Chapter 80

It was just like that; the succubus protagonist changed the young angel's underwear, who looked like she was about to cry. While hesitating whether to keep it as a memento, she threw the small underwear away with a sigh. After this interlude, the succubus protagonist did not mock the young angel for wetting the bed, as would be expected. This made the young angel have the illusion that "the pervert brother is so gentle."

Thus, a new day began. The young angel stayed obediently in the room, while the succubus protagonist went to work (killing).

Shaking her legs, shaking her legs. Looking left and right, looking left and right. Standing up and sitting down, standing up and sitting down. Her arms twitched nervously, twitched, twitched.

The succubus protagonist looked tense and uneasy.

This person, wearing a hooded cloak, a silver mask, and holding a newspaper in front of her face, pretending to read, seemed to have a halo of "I am very suspicious" around her. Whoever passed by her would cast a curious glance.

"Um, um, customer... What would you like to order?" The vendor at the stall where the succubus protagonist sat, rubbed his hands and asked with a flattering smile.

"Hmm... Well, let's start with a bowl of soy milk and some fried dough sticks. If you have fried dough rings, give me one to dip in sugar."

"..." The vendor's eyebrows involuntarily jumped up: "Um, um, customer, would you like some grilled chicken wings?"

"Can't you understand demon language?" The succubus protagonist was very angry: "I want fried rice cakes and a crepe with two eggs."

"Heh, heh..." The vendor continued to suppress his anger: "Or would you like a beef burger?"

"What beef burger?! I want salty tofu pudding!"

"Tofu pudding must be sweet! Heretic! Die!"

"You're the one who's going to die! Watch me chop out your kidneys and grill them!"

As they spoke, the succubus protagonist drew her dragon-toothed sword, and the vendor pulled out two long knives from under the barbecue grill, one in front and one behind, and lunged at the onlookers—

"Damn! What's it got to do with me?!" Before he could finish his sentence, he was stabbed in the heart by the sword, and his head was chopped off by the double knives.

"Nice cooperation."

"Nice, nice."

The succubus protagonist and the vendor ran as fast as they could, saying to each other.

"Ah, I never thought I'd meet someone like you in such a rural place. This life as a demon is really exciting." The vendor smiled and said.

"Indeed, indeed, thank you, thank you." The succubus protagonist bowed and replied.

"By the way, there's something I find a bit strange." The vendor had a thoughtful look: "Can I ask?"

"Please ask." The succubus protagonist said.

"Well, your anxious and restless appearance is so real. Is it because of your acting talent, or is there another reason?"

"This... " The succubus protagonist had a thoughtful look. Then she suddenly realized: "Oh, I see."

"You see?"

The vendor repeated what the succubus protagonist had said. At the same time, the dragon-toothed sword and the long knives clashed, and then the succubus protagonist and the vendor each took two steps back, looking at each other and smiling.

"I see."

"I see, I see."

"Then, shall we?"

The succubus protagonist said this while putting on a golden claw on her left hand.

"Not today."

To the succubus protagonist's surprise, the vendor refused her invitation.

"Is this what you want?" The succubus protagonist was a bit surprised: "To hunt each other, to dance on the edge of life and death, to perform ballet on a tightrope millions of kilometers high? Aren't we only one of us supposed to survive?"

"Not at first." The vendor shrugged: "When I first got the mission, I thought you were just a fool, like the fools I've killed. But after meeting you, I did have a bit of the feeling you mentioned earlier... but not now."

"Not now?" The succubus protagonist was even more surprised.

"You're not in the right state." The vendor smiled: "Killing you in this state wouldn't make me feel good—"

The next moment, the succubus protagonist's throwing knives were easily deflected by the vendor, one, two, three, four, five—finally, the sixth throwing knife, which the succubus protagonist thought would be a sure kill, was split in two by the vendor's long knife.

"Strong opponent." The succubus protagonist became cautious.

"So, not today." He said this, turned around, and walked in the opposite direction of the succubus protagonist.

"When will we meet again?" The succubus protagonist shouted at his back.

"Whenever I feel like it!" The vendor said and walked away. The succubus protagonist also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Saved." After confirming that the guy had really left, he relaxed. This was the sixth one this month.

Assassin.

Completely different from the previous five fools. This guy had a truly unbelievable killing intent. The succubus protagonist had never encountered such a person before. For a moment, she even thought she would die today. But unexpectedly, at the last moment, the guy ran away on his own.

