The dog was clearly the one who started the topic. I only chimed in—what the hell did it have to do with me?
Wife? Queen?
Forever seventeen—no! A purple-haired beauty forever sixteen! That worked, right?
Master, heaven and earth could bear witness to my sincerity! The sun and moon could attest to it!
In the streets and alleys, Samael, having taken several Runic Glyphs, fled with his head in his hands, dodging the tracking missiles at his rear while fawningly muttering oaths of devotion to Her Majesty the Queen.
Bang!
However, distracted by trying to do too many things at once, the ancient serpent failed to watch where he was going and crashed headlong into someone approaching from the opposite direction as he leaped into a dark alley.
"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you all right?"
After the brief, dull collision, the innocent victim who had fallen to the ground hurriedly got back up instead. He took the blame upon himself and asked Samael about his condition first.
"Uh, I-I'm fine."
Samael had urgently pulled back ninety percent of his force and leaned backward in a dramatic soccer dive, hoping to evade responsibility. Yet the foolish-looking boy hurriedly helped him up. Samael stood there blankly, staring ahead with a strange look in his eyes as he muttered inwardly.
What? It's him?
The boy who had taken responsibility had a striking mess of red hair. His gentle features carried a hint of firmness, making him look every bit the sunny young man. His brown eyes brimmed with sincere unease and guilt. After helping Samael up, he could not help asking again.
"Do you need me to take you to a hospital?"
"No need. Thanks, I'm fine."
Samael smiled and politely declined the boy's