Don't Misunderstand, I'm No Good Person Either

"Hildr, Thrud, Ottdeline, go and see who's making noise in the city and shut her up!"

Samael activated the runes on the table, summoning the three Valkyrie who were serving him, and then issued his orders in a sinister tone.

"I will obey your command!"

After hearing the instructions, Thrud bowed respectfully and then led her two sisters to the scene of the incident to cut off the source of the noise.

Soon, the noise and commotion subsided, and Samael, in a relaxed mood, took a sip of his tea, looking quite content.

"Laa~aa~~"

However, in an instant, the howling sound, like fingernails scraping glass and saws grinding nails, escalated to an inhuman level. The demonic, penetrating melody almost made Samael's soul tremble.

The ancient snake's heart clenched violently, almost stopping abruptly. The cup in its hand instantly turned to powder, splashing tea all over the long table and leaving conspicuous stains.

"Someone come here!"

Samael was stunned for a moment, his facial muscles twitched violently, and a cold, snarling voice was forced out from between his teeth.

Several dozen breaths later, the three figures who had just returned from the crime scene walked into the side hall, looking utterly lost and disoriented, their minds still blank.

"I asked you to maintain order and clean up the scene, how did you end up like this?"

Samael's face darkened, and his expression turned grim.

"If the person in question is His Majesty the Emperor of Rome, who claims to be here for the sake of goodwill between the two countries, forcibly detaining him would cause a diplomatic conflict."

Thrud lowered her head and answered in a barely audible voice, her face filled with embarrassment and shame.

"Nero? It's that unlucky kid..."

"And my elder sister is here too, as well as another silver-haired girl with blood-red eyes and strange markings on her body. She says she's the Xiongnu King, very strong, and there are many civilians nearby, so we dare not make a move..."

"Then bring them to see me!"

"That gentleman refused, saying he wanted to be self-reliant and finish the performance. He would meet with you again once he had earned enough funds."

"Is she after money? She's after a life! Aren't the Goddess of Justice's Executive Officer and the nearby guards going to do anything about it?!"

Listening to the increasingly loud and varied singing, Samael's head throbbed, and he gritted his teeth as he pressed for an answer.

"In judicial enforcement, after debating with the parties involved, they could not find a basis for imposing penalties according to the law..."

Thrud paused, glancing slightly behind her.

Only then did the ancient snake notice that the several female judicial officers outside the door, dressed in robes with gold-embroidered scales and swords on their chests, looked utterly devastated and were deeply mired in self-doubt.

The legal debate has failed; it has undoubtedly failed!

Now, they don't even know how they were tricked into returning to Mount of Ares.

Tsk, as expected, the replacement of the courts by the citizens' assembly and the rampant use of public opinion have gradually weakened fair and rigorous judicial trials. The level of this generation of legal talent is truly incompetent.

Even the local Thrud, who was too honest and used to doing things according to the rules, was no match for a certain bratty kid who had a powerful master backing him up.

"Fine, I'll go myself!"

Samael sneered as he stood up, his body shimmering with light, and flew over Mount of Ares, heading straight for the source of the sound.

"Bang!"

Moments later, a red and black meteor enveloped in ethereal flames plummeted toward the street corner where the crowd was converging, its violent shockwave sweeping in all directions, whipping and rattling the clothes of the crowd.

However, the grand commotion did not disturb the refined interest of the certain "soulful singer" in the slightest.

Samael extended his fingertips, touching the area in front of him. Invisible ripples appeared in the air. Then, with a dark face, he looked around, his expression growing increasingly deep, like the bottom of a long-accumulated ash pot.

On stage, Attila held the Sword of the God of War upright, its colorful blade spinning and humming. The vibrant light shone on the lead singer, the focus of the venue, and the cleared ground around her, leaving mottled marks. She cheered for the lead singer expressionlessly, her blood-red eyes never leaving the basket full of pastries in the shop window, her throat occasionally gurgling.

