After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

This has been confirmed.

But the glasses are still great! They are a perfect match with Aize's delicate features! Just keep it like this and press it under your body while licking...

"Huh? What's wrong?"

As if noticing the change in Villian's gaze, Aize raised his head and asked in confusion, while Villian quickly shook her head, suppressing her impulse to go crazy.

It’s not time yet, we can’t scare him.

After calming down for a moment, Miss Witch walked to the desk, frowned as she looked at the astonishing pile of documents, and asked:

"What are these? Where did they come from?"

"These are all the monster subjugation requests from Tafia over the past two years from the Adventurer's Guild. They were delivered this morning. Sheen asked me to review them and see if there are any tricks."

Villian sighed and fiddled with the pile of papers.

"It will take two weeks to finish this many things, right?"

"No, it's all been dealt with."

"……ah?"

Villian's eyes moved back and forth between Zhishan and Aize, her face full of shattered views.

Aize had a calm expression:

"What's so strange about that? This workload is not even as much as the daily chores I've done before."

Villian decided not to dwell on it in order to avoid causing her brain to crash.

"So what are you looking at now?"

"These..."

Aize took out another taller mountain of paper from under the desk and placed it on the table with a thud.

"These are the transaction records of the Tafia Chamber of Commerce. I asked Sheen to collect them."

"Chamber of Commerce? You want to do business?"

"No, I'm just gathering intelligence. A large portion of that intelligence comes from analyzing open-source sources. The secret work that people generally associate with it is only a small part of it."

Seeing that Villian was still puzzled, Aize breathed a sigh of relief, took off his glasses, fiddled with them, and then showed the document he was reading to her:

"For example, here, there's clearly no natural disaster or demonic invasion, so why has the price of food in this city increased so dramatically? It's very likely that the local nobles are collecting food in preparation for sending troops somewhere."

"Also, this: The nobles of this city clashed with the demons last month. Afterward, the price of local ore skyrocketed, indicating they suffered significant losses in the battle and are in urgent need of new equipment."

"Well, these are just the simplest parts. More complex information requires comparison with other intelligence before..."

Miss Witch suddenly slammed the table, interrupting Aize's endless speech.

“Aize!!”

"what?"

"Do you remember what you said before?"

"……what?"

Aize blinked doubtfully, while Villian sighed and said in a reproachful tone:

"Didn't you say you were going to find a place to live and wait for death? You're still working all the time. What's the difference between you and the old you?!"

Chapter 34: Holiday, what is that?

When asked by the soul, Aize was rarely stunned, and the glasses in his hand fell to the floor with a click.

Oh, right. If I was 007 before I ran away, and I’m still 007 after I ran away, then wouldn’t this whole trip have been in vain?!

Aize, who has been ravaged to the point of being a workaholic both physically and mentally, only realized this now.

I began to doubt life for a moment.

But habit got the better of him and he decided to give it a try:

"No, no, no, it's different from before. Look, at least I can sleep four hours a day, and I still have time to eat two meals and take a shower..."

Aize himself was speaking the truth very calmly, but Villian felt so distressed that she almost cried out in pain. She sighed and covered her face with her hands.

"Besides my daily work, I don't have to deal with being scolded by my teammates or worrying about those troublesome things, so you see, actually..."

Boom————

Miss Witch slammed her fist on the table, and the pile of information that Aize had just picked up fell to the ground beside her.

Aize, who was frightened by the momentum, leaned back unconsciously, and Villian took advantage of the situation to climb onto the table and approached Aize condescendingly.

"It seems that you're used to more than just work in your original team."

"……What's the meaning?"

"You're used to lying to yourself, aren't you?"

"Uh……"

"Um?"

Aize turned his eyes away guiltily, and Villian immediately moved closer to prevent him from dodging.

After a few rounds of this seemingly amusing chase, Aize finally sighed.

"...What can I do? I've been here for two years and I don't know anything about other jobs besides being a hero."

In the previous world, Aize was considered a typical otaku, proficient in games, animation, comics, plastic characters, etc.

There is no need to think about anything on weekends. Just drink a bottle of Coke and a bag of potato chips and sit in front of the computer all day.

But here, there is nothing.

Dissatisfaction with this gap became Aize's motivation to return to his original world, and also became the initial reason that drove him to work so hard.

