Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael broke out in a cold sweat, wondering if his fashion designer would be unable to withstand the continuous stimulation if the changes continued. She might faint, lose control and fall into a frenzy, or even tackle him to the ground.

"Try this one! I'll put it on you myself! Hmm, purely out of my own desire, how about I throw you a fashion show? Oh, and we'll need to get a photographer ready...!"

Seeing Miss Crane approaching him, panting heavily and with a flushed face, carrying a new set of elaborate clothes, Samael, his face darkening, quickly stopped the dressing process.

"Is it not allowed...?"

Miss He looked disappointed after being cruelly rejected, but thankfully her emotions, which were about to spiral out of control, gradually returned to normal, and she managed not to do anything inappropriate for children on the spot.

In an instant, taking advantage of the lingering excitement and impulse in her mind, Miss He quickly composed herself and demonstrated professional competence.

"Thank you for giving me new inspiration. My creative energy is flowing endlessly!"

As he spoke, the competent designer picked up a pen and paper and began sketching his ideas.

However, after sketching just a few lines, Miss He couldn't help but frown, her hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and the lines became messy.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet, there's no need to push yourself like this."

"Thanks……"

Hearing the words of comfort, Miss He subconsciously nodded her thanks, but then she paused, looking up in surprise at the figure in front of the door.

"Having narrowly escaped death, you should cherish your body even more."

Samael smiled and winked, then took the paper and pen from Miss Crane's stunned hand.

"Therefore, rest when you should rest, and work when you should work."

It turns out, it has already been discovered...

Miss He was both surprised and delighted, but also felt a little uneasy.

"kindness……"

"Shh!"

Samael raised his index finger to his lips in a shushing gesture, then looked around and pointed toward the living room.

"It's a rare treat to meet again. Let's talk about the Lucky Star reward later. Why don't we sit down, have a cup of tea, and chat? The pastries here are quite delicious; I really enjoy them."

"Ok!"

Miss He blushed at first, then nodded happily.

The two then sat down, and after a few cups of tea, Miss He looked at her still unhealed arm, and a sense of depression and dejection crept onto her face.

"As expected, this attempt to repay the debt of gratitude has failed again."

"again?"

Samael took a sip of tea, his eyes showing surprise.

Whether it was the goodwill she had built up during the previous costume change or the trust that had grown from being saved, Miss Crane couldn't help but confide in Samael about her unfortunate experience.

As a demon who grew up from weakness, she encountered many people and animals and received their help. She remembered all these kindnesses and secretly vowed in her heart that she would repay them one day.

One day, I received a small piece of bread as a gift.

One day, I was granted permission to sleep in a warm bed.

One day, I received treatment for my trauma.

She has not forgotten any of these acts of kindness and continues to strive to repay them.

But for some reason, each attempt to repay the debt of gratitude was not successful and ultimately ended without any resolution.

She taught the miller and his wife who had given her bread how to make new pastries, hoping they could earn a living that year, but famine struck and they harvested nothing...

She imbued the old tree that had sheltered her with demonic power, hoping it would gain sentience. However, because it had grown too thick and strong, the old tree was cut down by others and used as a roof beam...

She wove cloth for the elderly couple who had healed her wounds, hoping they would live a prosperous life. However, her true identity was discovered, and she lost her sacredness. Helpless, she flew away. Later, she heard that the elderly couple had squandered their savings and returned to poverty...

In short, no matter what efforts she makes, things will ultimately turn out contrary to her original intentions.

Even so, she cherished every benefactor she had...

"I really am an unfortunate person..."

Miss He lay on the table, looking self-pitying.

Seeing Miss Crane's listless appearance, Samael gently comforted her.

"Just an accident."

"An accident? One time is an accident, but how can every time be an accident?"

Upon hearing this, Miss He glanced resentfully at her hands, her mood sinking even further.

"It seems I am not worthy to repay your kindness."

"Don't let your imagination run wild."

Samael continued to comfort her for a while, and seeing that the fairy was trapped in deep self-doubt and unable to get out of the dead end she had created, he thought for a moment and smiled.

"Well then, I don't need much in terms of clothes or anything like that. If you want to repay me, just make me a cup of tea first."

Upon hearing this, Miss He immediately perked up and, with the utmost reverence, brewed a cup of matcha and respectfully handed it to her benefactor across from her.

Samael casually took the cup, took a sip, then put it down with a smile in his eyes.

"Look, you've already repaid your debt of gratitude, and nothing bad has happened, has it?"

Miss He immediately understood her benefactor's intention. Her heart warmed at first, but then she hesitated, looking rather unsure.

"However, problems often arise after I start repaying kindness; it seems that the luck of those who have received my repayment begins to turn sour."

"Is it really that mysterious? I can't just throw a pebble and it hits someone, can I?"

Samael rolled his eyes at Miss Crane, noticing that she not only seemed preoccupied but also looked worried about him. He casually picked up a pebble from the flowerpot, weighed it in his hand, and confidently tossed it out the window.

He could sense it without even looking that there was absolutely no one in the area where the stone had fallen.

However, just as the ancient snake was about to turn back gracefully and refute Miss Crane's superstition with facts, the blower downstairs suddenly started at full power, and the falling stones were swept into it.

