There was also a pretty significant downside to these rumors. Specifically, I could be stabbed by anyone who felt like it. Because, according to them, such a perverse animal shouldn't even be able to look at their angel.
Feeling the hostile stares from all sides, I could only wonder how much she was loved. But if I looked at the whole situation, I only had one thing to do – and that was to ignore it. Which I was successfully doing. After all, what could these mutts do to me?
Shaking off useless thoughts that would give me nothing but wasted time, my thoughts returned to my revenge. More specifically, what would they do next?
There was a chance they would just run away or hide for a very long time. Which would be pretty stupid on their part: I knew for sure that if this so-called business of theirs was how they got their money – since that what I was tracking - they would just be screwing around in their free time. So, sooner or later, they would return to their affairs.
I don't believe they'll try to go straight. Wretches like them will definitely not go down that road. But even if they happen to take that path of redemption, I'll still kill them.
After all, aside from a few nuances, I enjoyed playing the hunter. But of course, I couldn't fully reveal the fullness of this role. But even so, the feeling was, as always, intoxicating. Just a wonderful feeling, in a word.
Now it's clear why everyone strives for power. Because there was only one plus in it. But power can also be different: power, for example, built on the authority of your family, or power built on money. I didn't need that – that kind of power was too boring and uninteresting.
I only need one path to power – and that is a path built by strength, individual strength. Money can always run out, prestige can evaporate completely. But strength will never go away – it will always be there, always be fun. Through strength, I can have both money and prestige. If they disappear, it won't affect me in any way, because the fear of my power will make them bow down to me. But of course, I needed to become the strongest in the world. The strongest in the history of the world.
But I'm still far from that. So, no need to dream, you need to act.
Catching the gaze of a green-haired elven girl, a gaze full of coldness and sharpness, stared at me. Under her gaze, I felt discomfort and confusion – my hand reached out to adjust my glasses. I didn't understand if she saw my eyes or not, I just couldn't know it.
I breathed a sigh of relief – I didn't even notice when I held my breath. I just stared at the back of the elf's back, who began to deliver dishes to the tables, completely losing interest in me.
Because of this short interaction with the elf, my thoughts returned to Syr. More specifically, why is she taking so long? Where's my noodle? I liked being here getting less and less. Why the fuck did I come here?
I should have sent her to hell. As always, they found at the most inappropriate time – that's, bitch, Syr, luck is on her side. She always finds me, wherever I am, as if she knew where I was from the very beginning. And can this really be called luck? You can think it once, you can think it a second – too, a third time - already doubtful, but still possible. But this was already the sixth time. Sixth, bitch! And I don't have any money.
Maybe I should abandon my plan to seduce Syr and send her away the next time? But of course, I can't do that, because she almost always walks around with that damn elf, whom I also want to get pregnant. So, the original I has some plans for her, and thanks to Syr, I know that Syr is probably the closest friend to this elf. But of course, I could be wrong, but I'm not wrong that she's my closest friend among her work colleagues.
So, I can't refuse her simply because I want to get closer to her, and Syr will be the bridge between our relationships. So, I'm holy when Syr is nearby. And of course, I couldn't deny that the elf was a rather interesting person – since she managed to defeat me with one blow when my feelings were on edge, as they are now. Not even for a second could I realize that I was being watched then.
Even now, I know she is watching me, but I can't feel her gaze, her presence. I have only two questions on my tongue: how strong is she? And can I fuck her? Two questions that interested me the most.
After all, no matter how much everyone denies it, Syr was less attractive than the green-haired elf. And I liked her coldness more than Syr's positive attitude. But of course, they were children when if you compare them in beauty with Aiz. Aiz is simply perfect, but if you don't count her little experience in communication.
But the best thing would be if they were all together.
"Heh heh."
I laughed, simply losing my hands, like some kind of pervert. Whoever heard me now would definitely think that I was thinking about something perverted. They would be damn right.
The more I thought about how they kiss me, how their strange lips kiss every part of my body, their naked bodies with sweat dripping down them… It would be just perfect. The more I thought about it, I began to unconsciously get excited.
Pah.
But my thoughts stopped abruptly when I saw a plate of freshly cooked noodles in front of me. In the same second, I looked up and saw Syr's smirking face.
Before I could open my mouth, she beat me to it:
"What's with your face? I'm sure you're thinking about some perversions with me. Right, you perverted raven?" She said cheerfully.
I could only stare at her, realizing that she was damn right now. So, I said just that:
"Yes, that's what I thought. About your body. About your hair. About your lovely voice, and how you scream my name."
With each word, her face became more and more red, and my smirk only grew.
"Y-y-y… I…"
Her face was very cute, especially when it was all red, like a tomato.
"P-p-perve-rted r-raven!" she shouted, quickly disappearing into the kitchen, all red.
"Ah ha."
My smirk grew even wider from this small victory. But it immediately disappeared when I met the elf's gaze. I immediately looked away and focused on my noodles.
"She's not going to kill me, is she?" I asked myself.
Maybe she actually loves Syr? And when I'm returning home at night, she will find me and stab me in the back so that I don't even have time to react?
"No, shit, it's definitely nonsense. That can't be true… Probably."
I could only hope that this hypothesis turned out to be complete nonsense. After all, if it suddenly turned out to be true, it would be very bad, very bad indeed. I could die at any second if this hypothesis turns out to be true.
And unconsciously, I began to think about eliminating the threat at any cost. And according to my calculations, my plan to kill the elf is equal to one percent chance of winning. It sounds actually quite a lot. After all, I was one hundred percent sure that her level was higher than mine – that was the only thing I believed in one hundred percent. She could even be sixth level.
Then my chances of killing her are zero – absolutely zero and that's it.
With such thoughts, I ate the noodles and left, of course, first saying goodbye to both Syr and that elf. After all, I shouldn't have rushed things, to melt their hearts and fuck them.
"My perfect plan"
I giggled.
"But of course, this will be after I seduce Aiz. Only after that"
I giggled even more than before, imagining this scene.