Several days later, somewhere in the park.
"Fou... Fou..."
A harmless-looking little white-furred beast was tied to a nearby stump like a carefully trussed slab of cured meat. After pacing back and forth without being able to break free, the little fellow finally flopped weakly onto the ground, head drooping as it let out mournful, indignant whimpers from time to time.
Behind a dense clump of bushes, several heads were squeezed together as they watched from afar. Yet their unfocused gazes could not help but drift with exhaustion.
"Tell me, are you sure this method will actually work?"
At last, after a long silence, Natalia, the first to lose patience, yawned and glanced gloomily at Samael beside her.
"My plan shouldn't be wrong."
"It's already been two days and two nights."
Martha answered after some thought, her eyes blazing.
"Why don't we wait a little longer?"
Samael shrank his neck and answered somewhat guiltily.
"If you want to wait, wait by yourself!"
Natalia rolled her eyes and snapped back without any politeness. Then she turned and hooked an arm around Martha's neck, asking a deeply philosophical question.
"Boss, what are we having for lunch?"
"I've been learning Indian cuisine lately. How about I make you some curry rice?"
Martha replied casually. Having gone so many days without cooking, an eager gleam appeared in her eyes.
"Great idea! And let's have some pre-dinner drinks too. I know there's a bottle of Ace of Spades champagne hidden on the third shelf in his cabinet! It's a limited edition!"
Natalia finally revealed her true intentions, her voice full of temptation.
"I want some too! Add a Wellington steak!"
Arcueid, whose appetite had been thoroughly stirred up, raised her hand high and joined in the commotion.
"No problem. The shop just received a batch