Although the scene was a mess, and the dead on the ground were too gruesome to behold,
under the flattery of these people, who offered money and effort,
Gensei Suou felt his life suddenly reach its peak—so exhilarated that even his breathing felt sweet.
"How wonderful."
"How wonderful."
"With Akira here, the Suou Family becoming the largest family in the country, besides the imperial family, is just around the corner."
"Awesome."
He had never felt so good.
Many people went to bother Gensei Suou.
But there were also those who, in front of the three Monsters, walked up to Akira.
Yukinoshita Haruno was one of them, and the other was her mother.
"Nephew Akira, thank you so much for saving our mother and daughter just now."
"If it weren't for you, our mother and daughter would have died here."
"Unfortunately, our family is small and cannot offer any resources that the Suou Family would deem worthy."
"But a life-saving kindness must be repaid."
"How about this, Nephew Akira—just tell us directly what repayment you want."
Mrs. Yukinoshita was very clever.
This move shifted the responsibility entirely onto Akira's shoulders.
However, she was also right; with the current strength of the Yukinoshita Family, they truly couldn't offer much.
Giving Akira the decision-making power was also a viable option.
Akira, of course, wanted all three women.
But that was clearly impossible.
Judging from the current state of the two, Yukinoshita Haruno was clearly easier to approach.
Akira thought for a moment. "How about this—later, Haruno-nee will go to dinner with me and spend the day with me."
"Yes, of course."
Mrs. Yukinoshita was eager for the two to have a closer opportunity.
When Yukinoshita Haruno heard this, she couldn't help but feel a little happy.
She didn't want to stay with her mother anymore anyway. Although Akira was powerful, he didn't have that feeling of bullying the weak.
In normal times, he was more like a younger brother who had matured a bit too early—
free and unrestrained, doing as he pleased.
Going out with Akira would definitely not be like now, where she had to consider other people's feelings and speak reservedly.
Just as Yukinoshita Haruno was thinking about where to eat later,
a woman in a public security uniform with wings, flying in the sky, entered everyone's sight.
A halo topped her angelic face.
Her devilish figure was not obvious under the concealment of the uniform.
"Akira! I'm here."
Along with her, public security logistics personnel also arrived.
Some were responsible for cleaning, others for taking notes.
The Hero Association's logistics also appeared at the appropriate time, sending Genos to the ambulance.
More and more relevant personnel arrived.
"It's you—it's all your fault! Aren't you very powerful? If you had acted earlier, no one would have died."
Just as Akira's meal team was in place and ready to go eat,
a heavily made-up woman suddenly appeared in Akira's path.
Her husband had died, her makeup was streaked from crying, and she was relentlessly nagging, even attempting to lay hands on him.
She kept saying, without mercy, that it was all Akira's fault.
Akira laughed. "Am I your father?"
"Do you see this? This person—he's cursing."
The next second, Akira directly lifted the woman.
"I'm just stating a fact. I'm not your father, nor am I a member of any organization, so I have no obligation to save any of you."
"I saved you because I am kind."
"However, I never use kindness where it should be used."
"I have money—lots and lots of money—enough to buy your life a hundred million times over."
"Why did you stand in front of me?"
"Huh?"
The woman was stunned by Akira's words.
Her face turned pale.
Akira wasn't joking. From the aura he released, if the woman dared to utter another word, Akira would crush her without hesitation.
One life.
For Akira, it had absolutely no impact; he would just pay for it.
The fact that Akira was still explaining things to her so calmly was already a sign of extreme restraint.
The woman's legs trembled, and she dared not make any more noise.
The logistics personnel from the Hero Association and the Public Security Bureau around them wisely pretended not to see anything.
Akira was right.
He wasn't a professional Hero, so he didn't have to abide by any rules.
Whether or not he saved someone depended entirely on his mood.
If he saved someone, it was because he was willing; if he didn't, it was because he couldn't be bothered.
Akira's background, identity, and strength were all there.
Even if he acted now and someone died, their death would be in vain.
"Is that woman an idiot? She's still trying to morally blackmail others?"
"Tsk, he saved an ungrateful wretch."
"She actually just wants to die, doesn't she?"
"Truly foolish—stay away from her, lest you catch bad luck."
…The surrounding crowd discussed animatedly.
Gensei Suou understood this now, and his confidence grew.
Akira was not a Hero of the Hero Association, nor was he personnel from the Public Security Bureau.
When encountering such matters, he was not afraid of moral blackmail at all.
As long as he didn't do anything detrimental to the world, he wasn't afraid of anyone coming to cause trouble.
How insightful.
