Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Along the way, the woman spy clearly couldn't hide the man's flamboyant gait with his pigeon-toed gait and the obvious pain in a certain area.

Due to her profession, she has an innate wariness and disdain for men who are unable to control themselves.

So, whether this dance is a welcome or a test, it at least reveals that the new colleague is someone who can control their nature in the face of temptation and is unlikely to do anything inappropriate while the opposite sex is drunk.

It's obvious who the victim of this coincidence is.

Mata Hari glanced into another bedroom.

On the bed, the drunken female pirate ripped off her bra strap and lay sprawled out, fast asleep. As she rolled around, large patches of her wheat-colored skin were exposed, along with glimpses of the forbidden area. Her empty lower body, meanwhile, was rubbing against the pillow without any regard for her image.

"Men? Ah... I don't know why, but I never seem to have much luck with men. I'm a woman, after all! If I had a boyfriend, life on land wouldn't be so bad..."

The complaints of a certain boss when he was drunk still echo in my ears.

The female spy, who was the only one present at the time, shook her head and muttered to herself, a hint of mockery in her eyes.

Hey boss, you can't be so impatient with men, you might scare them away.

Or, I can help you calm the victim down first, and test the newcomer's skills.

Mata Hari, who had strayed from one flawed line of reasoning onto another, looked back at the doorway behind her, licked her cherry lips, blinked her eyes, and a hint of mockery appeared on her face.

To be honest, she doesn't dislike men with normal needs, especially those who can control their desires rather than be controlled by them.

"Ah!"

At the same time, Samuelton, in the bedroom, felt a sudden chill and sneezed loudly.

Fortunately, that subtle sense of crisis vanished in an instant as the sound of footsteps faded into the distance.

Phew, they're finally gone...

Samael sat back on the bed with a sigh of relief, looking utterly exhausted, as if he had just seen off a plague demon.

The other side is certainly clever, but they're not stupid either.

Although the devil's charm and the power of desire give him a natural attraction to the opposite sex.

However, this is a gradual and subtle process.

Just as Aphrodite, the goddess of love, facilitated Zeus's pursuit of women, desire does not arise from nothing. This power merely accelerates the process, rather than being a source of water or a tree without roots.

Samael wasn't so narcissistic that a female spy he'd only met a few times would throw herself into his arms.

Clearly, the striptease just now was most likely a disguised test.

Ancient Serpent could understand this kind of defensive test.

After all, his posture and actions were indeed a bit suspicious, and it was not surprising that the other party was a Heroic Spirit of the Intelligence Department.

But for the next test, could we try a different project...?

Samael, with his legs apart, sensed that the unfortunate Unit 2, still recovering from the shocks, seemed to have swelled up even more, and he couldn't help but feel resentful.

If he had known that going to work would turn out like this, he would have preferred to quit the bartender job.

Once again betrayed by Lady Luck, the ancient serpent muttered in frustration for a moment. After confirming that Mata Hari next door had fallen asleep, it got up from the bedside and flicked a drop of golden-red blood from its finger.

Instantly, under the silent chanting, the blood bead automatically multiplied and split, and under the catalysis of magic, it quickly formed a figure that was no different from Samael's, lying quietly on the bed and fast asleep.

Get it!

After completing the basic camouflage, Samael snapped his fingers in satisfaction, then pushed open the window and leaped into the city, which seemed to have become completely different under the cover of night.

At the same time, a dark red flame, accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound, pierced through the night sky.

"Whoosh!"

"puff!"

A dull thud of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out, and drops of crimson blood rained down from above the house.

Amidst the mournful cries of birds, an elegant, slender figure plunged into the dimly lit alleyway.

It hurts, it hurts...

Amidst the clutter, a snow-white crane with a crimson crest groaned in pain, struggling to get up and escape as quickly as possible.

But as soon as the wing flapped, a piercing pain shot through the right side, and bright red blood gushed from the scorched wound, staining most of the snow-white feathers of the right wing red.

The severely injured crane struggled several times to no avail, and couldn't help but let out a helpless cry. Its eyes looked at the sketchbook soaked in blood in the pile of debris, and its eyes were full of bitterness.

I originally went out to buy silk products, but I got carried away when I saw a new sketchbook from a manufacturer I liked on the way. I was so focused on buying it that I missed the time to go back.

As it turned out, luck did not smile upon her, and she inevitably came under the watchful eye of the law enforcement team.

At that moment, a tall, slender figure appeared at the end of the road, like spreading darkness that swallowed the last glimmer of light.

The crane trembled, instinctively shaking and struggling, trying to escape the area. However, due to the continuous loss of blood, a wave of dizziness struck, and she felt weak and powerless, with the scenery before her eyes gradually blurring.

...Exhausted, and all magic power was gone.

Under the cover of darkness, those purple eyes were filled with despair and sorrow.

It's already... not working anymore.

That's enough, isn't it?

Just as the crane painfully closed its eyes, preparing to face its tragic fate.

Suddenly, she heard a gentle voice.

"You are hurt?"

The crane snapped out of its daze and looked closely. The figure standing in the night was a handsome man.

She appears very gentle, and at the same time, there is a relaxed and relaxed atmosphere.

However, I always felt that... he seemed to be working very hard in some aspects.

In short, he is a very fascinating person.

Before anyone knew it, a fair hand touched the wound at the base of the wing, and a warm, milky-white light seeped into it.