In the center, an elegant stage constructed of magnificent metal artifacts stands tall, accompanied by a dynamic musical accompaniment. Amplified by four metal boxes facing the audience from above, below, and to the left, the sound produces a deafening roar that seems to engulf the entire venue. Meanwhile, the Tyrant, holding a half-empty glass of wine in his left hand and a cylindrical object thicker at the top and thinner at the bottom in his right, is singing with deep emotion, his Tyrant closed.

This singer, dressed in a magnificent gown adorned with intricate semi-metallic embellishments and shimmering gold and red, had a striking panpipe-shaped metal pipe behind him that continuously accompanied his melodious singing, creating a deafening booming sound that could be described as an air cannon.

Valkyrie, forced to work nearby, stood to one side, sketching runes with amplified sounds, acting as an accomplice to the tyrant.

However, looking at Samael, Brunhilde stopped maintaining the rune at a loss, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment, buried in her chest, and she didn't even dare to look at her former master, appearing completely helpless.

Meanwhile, the audience standing nearby, facing the wind, listened with rapt attention, clapping listlessly and expressionlessly, like puppets placed around them.

Locked theater, rainbow lights, portable subwoofer, dynamic stage, microphone, volume amplification Magecraft circle...

Goodness, that's not all, they've even worn mythical costumes!

Are you sure the Pantheon bestowed upon the True Body Machine God this way?!

Nero!

Samael's lips twitched. Regaining his senses, he immediately strode forward, placing a hand on the Tyrant's shoulder and forcefully turning the swaying man to face him. His chilling tone was almost icy, and veins bulged on his forehead, resembling twisted earthworms.

"Your Highness... uh... Your Excellency, you've come to... behold... my glory. I am the most dazzling... morning star on the stage. Today's performance... was very enjoyable... and very successful. However, I prefer... sharing the joy with the people, so I'm not in a hurry to see you... Since you're here... let's join in the revelry..."

Um... I've saved you... a spot for the accompaniment... hehe... how's your playing...?

Nero opened her slightly heavy eyelids, her gaze hazy and unfocused. Her body swayed slightly from side to side, her breath reeking of strong alcohol. A dreamy smile graced her flushed face.

At this moment, the Tyrant's left fingertips slid randomly along the muscle texture of Samael's chest, bringing a tingling sensation, while his hazy eyes exuded an indescribable languor and tenderness.

Samael felt a sudden jolt, and his blood surged to his brain like magma erupting, his teeth chattering, and a gloomy slur was forced out from between his teeth.

"30 seconds, turn off the music, and come back with me to sober up! Otherwise..."

As his knuckles cracked, a deep, sinister look appeared on Samael's face.

"Hmm? Only fools... would resort to force."

"Master Yu, wise and learned, Prince Yu, if you wish to refuse the revelry, I grant you permission to use your wisdom to refute this gift. If you win, you will enjoy a new imperial blessing."

Nero paused for a moment, then raised his hand and lightly tapped her luscious lips, patting his chest as if to guarantee it, his flushed cheeks radiating a triumphant and provocative gleam.

This brat is really drunk; he wants to debate with me?

Hmph, even Greek law was personally drafted by Themis and me. As the ultimate authority in the world of verbal sparring, I have never been defeated. I'll teach you a lesson!

However, the overconfident Samael failed to notice that under the colorful light, his emerald green eyes gleamed with smugness and cunning.

Historically, this Tyrant was not only gifted in singing, but also possessed an exceptional talent for eloquence.

Ten minutes later, Nero stood smugly with his hands on his hips, while Samael squatted to one side, contemplating life.

Brunhilde bit her cherry lips, timidly stepping forward to comfort her distressed mistress. She tried to speak several times, but in front of everyone, hesitation arose within her, and she stammered, unable to utter a complete and fluent word.

After a long silence, Gu She gradually realized the reason for his failure. His eyes regained their clarity, and he was so angry that his teeth itched. He finally understood the crux of the problem.

At first, he talked to Nero about morality because of noise pollution, and Nero brought up human rights with him; when he discussed human rights with Nero, this brat shifted the topic to the inclusiveness of the law; when he debated the law's sentencing and enforcement with Nero played the political influence game with him; then, when he analyzed politics with Nero, a certain tyrant played the Tyrant with him; finally, when it was his turn to play the rogue and he directly took action, Nero surprisingly circled back to morality, condemning him for being arbitrary and dictatorial.