As expected of the successor I chose.
No—Akira was now the new head of the Suou Family.
He was merely an agent.
"So, you're just going to let that foolish woman go?"
Armored Gorilla stared at the woman, who still hadn't recovered, and felt a slight urge to slap her.
"Don't worry. I've already had a virus-carrying mosquito bite her."
"Tonight, she'll have a pleasant meeting with God."
Mosquito Girl licked her lips, her expression stern.
Now, House of Evolution was considered part of the Suou Family.
They were all vassals of the Suou Family.
Akira was their direct leader.
To dare to speak to the boss like that was simply asking for death.
Once in the car, Yukinoshita Haruno sat in the front passenger seat, and Himeno drove.
The remaining two naturally sat in the back seat.
"Master, what are you planning to eat for lunch?"
"You said you'd treat us to a big meal, so of course you decide. Don't ask me."
Akira leisurely rested his head on Angel's lap, a tempting milky scent wafting before him, truly refreshing.
Himeno looked in the rearview mirror, a little speechless.
If there wasn't a third wheel in the passenger seat, the car would probably be bouncing by now.
Yukinoshita Haruno looked back.
She was also surprised by the relationship between Akira and Angel.
Only Akira could normally touch Angel, which meant he was Angel's only one.
In other words, the two might have already transcended a male-female relationship.
"Is it true that only Akira can touch Angel?"
"Yes, only Master can. Angel herself certified it."
"So, Angel is a demon?"
Himeno nodded, her gaze fixed on the road ahead. "Miss Yukinoshita Haruno is very smart."
"But I'm not intentionally keeping this from you. It's just that about eighty percent of people in reality have prejudices against demons."
"Normally, when Angel goes out alone, she says she's a Monster or cosplaying."
"Now, Master is the only person Angel can embrace, so of course Angel is a bit special to Master."
Watching Akira close his eyes to rest,
Yukinoshita Haruno inwardly thought, How is this just a little special?
It's clearly a special relationship.
"I understand, I understand. So, people can make contracts with Angel and gain power from her?"
"I'm very curious—if it's an Angel demon, what kind of power would they gain?"
"I've never signed a contract with anyone, so I don't know what power people gain after signing a contract with me."
"But I can confirm that it should be at the cost of their lifespan."
When she said this, the smile on Angel's face faded.
A faint sense of sorrow appeared.
"Don't think about all these unnecessary things. Since we're alive today, it's another day full of hope."
"Mm."
Angel's lips curved slightly upward, and the gloom was swept away.
"Eh?"
"Are we having yakitori for lunch?"
Yukinoshita Haruno, dressed in a small dress, was slightly taken aback.
"With such a big incident happening today, we don't have to be on duty this afternoon."
"If we eat from noon until evening, it won't be awkward anymore."
Yakitori is essentially Japanese grilled skewers.
And this particular place was one Himeno frequented.
The food was good, and the portions were generous.
The key was that she was a regular customer, and the owner always gave her a free beer every time she came.
If it weren't illegal for Akira to drink alcohol, Himeno would have taken them to an izakaya.
But eating yakitori was also good.
"Boss, we'd like to order."
"Oh, Senior Himeno, why are you here so early for lunch?"
…Himeno and the female boss went to order.
Akira was the first to enter the private room.
The environment was quite good, and there weren't many people at noon, making it feel very spacious.
"Come, come, come."
"Master, your happy water."
"What about you?"
"I'll go get more."
Soon after, Himeno scurried back, carrying three large glasses of iced beer.
"This isn't what I ordered—the owner gave it to us."
Akira, drinking his happy water, said, "I don't believe you, unless you let me have a sip."
"Master, you're not old enough to drink alcohol yet—you can't."
"The day Master can drink, I will definitely take a day off to drink with you."
"But for now—cheers."
Himeno happily clinked glasses with Angel and Yukinoshita Haruno, then raised her glass.
Gulp, gulp.
Ah~!
She wiped the corner of her mouth.
With a clink, Himeno placed her glass on the table.
"Ever since I met Master, good luck has been continuous."
"Not only was I transferred to a zone where I can slack off, but today something like this happened."
"Master, those moves of yours earlier were so cool."
"That guy who took down an S-Class Hero in one move—just like that—whoosh!"
"He turned into a blur."
"Excuse me, serving dishes—pardon the interruption."
Because there were few people at noon, the chef grilled directly, so the food was served very quickly.
Eating skewers, drinking, and chatting, the atmosphere became more and more relaxed.
Although the beer had a low alcohol content, the faces of the women drinking it were all flushed.
The slightly tipsy feeling brought a subtle change to their temperaments.
