Faced with the dream demon lady's pitiful accusation, Samael, who had long known the woman's nature, remained unmoved and spoke faintly.
"Then why don't you explain why you were tied up?"
At once, Melly, who had been on the verge of tears just moments ago, let her gaze wander and awkwardly turned her head away.
In response, Samael shot a cold glare at a certain dream demon with the guiltiest conscience.
Why? Wasn't it because she was never honest and always managed to come up with new tricks?
For example, out of curiosity about his physical structure, she had suddenly decided to test his length in public;
For example, she would suddenly become an actress, pretend to be threatened by a pervert, cry for help from the kind-hearted people around her, then eat sunflower seeds on the side and happily watch human heroes fight demons;
Or, relying on her cursed immortality, she would sometimes jump off buildings and sometimes lie on railway tracks, all just to experience the feeling of a human being on the verge of death...
In short, ever since they had started traveling together, this troublesome fairy had never had a moment of peace.
Even Samael, lazy and composed as he was, had been driven to distraction by her. In the end, unable to endure it any longer, he tied her up before taking her outside so she would not continue causing trouble.
Of course, there was another purpose behind tying her up so securely: to safely deliver this crafty dream demon to Mordred, so she could bring this local specialty to the two people at 10 Downing Street.
Unfortunately, Mordred had been captured and stood them up for this meeting. The gift could not be delivered, so Samael could only carry her back to their lodgings