"Lucky, he's a crazy fool."

The succubus protagonist muttered to herself, turned around, and walked towards the inn where she was staying.

However... although the guy was a fool, he did say something right.

The anxious and restless feelings were real. The reason for the anxiety was right here. The succubus protagonist helplessly discovered that the young angel had become her weakness.

Every time she went on a mission, she couldn't help but think about whether the young angel, who was alone in the inn, was lonely, hungry, cold, or thinking of her. If she died on this mission, what would happen to the young angel...

This made the succubus protagonist naturally feel restless and a strong sense of "I can't die, absolutely can't die" arose.

But this made her lose the reckless and fearless spirit she usually had. In battle, she became hesitant. The more she feared death, the more likely she was to die, and the less she feared death, the more likely she was to survive. The succubus protagonist, in the midst of the situation, was already in a state of confusion, and she didn't realize this until today, when a vendor pointed it out.

"I'm back." Standing at the door of her room, the succubus protagonist smiled and said. Then she took a deep breath, opened the door, and saw the young angel's little head peeking out from under the bed.

"Nothing happened, that's a relief." The succubus protagonist breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to herself. At the same time, the young angel immediately crawled out from under the bed, ran over as fast as she could, and threw herself into the succubus protagonist's arms.

"Pervert brother." The young angel rubbed against her chest and called out in a soft, sweet voice.

"Um, were you good today?"

"Good..."

"Did you miss your brother?"

"Missed..."

"Your brother missed you too. Come, let's hug and kiss."

Kiss, kiss, kiss.

The succubus protagonist tightly hugged the young angel, feeling very, very, very...

"Seeing someone in the room when I came back... that's a relief."

The succubus protagonist felt that she could live like this with the young angel forever. Just holding this little fool and lying there, doing nothing, could fill her stomach. Of course, probably only this guy would think so. At least, Delmonte's thoughts were different.

"You're getting weaker, masked executioner."

In Delmonte's general store, the jackal-headed Yorgros merchant looked at the crystal ball. The image inside was absolute evidence that "he is a peeping tom" and could ruin his reputation.

"Well, it can't be helped." Delmonte's side, the vendor who had just separated from the succubus protagonist shrugged and said.

At this moment, the "fool" in the succubus protagonist's mouth had changed out of the vendor's outfit, wearing a black hooded cloak, leather armor, and brown light trousers, with a belt around his waist, and two knives hanging from the belt.

Anyone who saw him could tell that this middle-aged man with a missing left ear and a scruffy beard was a typical earless knife wielder who lived by his "craft."

After hearing Delmonte say this, the earless knife wielder started to speak up for the succubus protagonist: "After all, he's still young, and his life experience is overwhelmingly lacking. And the most important point... he really said that, right?"

"Yes, he really said that." Delmonte nodded.

"Alright, although it's surprising, the most important point is that he's of the 'good' alignment—my God, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life."

"Yes, to be honest, I told this to a hundred people, and a hundred and one found it funny." Delmonte nodded.

"Who's the extra one?"

"Myself." Delmonte answered.

"Alright, so we have another good joke." The earless knife wielder said with a smile.

"Alright, let's end the chat." Delmonte said: "What do you think of this executioner?"

"Very good." The earless knife wielder nodded: "Or rather, very, very good... Where did he come from? A place like Nalathel, a rural area, can produce such a talented young man. It's just... do you know? Seeing this guy, I feel like I'm seeing my younger self. Oh, oh, oh, my old bones feel young again."

"That's not what I'm asking." Delmonte frowned: "I want to know when you're going to take his head off."

"Depends on the situation." The earless knife wielder said.

"What do you mean?! I paid a lot of money to hire you here, not to hear your jokes!" Delmonte was a bit angry.

"Is that so?" The next moment, the long knife split the counter in front of Delmonte: "I warn you not to talk to me like that—after I took this mission, that executioner is my prey, and no one else is allowed to touch him! Otherwise, I'll chop you up first—employers, I've chopped up many over the years. One more or one less doesn't matter!" He said this while grabbing Delmonte's collar: "Don't say I didn't warn you."

"You, you—"

Delmonte suddenly understood what it meant to be hoist by one's own petard.

"Of course, I will complete the mission properly." The earless knife wielder released Delmonte's collar and straightened his collar: "I will have a good fight with him, and I will win, and I will cut off his head—of course, not now, but after he regains his reckless and fearless nature as a killer. I will do what I say."