You Were Playing Me?! 3/3

The next day, Ayu Island.

Are you sure you're not leaving?

On the beach, Samael, fully prepared, frowned as he watched the harpy change Harpy mind.

"Well, I've gotten used to being here anyway, and there's not much to do on the ground anyway."

Harpy nodded seriously and pushed his playmate to the front.

"But Circe has hardly ever set foot on land since she was born. She doesn't even know what beef and mutton taste like. Could we take her with us?"

The Mad Feast Witch pursed her lips, her eyes filled with both longing and trepidation. Her head was lowered, and she only dared to steal glances at the Ancient Serpent.

Samael paused for a moment, then stepped forward and gently stroked the feathers on Harpy's head, smiling with satisfaction.

"Yes, you've grown up."

"Okay, I'll bring you some dried meat when I get back to satisfy your craving..."

The Harpy, whose face had been tense and who felt a little lost, immediately perked up her feathers and nodded with a big smile upon hearing this.

Immediately, the ancient serpent's gaze met the dazzling Cross Star Pupils, their reflections mirroring the enchanting moments of the previous night. They looked away and nodded quietly in farewell.

Samael, who was relatively thick-skinned, quickly dispelled his embarrassment and stole a glance at the Origin Goddess's slightly blushing cheeks, feeling a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

However, before the ancient snake could admire it for more than a few minutes, Tina, who had regained much of her composure, looked up, pursed her lips, and a hint of reproach appeared in her eyes.

Stop fooling around, let's get going.

Samael turned his head, still wanting more, and his gaze shifted elsewhere, landing on the last figure.

"Father..."

"No, thank you, you can accept that. Just call me teacher..."

"Teacher, I'll miss you..."

The silver-haired elf trotted forward, her delicate hand grasping Samael's arm. She gently bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, her Ruby- like eyes brimming with tears.

The ancient snake sighed, gently stroked the silver-haired girl's head, and murmured something.

"Me too..."

"Really? Then..."

Pandora was overjoyed and couldn't help but want to jump for joy.

"Then write my name a thousand times every day to deepen your impression."

The silver-haired elf's joyful face froze instantly, and the corners of her lips twitched involuntarily.

"What? Were you just acting when you said you couldn't bear to part with me?"

The ancient serpent narrowed its eyes and whispered softly.

"Of course it's true, I..."

"Alright, alright, I believe you. Everything is understood without words. I'll say it a thousand times, no slacking off."

Samael raised his right index finger and waved it in front of Pandora, a playful smile on his face.

Immediately, the ancient serpent glanced at the Harpy and offered a reminder.

"Harpy, keep an eye on things. If you miss one time, Tina will hang her up all night. I heard this method is quite effective at reinforcing memory."

"Don't worry, teacher. I won't slack off. I will put my thoughts and blessings into these words, so come back safely and quickly."

Pandora smiled nonchalantly, made a serious promise, and her eyes were filled with tender affection.

Tsk, how could he hold back?

That's impressive, you've made great progress.

Samael stroked his chin, his eyes showing approval, and gently patted the Daughter of Calamity's shoulder, speaking earnestly.

"It's wrong to daydream while writing, so let's do it a thousand more times to prove how much you miss me."

I'll f*** you!

Can't you understand human language?!

Pandora's forehead veins bulged instantly, almost breaking down because she couldn't keep her composure. In her mind, she was cursing some inhuman guy.

"You're leaving, aren't you going to see me off?"

Before parting, Samael asked softly, and the Daughter of Calamity, who was seething with anger, wanted to give him a cold look.

But when her gaze fell upon the ambiguous smile in the ancient snake's eyes, her heart skipped a beat. She immediately suppressed the fake smile on her pretty face and stepped forward to bid a reluctant farewell.

Considering how sensible Pandora was, Samael abandoned his malicious intention to continue causing trouble for the girl.

This is like training a hawk; too much of a good thing can be bad, and you need to be patient and take it slowly.

Just as the ancient serpent was deep in thought, the silver-haired elf boldly and passionately stepped forward to embrace him. It was only after they were separated for a long time that Samael slowly came back to his senses.

"Teacher, I'd like to change my name..."

"Hmm? You don't like the name Pandora?"

"The teacher doesn't like it, and neither do I."

The ancient snake gazed intently at the woman's pretty face, which was filled with seriousness yet also contained a hint of shyness, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

In just a few days, this woman's acting skills have improved remarkably fast.

If this continues, it won't be long before I can't tell which of her words are real and which are fake.

However, even though he knew that the evil in front of him was trying to torment him, the argument sounded so pleasing to the ear that he almost succumbed to it.

"Currently, I have two options, but I don't know how to decide."

"Yes, go ahead, I'm listening."

"One is Anastasia, and the other is Irisviel. Which one does the teacher like?"

Samael looked up suddenly, and in a hazy vision, he seemed to have crossed time and space, seeing two gentle and graceful silver-haired beauties, like angels, opening their arms to him.

After a long while, the ancient snake came to its senses and opened its lips slightly.

"Forget it, these two don't suit you. If you want to change them, just use your own code name, 'This Evil'."

Pandora shook her head firmly, showing no interest in this nickname.

The ancient snake shrugged indifferently, then narrowed its eyes and smiled brightly.

"Oh, by the way, the two you mentioned, their full names are Rislesie Anastasia von Ezbern and Irisviel von Ezbern, you know what I mean?"

"What?"

Pandora was taken aback and subconsciously asked a question.

Samael slowly extended two fingers, a sinister smile on his face.

"Two thousand times!"

Since you're so interested in these two names I mentioned, why not try to remember them better?

Pandora's breath hitched, her pretty face darkened, and she cursed the snake from head to toe in her heart once again.

On the shore, watching Samael transform into a flying magical beast and disappear completely from sight with the Feast Circe the Witch, the silver-haired elf's gloom vanished, replaced by a hint of pleasure in his shimmering jewel-red eyes.

Well, it seems these two names do have a unique meaning for that guy.

It's well worth it to acquire such a valuable weakness by copying it a mere two thousand times.

Only...

Pandora opened the parchment in her hand, her grinding silver teeth making a grating sound.

What a terrible name! It's so long!

Several days later, two figures emerged from the pervasive sea fog, one above the other. Samael, who had transformed into Wyvern, folded his wings and swooped down the moment he saw the outline of land.

Achoo!

Lifted by two Circe, Circe folded its wings in the cold wind, but still couldn't withstand the biting chill, and sneezed heavily.

At that moment, the Mad Feast Witch glanced resentfully at Samael above her and muttered to herself.

What are you complaining about? You insisted on plucking my dragon scales, and you kept tapping and touching me everywhere. I'm already being lenient by not throwing you into the sea to feed the fish.

Samael rolled his eyes and snorted, gaining a new understanding of the Witch's curiosity and thirst for exploration.

Gu She was certain that if his abilities were limited, this woman might have been able to paralyze him, tie him to a scalpel, dissect him, and study him thoroughly.

Just as the dragon and the Witch broke through the clouds and landed on the ground, a strange tremor made Samael's pupils freeze, and he immediately retracted his wings and retreated.

In an instant, an arrow gleaming with a bright silver light narrowly grazed his wing membrane and pierced through the air.

There's an ambush!

Samael's eyes were sinister, as if facing a formidable enemy. He immediately grabbed Circe and swooped down towards the hiding place of the attacking bastard.