Not One Family, Not One Door

In fact, while seeing Martha off, the God of Medicine had already followed Samael's instructions and used the Grand Temple to summon the "medicine" capable of treating him from the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

That was right. The one who appeared within the Grand Temple was Pandora, Daughter of Calamity!

Nothing was more suitable for absorbing and containing Angra Mainyu's curse than Pandora herself.

Once that thing, clinging to him like gangrene, was removed from his body, Samael's immortality would naturally allow his remaining wounds to heal with ease.

Thus, as early as last night, when the Ancient Serpent visited the God of Medicine and received a definite diagnosis, Samael had begun devising a plan: use Martha to make himself bait and force Michael into a desperate gamble.

From beginning to end, this Child of Light had never escaped Samael's calculations.

Winning the greatest victory with the smallest expenditure of strength and sacrifice had always been the aesthetic pursued by the Ancient Serpent.

To perfectly stage this ambush, Samael had not only convincingly coughed up blood when facing the first blow, but had also thrown every hero at his disposal onto the battlefield and generously lent his weapon to Pandora, ensuring she could cripple Michael in a single strike and eliminate any possible danger.

And now, the Book of Fate, the only thing in Michael's hands that Samael feared, had already left his severed hand and floated in midair.

"Pandora, good girl, beautifully done!"

At that moment, Samael spread his arms and walked down into the courtyard with a warm smile on his face, clearly intending to give the silver-haired, red-eyed girl a big hug.

"It is my honor to serve you, Father."

Pandora blinked her gemlike crimson eyes and smiled sweetly as she raised the crimson-black scythe, returning