223 Ism Not Fleeing (2/2)

Sherlock ignored Bru and touched Eggface's head as a form of encouragement and recognition.

Sherlock took his windbreaker and walked outside.

”Lord Sherlock, where are you going? Are you fleeing?” Bru asked.

Sherlock adjusted his clothes and said, ”Fleeing? No, no, no, I'm attending to some matters. I'll be back.”

There was a very rich Fallen Angel in Winterfell.

The day she appeared, she purchased a manor outside Winterfell. In the same afternoon, numerous carriages arrived continuously at her manor.

From common carpet, kitchenware, and branded female dresses and accessories to various Magical Items—she bought all the things that the rich wanted. There were even twelve Giants standing outside the manor, acting as bodyguards.

There were also Succubi servants, a Slime butler, exquisite carriages, and strong Hades Warhorses.

Things that a creature with power, money, and influence would have were being bought within a day.

The commoners in Winterfell would probably discuss her after their meals occasionally, but to the rich and nobles from the Merchant Alliance or the other Dungeon Lords, this mysterious Fallen Angel was a huge question mark.

A titillating question mark.

…

”I'll use my gifts to ensnare the heart of that Fallen Angel.” In an Underworld tunnel, a Devil whose spines were filled with spikes spoke in his hoarse voice to the group of Devils and noble Vampires at the side.

Each of them rode on their Warhorses, Beetlemons, or Darting Birds.

The speaking Devil took out a piece of paper that was filled with words.

”I have prepared a love poem. Cough, cough. Ah, unknown Fallen Angel, I'm willing to be the bubblegum on the leather shoe and the thorn in the flesh…”

”Trash.”

The romantic Devil didn't finish his poem before a tall Devil looked over proudly and said, ”Will the Fallen Angel like such a common and trashy love poem? Don't crack me up. I'm well prepared. I know what a Fallen Angel likes!”

The tall Devil took out a potion with the words—”Super Strong Adhesive (Curse Resistant Formula)”.

”Gosh! You're using such an item? That's stepping over the line!”

”It's infuriating. Why didn't I think of that?”

”Can I go back home and get it?”

”Fools, you'll hurt the ego of the Fallen Angel. It'll be strange if she falls for you.”

The group of creatures bickered as they arrived outside the manor.

A Succubus was cleaning the courtyard. When she saw the group of Devils, she threw away the broom and ran into the manor.