Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Let me give you a piece of advice: don't have too many expectations of Pandora. She's just like those old guys from the Einzbern family. In her eyes, you're all just tools to achieve her goals."

"That's impossible, Mom would never hurt anyone..."

Upon hearing this, the brown-skinned girl instinctively tried to defend herself, as was her habit.

Samael and Chloe locked eyes. Samael's sharp gaze pierced through the thick filter of the girl's heart, as if seeing through the surface to the far-from-warm past deep in her mind.

"I want you to take care of it!"

Chloe's rebuttal gradually faded into silence. She could only bite her cherry lips, glare angrily at the guy who had shattered her fairy tale, and storm out the door.

Samael watched Chloe storm out of the bedroom, sighed, shook his head silently, and murmured something under his breath.

Trust that is too cheap is not a good thing.

Of course, the same applies to me.

As the bedroom returned to calm, the ancient snake gently picked up the bright bowl beside the bed, its gaze resolute.

Alice, no matter what, I will wake you up.

In the tranquil atmosphere, the figure under the moonlight lowered his head, his lips touching the jade-like back of his hand.

"boom!"

However, before the two could even make contact, the tightly closed door was suddenly flung open, and a sophisticated urban woman with long, bright orange hair tied in a neat ponytail, wearing an office lady white shirt, orange nail polish, orange earrings, an orange necklace, carrying a handbag, and wearing a coat—her almost obsessive use of orange—rushed into the bedroom, raising an eyebrow and giving a cold snort to the visitor.

"Hey, I just went out to buy a pack of cigarettes, and now you've shoved another one into my lap? What do you think my shop is? A shelter?"

"how could be!"

Samael jumped, quickly and quietly releasing his grip on Irisviel's wrist, his face beaming with a smile.

“Galan Hall is the result of our collective efforts, and naturally it is also my home. This is not because I see you have no business lately, but because I am introducing you to some customers.”

Our...home? Just so you know!

Upon hearing this, Aozaki Touko's expression softened slightly, but as her gaze swept over the beautiful women inside and outside the bedroom, a hint of suspicion flickered in her orange eyes.

"Really?"

"Of course it's true! Have you heard of the Einzbern family? This is the current Winter Saintess of the Einzbern family. If you solve her problems, you'll definitely make a fortune."

Samael made a solemn promise, while his eyes, gleaming with a hint of profound meaning, revealed a deeper meaning.

"Besides, didn't I tell you that the Einzbern family's third law is the most suitable for you to learn, not the Aozaki family's fifth law? Isn't now the best opportunity?"

"You actually remember? You do have a conscience..."

Hearing the unspoken thoughtfulness and consideration, Aozaki Touko's face brightened, and she gave a soft hum.

At that moment, Liselle, who was munching on potato chips in the hallway, overheard the conversation inside thanks to her excellent hearing. She looked confused for a moment, then subconsciously nudged Sera next to her and muttered something under her breath.

"The Third Law? Einzbern? We are not..."

"boom!"

However, before the confused Lizzie could finish speaking, she received a dull slap on the back of the head.

Suddenly attacked, the food-loving, headstrong kid paused, then scratched the buzzing back of his head and looked at the head maid next to him, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, with a puzzled expression.

"Sera, why did you suddenly hit me?"

"..."

Sera, with her right arm behind her back, her fingers trembling slightly, looked at the unharmed Liselle and couldn't help but twitch her lips, cursing inwardly.

Damn it, I forgot that they were strengthening in different directions.

After a moment, Lyselette, who harbored deep resentment and obsession with being beaten, pressed for an answer again.

"why did you hit me?"

Sera took a deep breath, glanced at the potato chips in Liselle's hand, and immediately found an excuse to snort and scold her.

"According to maid etiquette, you are not allowed to talk or make any noise while eating! Otherwise, your snacks will be confiscated!"

Suddenly, Lizzie was struck dumb, clutching the half-bag of potato chips in her arms tightly, her lips pressed together, as if facing a formidable enemy, her innocent eyes filled with horror and fear.

Sera...how terrifying!

In this back-and-forth interaction, the foodie had long since forgotten his initial question.

Yes, they had long been abandoned by the Einberlen family, so neither consultation fees nor third-party methods seemed to be relevant.

However, Samael was not worried about this at all.

Because he believed that Ahad would agree.

Chapter 224 Little Black is the Master's Slave (4.1k)

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Aozaki Touko, who had just entered, couldn't help but think of the initial question. She then picked up a small, struggling figure behind her and asked him in an annoyed tone.

"And who is she to you?"

I went out to buy a pack of cigarettes and came back. As soon as I entered the house, I saw a restless stranger wandering around the store downstairs.

Samael glanced at Chloe, who had been caught red-handed, and at the several magic-storing gems that Aozaki Touko had tossed into her hand. He immediately realized that this girl had probably tried to maintain her Heroic Spirit status by stealing some magic sources nearby, but had been caught red-handed.

Having been accused of stealing from him, the ancient snake rolled its eyes without hesitation and decisively distanced itself from the matter.

"Sorry, I don't know you! We're not acquainted!"

"Don't...don't abandon me...!"

However, as soon as Samael finished speaking, the perpetrator, who had been fidgeting with the hem of his clothes, turned pale and looked like he was about to cry. He looked at Samael with teary eyes and whimpered.

"I will be very obedient! Little Black is Master's slave... I will absolutely obey any command...!"

Immediately, his words caused a stir among everyone present.

Owner?

Aozaki Touko's eyes swept over the brown-skinned elementary school student who was barely half a person's height, her gaze gloomy, and her silver teeth grinding.

slave?