But now, none of those reasons remain.

As he said that, Aize slammed his head on the table in front of him.

Because Villian was kneeling on the table, the area between her legs was clearly visible.

Purple, with lace and suspenders.

This...isn't this really a sex item?

It’s quite a big game.

It was a bit rude to stare, so after just five seconds, Aize

He turned his face to the other side.

"Well... I know I should take advantage of this time to rest and take a vacation, but I have no idea what to do. When I come to my senses, I'm already working."

As he spoke, Aize pressed his face against the table and sighed deeply.

"After all, what should I do during the holidays? I can't even remember..."

Seeing that Aize was becoming more and more depressed as he spoke, almost curled up into a ball, Villian also had a headache.

More distressed.

I only knew that he was tortured by his teammates in the team, but I didn't expect that he was also putting pressure on himself.

Look how hard this kid has been treated.

She jumped down lightly, walked around behind Aize, pulled him up from the table, hugged his neck and said with a smile:

"If you don't know what to do, why don't you come and keep me company?"

"…What are you doing?"

"Don't ask, just come here!!"

He was half-forced to be pulled out of the study, and the puppet maids in the house immediately rushed over and hurriedly changed Aize into a black coat.

Then, Villian grabbed his hand and took him out of the house and into the bustling commercial street.

Compared with the aristocratic attire he wore before, this coat looked more ordinary and would not attract anyone's attention when he walked on the street.

Villian also changed into a black sweatshirt-style jacket, paired with a plaid skirt and boots, and tied her proud purple long hair into a ponytail.

Unlike the noble and mysterious dress she usually wears, her casual outfit looks quite cute and gives people an inexplicable sense of security.

The witch lady dressed like this has been holding Aize's arm tightly since she went out.

Not only did he have a smile on his face, but he also hummed some songs he had never heard of from time to time, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.

It was the soft touch on his elbow that made Aize's heart a little uneasy.

"So, what are we going to do now?"

"Dating."

As expected, that's why Aize was not motivated - it seems that this is not accurate, the truth is that he is not motivated about anything now.

"Let's go have lunch first. Is there any place you'd like to go to in particular?"

"No... no, I do."

The two came to a corner of the commercial street and came to a restaurant with exquisite decoration and was crowded. They sat down at a table on the street.

Villian looked around and asked with some confusion:

"Why this restaurant? It's certainly good, but there are probably better ones in Tafia. And since I'm paying, you don't have to be polite, okay?"

"Nothing, I just happened to see it before and thought of giving it a try."

Actually not.

I chose this place because diagonally across from this store is the restaurant I went to the day before yesterday, which is run by human-demon hybrids.

And the distance is just right, so you won't be discovered because you're too close, but you can still see the people coming in and out, as well as the situation inside the store.

At present, the situation in that store is almost the same as what he saw and heard the day before yesterday. Except that there are almost no customers, there is nothing unusual.

So, he couldn't understand what happened the day before yesterday.

Those who have the ability and funds to hire a team of high-level adventurers are definitely not ordinary people.

It is easy to destroy a restaurant, especially a mixed-race restaurant.

Just hire someone to smash it. Since this involves mixed-race people who are discriminated against, the local guards may not be willing to take action.

But he didn't.

Instead of spending a huge sum of money, they let high-level adventurers use such a slow and troublesome method as acting to torment others.

It’s hard to say whether this is a big deal or a small one.

But no matter what, there must be something wrong when things are abnormal.

And Aize's intuition told him that the demon among them was not small.

Now, the adventurer team responsible for the harassment has been safely wiped out by Violet, and the local guild has fallen into unprecedented trouble because of Aize's behavior.

Whoever is behind this, he will definitely take action.

As long as you observe this restaurant more in the next few days, you will definitely be able to...

"Tangtang-Puha-Ahem-What!!?"

Aize, who was watching while drinking water from a cup, was caught off guard and scalded.

When I looked down, I realized that the cup of water beside me had been replaced by fresh hot coffee by Villian at some point.

The witch lady sitting opposite was holding her face and squinting her eyes, looking at him with a very subtle expression.

"Thinking about work again?"

"……No."

"lie."

“…Really not.”

"You're lying! The look in your eyes when you're working is different than when you're not. I can tell the difference!"

As she spoke, Villian picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee, with a resentful expression on her face.