Immediately afterwards, amidst a series of clanging sounds, the pebbles were flung out by the high-speed rotating fan blades.

Meanwhile, a middle school girl with orange hair and eyes, wearing a JK uniform and fox ears, walked out from around the corner, engrossed in playing on her phone.

"boom!"

The whistling pebble struck the fox-eared high school girl squarely on the head, causing a large bump to swell up on the back of her head. She fell flat on her face.

"Who?! Who's so blind as to dare attack your grandma?!"

The fox-eared high school girl, who had unintentionally suffered a great loss, roared angrily, put her hands on the ground, and slowly got up, trying to look up and find the culprit.

Samael instinctively pulled his head back and closed the window.

However, with the trembling of the windowpanes, a terracotta flowerpot placed on the windowsill on the other side fell from mid-air.

"Clang~!"

The target was hit precisely, and the terracotta flowerpot broke in two.

A bright red rose, along with the soil beneath it, was planted on the head of a fox-eared girl who had just raised it.

In an instant, his orange pupils were filled with crimson, radiating intense humiliation and a ferocious killing intent.

Chapter Forty-Five: A Scheme by a Snake Harms Three Wise Men

On the long street, two figures darted about like lightning, one chasing and the other fleeing.

The fox-eared high school girl, several steps behind, with a head full of falling black dirt, stared angrily with wide eyes and gritted teeth.

"You bastard, stop right there!"

"An accident! I already said it was an accident!"

Samael jumped over the obstacles along the way, occasionally turning back to protest his injustice.

"Accident my ass!"

Seeing someone's innocent-looking face, the fox-eared high school girl chasing behind her suddenly flew into a rage, grabbed a brick, and threw it forward with all her might.

She was walking peacefully on the street, not bothering anyone, when she was ambushed twice by a shameless scoundrel!

Twice!

More importantly, it was a success!

If those guys knew about this embarrassing incident, they'd laugh themselves to death.

Suzuka Gozen recalled the horrific scene she had witnessed on the road, and felt a surge of shame and anger. She gritted her teeth, wishing she could tear a chunk of flesh from that bastard.

However, looking up...

That guy, whose aura was clearly no different from a human's, was like a slippery eel. He ducked his head and narrowly dodged the brick flying from behind, then headed straight upstairs, deliberately heading towards the most crowded areas.

In short, it's quite insidious.

That's despicable!

Suzuka Gozen's anger intensified, and she gritted her teeth in rage. Without hesitation, she leaped onto the roof and relentlessly pursued the figure, like a foxhound being toyed with by a cunning rabbit.

She had never been bullied like this before.

Today, we're going to get our revenge no matter what! Even Amaterasu can't stop us!

At this moment, Samael had already used his agile movements to weave through the crowd and slip upstairs, hoping to take advantage of the confusion caused by passersby to escape as quickly as possible.

But unexpectedly, once you pass through the gate, the number of people inside suddenly decreases, and the space opens up dramatically.

This place was a rather trendy arcade before the war.

However, due to the control of the shogunate and the lurking crises both inside and outside, this place appears quite deserted.

Rows of brand-new game consoles produced before the Holy Grail War were now useless, sitting forlornly in the empty hall. At a glance, only a few people could be seen trying out the machines.

Furthermore, they were all wearing VR glasses, frantically pressing the controllers, completely oblivious to what was happening in the outside world.

Now, separating them from the machines is almost like taking their lives; they are clearly not a qualified group of shields.

"Gotcha, you bastard!"

As if things weren't bad enough, before Samael could even plan a new escape route, the sound of gritted teeth came from behind him from the balcony. Suzuka Gozen, who had caught up with him, was grabbing a large flowerpot from the windowsill and throwing it at him with all her might.

The shrill blast of air and the weight of over ten kilograms were all driven by personal grudges.

As the large terracotta flowerpot rapidly enlarged before his eyes, Samael instinctively shrank back.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the crisp sound of a flowerpot hitting a person's head echoed throughout the hall.

Samael and Suzuka Gozen exchanged a glance, looked at each other, and simultaneously looked ahead.

In the corner, a head wearing VR glasses and covered in white hair slammed straight into the game console screen. Black soil and roses swaying in the wind had detached from their broken flowerpots and were now planted on top of her head.

"Game Over!"

At the same time, a crisp, loud electronic synthesized sound came from the game console, and the screen was covered in a glaring bright red.

"Who...who did this?!"

Suppressed anger was forced out through clenched teeth. The innocent victim pulled his head out of the black soil, turned around and looked back with a gloomy gaze. His ten fingers gripping the game controller cracked, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Gulu...

Upon seeing that familiar face, Samael couldn't help but swallow hard, then immediately pointed behind him with a righteous air.

"she!"

I##@@@!

Suzuka Gozen, who was identified on the spot, immediately felt an urge to curse.

However, before she could even utter a greeting to the direct relative of the source of all evil, those scarlet eyes were already fixed on her, and a sinister whisper followed.

"Lancer, why did you throw a flowerpot at me?"

“I…you…I…”

The incident happened so suddenly that Suzuka Gozen was left speechless. After a brainstorming session, she could only give one answer.

"This was an accident!"