"Wait..."
At a dim intersection, Bazett, who had been dragged out of the casino, came to her senses and realized she was still holding the briefcase. She called out to her foreign friend ahead and handed over the case full of dollars.
"Take it back!"
"Why are you giving it to me? This is what you deserve."
Samael froze slightly, then replied with an amused, helpless smile.
"I probably lost about this much at the casino. This is what I deserve."
Bazett frowned and thought for a moment. Opening the briefcase, she pulled out the top few bills from the pile of "Franklins," waved them before Samael, then closed the case and handed it over again.
The ancient serpent gave them a glance and roughly calculated that it was less than ten thousand yen.
With only that much to her name, no wonder life had been so hard for her.
"You heard them too. The rest is the salary and emotional damages their boss paid you. If you don't want it, just go back and return it to them."
Samael did not accept it. Instead, he tossed the problem back to this upright Designated Seal Executor.
Return it to them?
Bazett's brows drew tightly together. After hesitating for a moment, she ultimately accepted this windfall.
Then, the Designated Seal Executor came back to herself, held the briefcase, bowed slightly to Samael, and solemnly thanked him.
"Thanks. If it weren't for you, those cheating bastards would probably still have me fooled, working to pay off my debts."
"No need to thank me. I did this for myself too."
Samael smiled and frankly admitted his ulterior motive.
"Now that we've both taken the money, we're in the same boat. Once we leave here, you definitely won't report me."
"No. No matter your