"Thank you!"
The receptionist boy broke out from his stupor and immediately thanked Deus.
Deus was even more confused about why the receptionist thanked him after he slapped the receptionist. Judging from the expression on the receptionist's face, there was delight and euphoria on his face so the receptionist didn't thank Deus for slapping him for fear of offending Deus.
'Is he perhaps one of those creatures? The so-called masochist?'
Metaphorical question marks covered Deus' face as he was unable to comprehend what kind of creature the receptionist boy was.
As Deus had expected, Real Delusion wasn't a normal criminal organization. The members of Real Delusion were beyond the norms of a normal person.
Even the receptionist wasn't a normal person!
When the receptionist noticed Deus' gaze that was staring at him as if he was a walking piece of trash, the receptionist felt that Deus had misunderstood him.
"You misunderstood me! I am not a masochist!"
