The footsteps drew ever closer. At the end of the stairs, he could vaguely make out the metallic gleam of a crown. Samael held his breath, his heart pounding wildly.
"Miss Diana, I-I need to use the bathroom."
The call from downstairs made the figure on the steps stop.
"The restroom is at the very end. Just go straight."
"It's too dark. I'm a little scared. Could you come with me?"
Diana glanced at the second floor, which had once again fallen silent in the darkness, then looked back at the pink-haired girl gazing at her pitifully. A smile touched her heroic features, and she nodded slightly.
Hearing the footsteps gradually fade away, Samael recovered from the scare and let out a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness. His lifelong reputation was safe.
However, before he could even catch his breath, his expression froze. He grabbed a fair arm that had somehow slipped down to his crotch.
The dark-skinned mermaid resolutely parted her cherry lips, lowered her head, and attempted a clumsy experiment.
Clearly, Samael pulling her under the covers to conceal his crime had been misunderstood again.
Seeing that mouthful of gleaming white teeth that had no idea how to hold back, the Ancient Serpent's face turned green. He hurriedly pulled Fanatic Child up, pressed her firmly against his chest, swallowed hard, and breathed out a dry voice beside her ear.
"Don't move..."
Once the command had been spoken, the girl of unwavering faith immediately carried it out as a divine revelation. She obediently curled up in the Angel of Death's embrace without moving an inch.
After taking several deep breaths and barely suppressing the raging fire in his chest, the Ancient Serpent forced a stiff smile and let his gaze wander.
"It's still early. Why don't we talk first?