No One Is More Scummy Than Me!

The fairies' faces lit up with the joy of having survived a disaster. Then they looked back at their houses, now reduced to rubble, and froze completely before turning to the demon before them with resentful accusations.

"We already told you!"

"They did it! What does it have to do with us?!"

"Go find the pixies! Why are you bullying us?"

Samael blinked and spread his hands, looking utterly innocent.

"I told you, it only counts if they come forward and admit it themselves. You didn't do it, so what use is your identification?"

"Then why did you drag us over here and destroy our houses?"

"Because I wanted to..."

Fuck me...

Hearing that flawless reasoning, along with the demon's teasing, delighted expression, the fairies were filled with grief and indignation, yet they dared not voice their anger.

You three bastards, why did you have to provoke that monster?!

Under the focus of countless murderous glares, the three culprits who had brought this calamity upon them were so frightened they barely dared breathe. As Samael approached, their bodies shook like sieves.

"Meeting again. Was it you?"

As the agitated fairies moved aside, three familiar faces appeared before Samael.

By sheer coincidence, they were the three little things the Ancient Serpent had taught a lesson near the flower fields.

They had never suffered a loss before, let alone been thwarted by Freya, whom they had always treated as a punching bag.

So after returning, they naturally vented their resentment on her house.

Pixies were relatively well-known pranksters in Cornwall, a branch of the Winged Fae, and there were only three pixies present.

"...Yes..."

That smiling question sounded like a demon's roar beside the three culprits' ears. Their faces turned deathly pale as they nodded tremblingly.

"Why did you do something like