At this very moment, Samael realized there was something even more painful than the two tragedies of "the person died before spending all the money" and "the person lived, but the money was gone"—"the person was alive, had money, but couldn't withdraw it..."
Thanks to the earlier battle and his high-altitude free fall, his passport, bank cards, and other documents had all been ruined.
Even though his miserly older sister had been generous for once today, she had no way to transfer money to him remotely without any tools.
Horo crunched on an apple, pondered for a moment, then curled her lips and offered another solution. Her rising tone carried a faintly teasing note.
"Little Samael, why don't you tell me where you are? Hold on for a few more days, and I'll have the Council send someone to fish you out."
"No need. I can handle it myself. See you."
The ancient serpent shook his head with a false smile, declining his sister's "kindness" and hanging up without hesitation.
The reason was simple.
It was enough to let them know he was safe. There was no need to explain too much, since he couldn't afford that embarrassment.
Now that the call had gone through, with the Dark Council's resources, finding him by following the trail was only a matter of time. Hanging up sooner or later made little difference.
Rather than expose the humiliating story of his crash, he might as well give himself some time to recover and pick up a little of the dignity he had shattered.
And judging by what he knew of Horo, that scheming older sister would probably encourage the women back home to mobilize, while the Wise Wolf hid behind them and watched the show, taking revenge on her dear little brother for