Idle Wolf = Wise Wolf?

However, after Horo and Harpy left, Samael discovered a rather awkward problem.

Namely, how was he supposed to deal with this humanoid body pillow in front of him?

Samael's gaze drifted as he cleared his throat and asked.

"Ahem, if I said this was an accident, would you believe me?"

Believe my ass!

Martha glared at him furiously, her chest heaving slightly with rage as her clenched fists tightened.

"Uh, all right, I understand..."

Seeing this, the Ancient Serpent could not help touching the bridge of his nose. He turned toward the door, called over the fast-flying Harpy, and gave her quiet instructions.

What the hell is he up to now? I'm not so easily scared! No matter what underhanded tricks you use, you'll never make me submit!

Unable to move, Martha felt a faint sense of foreboding rise in her heart. She immediately began cursing in her mind, reinforcing her faith.

A moment later, the poor Saintess Your Highness looked at the vicious blasphemer standing by the bed and the small vial in his hand, glowing with a faint pink light.

Her body stiffened, and a grief-stricken cry welled up in her heart.

Despicable...

"Tell me, are you sure you didn't take the wrong potion?"

Samael looked at the Magic Potion bearing the staff-and-serpent emblem in his hand, then turned to Harpy behind him with a dark expression.

"That's right! That white-haired guy only gave me this one. Oh, right, there's also an instruction sheet for the dosage."

The silly bird swore solemnly, then knocked on her head as if remembering something. She pulled out a piece of parchment from the Magic Formations and handed it to Samael.

With the formula sheet and the corresponding medical instructions, Samael finally relaxed.

He drew one-third of the dose into a syringe,