However, the biggest change was Himeno.
Normally, she was alright with talking, but once she had alcohol, her words started to pour out.
And as she chatted, her gaze unconsciously fell on Akira.
"Master, besides Angel, how many other girlfriends do you have?"
Akira counted on his fingers. "Around ten—I can't quite remember."
"Wow, as expected of the heir of the Suou Family—his love life is indeed rich."
Saying that, Himeno took a freshly served beer and sat next to Akira.
She propped her chin with her hand.
"Master, what do you think of me? Do you want me to become one of your dozen or so girlfriends?"
Himeno's short hair was a bit choppy and rather neutral.
Because she had signed a contract with the Ghost Devil which limited one eye, an eye patch covered one of her eyes.
Her features weren't top-notch, nor was her skin, but she had her own charm.
Now, with her small face flushed and cupped in her hands, she asked, slightly tipsy.
She even had the feeling of a playful Big Sister next door.
"You've been planning this for a while, haven't you?"
"How long have you been my apprentice, and you're already thinking of insubordination?"
"Hehehe."
Himeno hugged Akira's arm. "Master."
"Look, you're from the Suou Family."
"You're rich."
"And handsome."
"To my aesthetic."
"And you're powerful. I think the top few S-Class Heroes in the Hero Association are pretty much on par with you, Master."
"Once I'm with you, I won't have to worry about not having money."
"Nor will I have to worry about my safety."
"And I'll get to see a handsome man every day."
"Please, Master—isn't that good?"
Himeno shook Akira's arm vigorously.
Her unreserved manner truly seemed like she had drunk too much.
But how much of these words were drunken ramblings, and how much were directly expressed under the influence of alcohol?
It all depended on Akira's reaction.
As the head of the Suou Family, Akira naturally understood these things.
He sat calmly, teasing, "It sounds like all the benefits are for you. What about me?"
"Ehehe~!"
Himeno chuckled teasingly, then straightened up and leaned into Akira's ear. "Master, I have a good figure."
"And…"
Even though Angel was very close,
she still didn't hear what Himeno had said.
Hole.
Can be used?
What was that?
Yukinoshita Haruno, sitting opposite, now didn't know where her gaze should be placed.
Under Mrs. Yukinoshita's upbringing, her behavior was very restrained, as if there were shackles limiting her spirit and body.
Although she seemed to get along well with everyone, the price was losing her own personality.
Only in the most pure emotions, which she had never touched, would she show her truest self.
Moreover, there wasn't the usual feeling of saying insincere words as in past social engagements.
It was very natural, very sincere.
When she heard their conversation, she couldn't help but think of herself.
Perhaps she could also join in?
Himeno had summarized Akira's advantages very concretely.
In every aspect, Akira was top-tier. One might ask—with such conditions, which girl could resist?
"No, Himeno. If you resign, who will I partner with?"
Angel expressed her disagreement. She had finally found a partner whose personality matched hers—someone who, though responsible, cared more about her own life.
Not like her previous partners, who didn't value their own lives at all.
Most importantly, Angel was a devil and could not escape the control of Public Safety.
If she got a stubborn partner, wouldn't that just be another third wheel between her and Akira?
Therefore, Himeno absolutely could not resign.
She couldn't go to Akira's home to be a rich wife and just lie around.
Just thinking about Himeno's leisurely life as a rich wife at Akira's home made Angel incredibly jealous.
That was the life she dreamed of.
Not wanting to do anything, just lying around decadently all day.
Of course, training with Akira was an exception.
But the rest of the time, she just wanted to be a lazy bum, her mind completely still.
"Eh? Oh, right."
"But this doesn't conflict with me being my master's girlfriend."
"Angel, you wouldn't mind me being your sister, would you?"
As she spoke, Himeno's hand reached under the table.
Huh?
Huh?
What's going on?
Is Himeno really drunk?
Or is it~!
But no matter what, even if there were no one else here, it was still a public place.
"Miss Himeno, wait."
"This… this is not the place for this."
Yukinoshita Haruno quickly stepped forward and pulled Himeno up.
But a drunk person's weight increases by 50%.
As a Public Safety officer, Himeno, with her slightly muddled mind, instinctively used a grappling move and pinned Yukinoshita Haruno down.
Yukinoshita Haruno felt her vision blur.
Her face was pressed against something strangely hot.
Huh?
What is this?
Yukinoshita Haruno subconsciously looked at the object in front of her.
Gulp! Gulp!
Yukinoshita Haruno felt her heart pounding, sending all the blood to her face.
Her body also started to heat up.
This… this is…