Artoria glanced thoughtfully at the captured enemy prisoners, her expression one of disdain.

Order?

Two maids from Einzbern heard the commotion and peeked out from outside the door.

At this moment, Samael, who had become the focus of attention, felt like he had thorns in his back. His face stiffened slightly, and his murderous gaze was involuntarily cast at the instigator of the rumor, with a sinister snort.

"Since you enjoy role-playing so much, then I'll grant your wish."

Suddenly, as that deep gaze fell upon her skin, a chill instantly seeped into her bones, causing Chloe, who was giving a passionate performance, to shiver involuntarily.

At that moment, the ancient snake pointed at Aozaki Touko at the door, its face full of malice.

"Do you know who this is? The Grand Doll Maker from the Clock Tower. Why not have her do some modifications for you and get what you want?"

"No problem. As long as it goes through me, I guarantee she won't think about anything else besides what she says herself."

Sensing something amiss, Aozaki Touko understood perfectly. She tacitly removed her glasses, broke the seal, and a cold smile appeared on her upturned lips. Her gentle and intellectual gaze instantly turned playful and sharp.

In an instant, Chloe's face turned pale when she heard that the person next to her was a formidable figure on the Clock Tower's designated list of seal executors to be hunted down.

"I haven't worked on a decent body in a long time. It's rare to come across such good material today, so I'll use it to practice."

A faint complaint drifted over. The brown-skinned girl, nearly scared out of her wits, heard that she was about to be dragged into a dark room for "remodeling" by some ruthless man who had dismantled countless dolls and dissected countless artificial lives. Without saying a word, only one thought occupied her mind.

run!

Chloe instinctively broke free from Aozaki Touko's arm and plunged into the corridor, intending to escape the den of iniquity.

However, as soon as they stepped out, they were blocked from the center by two Einzbern maids who were guarding the corridor, one on each side.

"Why are you running? Come back..."

At the same time, that nightmarish murmur sounded from behind, and the familiar feeling of weightlessness and stiffness returned.

With a long face, Chloe, like a wound-up machine, stiffly turned around, obediently following instructions, and returned to her original position.

And it was done in a humiliating bunny hop position...

Two laps...

Aozaki Touko watched Chloe, who had her hands on her head, index and middle fingers raised as if to make ears, bounce back from beside her to the door. Her gaze fell on the red mark on the girl's lower abdomen, which was moving in and out of light and shadow, and she seemed to be deep in thought.

"Human bloodstains?"

"Uh, just in case, just adding an extra layer of insurance..."

"Now, I'm starting to believe what she just said."

Hearing that somewhat guilty tone, Aozaki Touko rolled her eyes at Samael and couldn't help but shake her head and snort softly.

At this moment, Chloe, who had just jumped back into the house from outside, saw the two talking so familiarly and immediately understood everything, her face filled with bitterness and resentment.

Fooling even children is outrageous...

Not wanting to dwell on the matter any longer, Samael decisively changed the subject and stood up to make a suggestion.

"I bought your favorite soju, want to go downstairs and have a couple of drinks?"

"Okay."

Aozaki Touko readily agreed and followed Samael down the stairs, leaving the task of caring for the patient back to the Einzbern trio.

As for Chloe, with her jumping around upstairs, she might wake Irisviel.

So she was relegated to the backyard.

It's more spacious there, so you can jump back and forth a few more times...

Chloe stared at the nearly 100-meter-long courtyard, tears welling up in her eyes.

Animals!

Meanwhile, on the first floor, in the reception room.

Samael skillfully opened the liquor cabinet, took out two glasses, filled them with shochu for him and Aozaki Touko, then sat back down on the sofa and solemnly raised his glass to the Grand Doll Master opposite him.

"Thanks……"

"I'd rather you never come looking for me again."

Aozaki Touko rolled her eyes slightly, picked up her wine glass, and gave a cold snort in annoyance.

Clearly, the exceptionally intelligent Grand Doll Maker had long been aware of the shady dealings hidden in this business.

However, even though she knew the answer, she still chose to help.

Knowing he couldn't hide it any longer, Samael couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly. He wisely avoided delving too deeply into the matter and very discreetly handed Aozaki Touko two packs of Yanlong brand cigarettes he had found.

"Want to bribe me?"

Aozaki Touko glanced at a man out of the corner of her eye—a man who was both her mentor and friend, yet whose relationship with her was ambiguous. She casually took the cigarette, looked up at the building, and her gaze suddenly turned serious.

"However, let me be frank from the start: the current stability is only superficial; her situation is actually far from optimistic,"

"Even you can't do anything?"

Samael's heart sank, and his expression turned solemn.

"If you yourself are helpless, what can I do?"

Aozaki Touko put down her wine glass, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring, her figure becoming slightly blurred.

Samael paused for a moment, then turned his gaze to the room full of artificial dolls and spoke softly.

"What if you created a new body for her, transferring Irisviel's soul into that new body?"

"No way."

Aozaki Touko shook her head slightly, rubbing her sore brow with one hand and flicking away the ash from her cigarette with the other.

"The problem isn't the flaws in the Einberlen family's android technology or the wear and tear on the body itself, but rather her internal condition. Someone has placed a curse on her, a spell related to the soul. She is destined to be burst and assimilated by the overflowing Little Holy Grail. This process is irreversible. I've tried, but I can't break it."

As she spoke, Aozaki Touko paused, turned to look at the puppet kneeling beside her, its eyes vacant and lifeless, mechanically pouring drinks for the two of them, and couldn't help but sigh sincerely.

"It must be said that the Einzbern family's Third Law, which weaves and manipulates souls, is indeed unique..."

"Those old guys who are about to step into their coffins don't have that ability."