be accompanying the Queen and the Prime Minister in about half an hour. I came to talk to you about this, so please remember to prepare in advance."

Why do I still have to go to work even though I'm retired?

Samuelton felt a headache coming on at the mere mention of troublesome words like "banquet."

"Let's go, I'll take you to the dressing room to change into something more formal."

At that moment, the dutiful secretary general, without waiting for Samael to refuse, pulled the former Roman prince up and led him to prepare.

Half an hour later, Boudica finished buttoning the last button on her suit, then stepped back a few paces, looked the figure in front of her up and down, nodded in satisfaction, and revealed a hint of appreciation and amazement in her beautiful eyes.

"I must say, your appearance is still perfect."

"Captivated?"

"A little bit, but not much."

"Then you'd better be careful."

Samael straightened his collar in front of the mirror, smiled, and spoke meaningfully.

"Misfortune often has a beautiful beginning, and evil often appears in the guise of an angel..."

A demon? A demon that's more like an angel than an angel?

Boudica was taken aback at first, then chuckled and shook her head.

"Stop daydreaming, Your Excellency Secretary-General, we're going to be late, please lead the way."

Hearing the helpless reminder in her ear, Boudica, who was engrossed in choosing clothes for someone and carefully dressing them up, raised her hand to look at her watch and suddenly realized what was happening. She quickly pulled Samael up and ran towards the reception room.

By the time the two arrived in a flurry, the tea party inside had already begun.

"Sorry, something came up and we're late."

After catching his breath and straightening his clothes outside the door, Boudika led Samael inside, apologizing repeatedly.

Morgan and Artoria looked up at the doorway, their eyes falling on Boudica's slightly heaving chest and the hands that had been clasped when she came in. They frowned slightly, their eyes flickering.

What took more than half an hour...?

"Oh, so you are the hero who quelled the Wild Hunt."

Just as Morgan and Artoria were beginning to have doubts, a pleasant voice came from the sofa in the living room. Curious eyes looked Samael up and down and nodded in satisfaction.

"Hmm, not bad, just my type."

The speaker was a beautiful, fair-skinned, tall woman with a hot figure and long, pink hair like waves of wheat.

At this moment, she was wearing a stylish black trench coat and a fur-trimmed shawl, lounging lazily on the sofa, her curiously blinking brown eyes like flowing honey, exuding a sweet and charming allure.

Queen Maeve, the current ruler of Ireland, has a name that means "something that makes one drunk" in the local language.

To be fair, she is a very charming woman.

Moreover, he exudes a strong, assertive aura.

But such a blatant display of affection made Morgan, who was sitting in the room, restless. He immediately frowned and gave a cold snort as a reminder.

"This is a public place, please have some self-respect!"

Artoria also looked displeased and glanced at May.

Fu's gaze held a hint of hostility.

The two sisters present were like two lions defending their territory.

"Huh? You're angry so quickly?"

As Morgan and Artoria glared at each other, Maeve waved her hand dismissively, looked at her freshly painted nails, and spoke with a smile.

“I’m sorry, I was just being honest about what I was thinking. After all, we Irish people aren’t as hypocritical as the so-called ladies and gentlemen of Britain.”

Then, the Queen of Ireland looked at Samael with even greater interest as he entered, patted the empty space beside her, and beckoned with her slender white fingers.

"Hey, buddy across the street, how about you consider sitting next to me?"

Sensing the two terrifying killing intents behind him, Samael shook his head without hesitation and sat down opposite them.

The understanding Boudica sat in the middle, separating the two and taking on a considerable amount of pressure for Samael.

Boudica!

Such a thoughtful gesture almost moved Samael, who was sitting on pins and needles, to tears.

"She actually managed to resist my charm..."

After being rejected, Maeve was not discouraged. Instead, she looked surprised and her smile became even brighter.