Cerberus looked pleased. "That bastard Asmodeus is up next."
"Hm?"
Geralt froze. "How did you know?"
"It's a rerun," Cerberus said.
Geralt: "..."
So this was the second time. What kind of grudge was that?
Asmodeus, the Demon representing [Lust] among the Seven Deadly Sins, was also one of the Supreme Four among King Solomon's seventy-two demon gods. Whether in strength or status, Cerberus could not compare to him. How had the two crossed paths?
What had Asmodeus done? Smashed Cerberus's doghouse? Or made a move on Cerberus's [beloved dog]?
Ding-dong.
The doorbell rang.
"Hello, who are you looking for?"
Rebecca stood by the door, curiously staring at the visual access-control screen.
Since moving here, this was their first visitor.
"I, I... is Mr. Winchester here?"
"You're looking for the young master?"
"Uh..."
Melinda was stunned. What was with "young master"?
Such an old-fashioned form of address?
"Yes..."
"Oh, wait a moment." Rebecca skipped into the living room. "Young Master... someone's here to see you!"
"Who is it?" Geralt asked.
"I don't know." Rebecca tilted her head. "Should I ask?"
"Forget it." Geralt stopped Rebecca. "I'll ask myself."
"And be careful. Don't lose your head."
"Yes!" Rebecca clenched her fist hard. "I'll work hard to become a qualified maid!"
What a lofty goal...
At the entrance.
On the screen stood a woman in a long dress, a little over thirty, radiating a weariness that could be felt even through the screen.
The intercom on the iron gate transmitted a voice. "This is Winchester."
The voice was calm and steady, easing Melinda's nerves somewhat. "Hello, Mr. Winchester. A friend told me you can handle certain special matters."
"Special matters..." Geralt pondered for a moment. He had nothing better to do anyway, so he might as well find something to