Xia Xin knew the Calamity Witch belonged to the Blood Clan.

She also knew what a Blood Clan retainer was.

But adding Xila’s name to this? Xia Xin was confused.

Why would the future Demon King become her retainer?

Just because she’d “accidentally” sucked a big gulp of Xila’s blood? That was way too hasty!

Normal settings required more—like cuddling, or detailed bodily fluid exchange…

At least some friction was expected. Becoming a retainer after one sip? Xia Xin wasn’t prepared!

She’d only wanted a tiny rub. Hitting the jackpot like this? So unfair!

Xia Xin felt wronged. She really just meant to rub a bit!

At most… two or three centimeters.

Referring to her fangs.

Ah… whatever. It’d already happened. She couldn’t complain.

She just hoped Xila wouldn’t find out. With her personality… gulp. Extreme actions were guaranteed, good or bad.

Xia Xin even suspected Xila would take revenge—sneaking succubus juice to force-feed her liters while she slept!

“…” Xia Xin silently glanced sideways. Xila’s burning gaze felt like it could set her clothes on fire… gulp. Terrifying.

Xila was the future Demon King. Her heart had to be dark. Staring like this? Definitely plotting a scheme!

Revenge for framing her into prison earlier!

“By the way, Holy Maiden.” Xila turned to Remiel. “Before Kebento Factory, can I stop by Nobles Town? Hmm… I need to pick something up.”

Succubus juice… heh heh. Who didn’t have that?

Long ago, Xila bought a bottle from a shady merchant. Stored in the bakery warehouse—just in case.

Even without a target, it was fun for self-entertainment.

Now? Perfect timing!

Add a drop to Witch Miss’s lunch. Mask the taste with bread. Let her eat. Wait for the effects… heh heh heh…

Witch Miss… my Witch Miss… heh heh heh…

Shh… hold it in. Drooling would make Witch Miss despise her.

“Oh? That bakery?” Remiel asked.

“Mhm.”

“I burned it down.” Remiel smiled. “Run by a Demon Spy. I torched it on my way here. Caused a delay.”

“Huh?!” Xia Xin and Xila gasped together.

Xia Xin finally understood her quest completion.

You did it! Amazing!

Without that gold, she couldn’t bribe the rats… but no real difference. Remiel would’ve acted anyway.

Not the point!

Xila’s words screamed conspiracy—using something from the bakery.

Crushed before starting? Wonderful!

Xia Xin gazed at Remiel, deeply grateful.

“What!” Xila roared, leaping to pinch Remiel’s cheeks. “You burned my house! Do you know how long I paid that loan?! Damn Holy Maiden!”

“Ah… ouch! B-because I didn’t know little Xila was such a cute silver-haired loli back then. Otherwise, it could’ve been our wed—ahem! I’ll compensate you!”

You almost said “wedding house”!

This Holy Maiden was seriously off!

Xia Xin had imagined it, but never seen anyone this blunt.

“Hmph! I’ll remember this grudge!” Xila snorted. Her favor for Remiel plummeted to negative.

The deeper the Calamity Witch, the deeper her hatred.

Plotting against her? A Holy Maiden saying that to a cute Demonfolk loli? Disgusting. A loli-con?!

Xila fumed. Her heart and body belonged to Witch Miss—unchangeable.

Hope Witch Miss liked lolis like rumors said… hee hee. Perfect.

Clip-clop!!!

Hoofbeats echoed. Xia Xin looked up. The extremely “dim-witted” Interrogator Belle charged over, stopping before them.

“Saint Lemil!” Belle drew her longsword, voice icy. “What are you doing?! This is the Calamity Witch and a Demon Spy. Letting them escape is high treason!”

“Belle? Tia mentioned you.” Remiel patted her shoulder. “Listen, there’s a reason. These two—”

“I have nothing to say to you!” Belle seethed.

“These two”?

Damn Holy Maiden—not just the Calamity Witch, but abducting her own Demonfolk kin too?! So lewd. Despicable!

Remiel was stunned.

Tia said she hated evil fiercely, but this? Defying a Holy Maiden’s orders without fear? Astonishing.

That furious gaze… her justice surpassed Remiel’s own. Tia was right—she was worth nurturing!

Take her to the Church later. Maybe make her a retainer… after things settled.

Clip-clop!

More hoofbeats. Guards and soldiers from the prison returned.

“Quite a crowd.” Remiel smiled at Xia Xin. “Go to Kebento Factory first. I’ll handle them… I’ll catch up soon. Don’t worry.”

“What’s your plan?” Xia Xin asked.

“Of course…” Remiel raised her hand. A giant crucifix materialized beside her. “…reason with them.”