A rogue isn't scary; what's scary is a rogue with a silver tongue. If he encounters a scoundrel like Zi, he might fall into a trap due to his carelessness.

"Inspired by Apollo, the god of art, I was awakened to my talent and have composed and performed my fourth piece – 'The Light of Rome'! Please enjoy!"

... The light of Rome, my name is Nero♪..."

Just as the murderous demonic sound was about to resume, a righteous flying kick came down from the sky, knocking down the flying square subwoofer and the vibrating panpipes behind it.

"What are you singing so early in the morning! Can't a person get any sleep?! I've put up with you for ages!"

Amidst the furious roar of the bristling fox, the Pink-Haired Fox Shrine Maiden gritted her teeth in protest. Just as the Tyrant turned around, puffed out his small chest, and prepared to repeat his old trick, a sudden numbness shot through the back of his neck, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed straight to the ground.

Tamamo no Mae skillfully performed a Chinese-style turtle binding, gagging the mouth of a certain soul singer. She then changed her hand seals, leaving no less than 20 sound-sealing and binding Magecraft Cursed Seal in a few breaths. Afterwards, like a virtuous wife and loving mother returning from a market with a turtle, she handed the instigator to Samael's arms.

Wait, why did I try to reason with this brat in the first place?! It seems like just knocking him out was the right thing to do!

Samael looked at Nero, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and as he came to his senses, his lips twitched. He then realized that he seemed to have been led astray by Nero from the very beginning.

"Curse Layer - Wide Sunshine!"

Immediately, Tamamo no Mae secretly formed hand seals, releasing a warm aura from her body. The surging ether formed a golden halo, originating from the power of the Sun God, and spread outwards, pulling the poor audience members, whose Sanity had been reduced to zero due to this indescribable sound, back to reality, restoring their sanity and bringing them back to their senses.

The ravaged citizens, their legs weak and wanting to weep, fearing the return of that mind-altering voice, helped each other and scrambled away from the scene of the crime.

Xiao Yu, you're such a clever fox!

Seeing this, Samael felt pleased and cast an approving glance at the rioting official.

Oh dear, don't praise someone like that, it makes them shy.

Furthermore, helping you solve your problems shouldn't just be a matter of verbal praise, right? Talented individuals who make outstanding contributions deserve commensurate rewards. You are the King; you should understand this principle better than I do.

So, I'm giving you a reward, but you have to take it yourself.

Tamamo no Mae smiled and resonated with the divine will, conveying her inner thoughts. Then, with a charming yet playful wink, she swayed her hips and headed towards her home to continue catching up on her sleep.

However, as a result, many shops on the street also closed down.

"Smack..."

Just as the dessert shop owner was preparing to lower the barriers and close for the day to soothe his wounded heart, a fair arm with floating star patterns suddenly clung to the window.

"She hasn't paid yet..."

Attila stared intently at the basket of pastries in the cupboard, reiterating dryly.

"No need to pay! This is a gift for you! I swear in the name of Athena, it's true!"

The slightly overweight boss, with a start, grabbed the basket with lightning speed and shoved it directly into Attila's arms.

The speed at which it left afterimages made Samael deeply suspect that the shop owner was hiding his true abilities and might very well be a descendant of Hermes, the god of God of Speed.

"Paying for things is a good thing..."

Attila blinked in confusion, swallowed hard, and murmured a reiteration.

"No! Thank you all for patronizing my business, but this isn't a purchase, I'll give it to you for free! Please go to another store..."

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he sobbed and begged the poor shop owner. Just thinking about what had just happened made his body tremble uncontrollably as if he had Parkinson's disease. His legs went weak and he almost knelt down. In a pleading manner, he finally handed over the basket and begged the Plague God to go and afflict other shops.

"Fine, take it. Report it to the Mount of Ares and I'll have it handled."

As the boss lowered the barrier, locked the doors and windows, and clattered as he carried the heavy object to the door, Samael stared at Attila, who was holding a basket in front of the door, hesitating and lost in thought. He twitched his lips helplessly and tried to comfort her.