In an instant, the tingling and itching sensation, like insects crawling through flesh and blood, intensified.

The crane knew that was a sign that the wound was healing faster.

Even so, as the strange sensations washed over her overly sensitive nerves, she finally couldn't help but let out a suppressed cry.

"Shh..."

Before she could utter the sound, the man put his index finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture, while simultaneously turning his ear eastward.

"Don't make a sound, it sounds like someone's coming."

Oh no, the scent of that arrow still lingers on my body; I'll be discovered!

go!

The crane's expression tightened, and it immediately cried out anxiously.

"Chirp~~!"

"Was it one of the batch that shot you?"

Suddenly, the man seemed to understand the meaning behind the bird's song, and his gaze softened yet remained firm.

"Don't worry, I'll take you away."

Then, without saying a word, the man picked up the crane that had collapsed on the ground and leaped toward the street exit.

As her body, cold from blood loss, was embraced in that warm embrace, the crane's complex fears and worries were washed away by an indescribable sense of peace.

Under the cover of night, the man moved with lightning speed, constantly turning and meandering through the alleyways.

However, even though he repeatedly sped up and changed routes, the chilling aura behind him clung to him like a leech.

The man looked down at the base of the crane's wing, at the fiery red rooted in its flesh and blood, and suddenly seemed to be deep in thought.

Is it marked?

At this moment, the surrounding darkness seemed to deepen, and menacing black shadows coalesced and solidified from the shadows cast by the rocks, houses, and trees.

On the street, it was as if a pack of hunting dogs, drawn by the scent of blood, were advancing toward their wounded prey.

The man looked around, jumped onto a secluded, deserted attic, opened the doors and windows, and gently placed her on a soft cushion in the corner.

Immediately, his fair fingertips lightly touched the wound at the base of the wing, and a shimmering flame was drawn to his palm.

The man clasped his hands together, smiled, and winked.

"Hide well and don't make a sound. You'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

Before the crane could react, the figure leaped out of the window.

Instantly, a swarm of dark figures appeared, following closely behind, drawn by the strong lingering scent. The oppressive atmosphere of the surroundings was no longer as oppressive as before.

In the attic, the crane, enveloped in silence and drowsiness, struggled to open its eyes and gazed vaguely at the departing figure.

In her desperate predicament, she seemed to have "encountered" her destined savior.

But why risk drawing away her pursuers? What an idiot!

So sleepy, so tired, I just want to sleep...

The starlight streaming through the skylight of the attic, reflecting the tranquil night, made the crane, which had lost too much blood, even more unable to resist the overwhelming weariness within it.

Please, you must survive, my new benefactor.

One day, I will definitely repay your kindness. Even without tailoring clothes, as long as I put in all my magic and effort, I will surely fulfill your wish.

So please, please don't let anything happen to you...

The silent murmurs were swallowed by the thick darkness of the night. Unable to hold on any longer, the crane's head slumped onto the cushion, and it fell into a coma.

A transparent magical barrier concealed the attic and the figure, making them invisible.

As the last trace disappeared into the night, someone walking their dog on the long street couldn't help but stop and turn around with a smile.

1…2…3……20?

His magical reaction is almost on par with low-ranking Servants. Tsk, not bad, that's interesting.

These appear to be the so-called "Black Warriors" of the Shogunate...

Samael raised his hand and stroked his chin, his dark eyes scanning his surroundings thoughtfully.

"As the general commands, we shall vanquish evil and eliminate filth!"

Amidst the eerie, metallic scraping of the air, tall figures clad in jet-black armor and wearing demon masks emerged and coalesced from the darkness. Their crimson eyes, hidden beneath the masks, flickered eerily as they strode forward, drawing their swords in unison.

"Is there anyone who can speak human language? Can you come out and talk to us first?"

Surrounded by a group of Black Warriors, Samael spread his hands, looking completely harmless.

The group of Black Warriors ignored this completely, their eyes burning with red light, their hands gripping the hilts of their swords, the blades slicing forward like thunder.

Exterminate them, annihilate them, and live or die at will!

In an instant, magic surged, and streaks of red and black sword light wove together into an impenetrable net of blades, crisscrossing forward.

"It's confirmed, you guys struck first."

Samael looked completely innocent, and with a hint of helplessness, he raised a finger and made a few cursory gestures in the air.

In an instant, a host of ancient inscriptions, including runes, organ runes, and wedge-shaped divine patterns, appeared one after another in front of Samael, and then shot down like a meteor shower.

Boom boom boom!

In an instant, the twenty menacing black warriors who had come from all sides were engulfed by the intense fire and vanished into wisps of black mist under the overwhelming saturation bombardment.

"They made me do a combat CG when the plot could have been just a formality with dialogue."

Samael rolled his eyes in annoyance as he looked around at the large, smoking craters.

"Come on, this is a god-level singularity, can't you at least get some more intelligent minions next time? What a waste of my time..."

Just as the ancient serpent was about to turn and leave the scene of the crime, a blazing new red light, trailing a long fiery tail, pierced through the air with a sharp whistling sound and plummeted straight down.

"Boom!"

A muffled explosion rang out, and an eerie red lotus flame burst open, sending up a spiraling pillar of dark red fire.

Under the terrifyingly high temperature, the ground was melted into surging magma, and the surrounding air was visibly distorted.

However, the swirling flames were torn apart by a pair of fair hands, turning into scattered specks of light.