With Samael's promise, the Xiongnu king was finally satisfied. He picked up his bountiful harvest and, led by several Valkyrie, ate as he walked.

After handing over the remaining game to the nearby guards, Samael finally reached the Mount of Ares.

However, a figure following closely behind also entered the main hall.

"I'm so sorry for the trouble I've caused you... Please punish me..."

Brunhilde clutched her chest and stepped forward to apologize in shame.

Samael looked up at the Valkyrie, his gaze lingering there silently.

The Valkyrie writhed uncomfortably, her face showing even more embarrassment. She buried her head even lower and whispered a plea as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"Your Highness... please don't... gaze at me like that..."

"You were dragged along by Nero, and you're not good at refusing, so it must have been tough on you. Alright, let's not talk about punishment. It wasn't your fault. Protecting this girl across the Sea of Chaos and keeping an eye on Attila must have been exhausting. You must be tired. Go and get some rest."

Samael chuckled and shook his head, his eyes clear.

Behind every unruly child, there is a powerful adult backing them up.

But the bear behind Nero should be primarily blamed on a certain stubborn, good-for-nothing, who also gave him a glass of courage-boosting wine that the brat had somehow managed to get his hands on.

"Please don't... cover up my guilt... don't... be so gentle... I'm afraid I'll..."

Brunhilde clutched her chest with her right hand, her emotions churning as she raised her pretty face, her sorrow and self-reproach undiminished, her purple eyes burning with a fierce flame.

"Stop! Is this punishment? I broke my water glass when I heard Nero singing. That's your fault. Come and help me wipe the table."

Seeing this, Samael's heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly pointed to the water stains on the table and immediately gave this stubborn Valkyrie something to do to prevent her from having too much free time and overthinking things.

"I will obey your command!"

The Valkyrie smiled again, nodded emphatically in agreement, and immediately stepped forward to cleanly sweep the water stains off the table.

Pfft...

Then, Samael pulled out a chair and sat down beside him, looking down at the tea stain on his trousers with a resentful gaze and a slight twitch in his facial muscles.

"I'm... sorry... I was too impatient..."

Brunhilde stammered awkwardly, and on a whim, she picked up the woolen cloth and moved it toward the stain.

"I promise there won't be any more trouble this time..."

Valkyrie spoke, she hurriedly reached out, preparing to make amends for her mistake.

"Cough cough, no need, really no need, I can manage on my own..."

"... If possible, please don't move. I will do my best to..."

Samael raised his hand and placed it on Brunhilde's shoulder, chuckling as he tried to dissuade her, but the more he did so, the more determined and stubborn the Valkyrie became as she lowered her body.

Just then, the wooden carved door was violently kicked open, and a chubby pink- Pink-Haired Rabbit-Eared Girl, dragging her two sisters behind her, excitedly rushed into the main hall, shouting and yelling.

"Big sister, you've stepped down from your post at Mount of Ares? We..."

In an instant, Hildr's gaze was fixed on the two figures entangled in front of the desk, and her brain froze.

At this moment, the Valkyrie, who was trying to make amends, straightened her buttocks, bent down and crawled under the table, placing one hand on Samael's thigh, her head appearing between the prince's waist and abdomen, while Samael pressed down on Brunhilde's shoulder, as if exerting force.

"..."

"..."

Thrud and Ortlinde stared at each other, their faces blank.

"Ahem, let me explain, it's not..."

"We didn't see anything!"

As soon as Samael opened his mouth, Hildr hurriedly raised her hand to cover her face, but through the gap between her fingers, her eyes darted around, sneaking peeks behind the desk.

"We know nothing!"

Thrud turned her head away, pounded her chest with her right fist, then grabbed the demon beside her and left the hall, considerately closing the door behind her.

"You can continue..."

Dragged outside, Ortlinde closed her book and offered a very natural and sincere reminder.

Samael turned to look at Brunhilde, who was utterly ashamed, his gaze filled with resentment.

Now, he can't clear his name even if he jumps into the Yellow River.