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Returning to the house after a period of absence, Badr couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia.
Come to think of it, hadn't it only been a short while since he'd crossed over?
Barely half a year, all told.
Why did it feel like so much longer?
Well, a lot had happened…
Snapping out of his reverie, Badr gave a small smile and started cleaning.
Using holy magic for chores was a piece of cake, and he quickly tidied the entire villa, inside and out.
In the process, he unearthed a collection of lingerie, tights, and bras, remnants of Rias and her peerage's previous stay.
He set them all ablaze without a second thought. He felt no remorse.
If he wanted, he was sure Rias and the others would be more than happy to indulge his… preferences.
After cleaning, Badr moved on to other preparations.
He set out pairs of slippers, two toothbrushes (one with the toothpaste squeezed halfway down, as if used), and hung clothes on the rack, creating the illusion of daily life. He even put some laundry out on the balcony to dry.
However, Yor's clothes needed to come from Yor herself, so he hung up his own for the time being.
In the bedroom, he further enhanced the ambiance of a shared living space, even going so far as to place a framed photo of himself and Yor smiling at the camera.
He busied himself until late afternoon, finally pausing to survey his work.
Excellent. His side of the preparations was complete. Now all that remained was to wait for Yor.
Checking the time, he realized she should be arriving soon.
Should he call her?
No, better not. She had her own mission, and he didn't want to bother her, potentially disrupting her work.
Meanwhile, Yor anxiously awaited her handler's briefing.
"What's going on…? He said he'd send the intel by now. Oh no, why today of all days is the Shopkeeper late…?"
While he had been tardy on occasion, Yor usually had no pressing engagements, allowing her to wait patiently. But today was different!
In just an hour and a half, Yuri would be arriving at Badr-san's house…
And she hadn't made any preparations at all!
Just as her anxiety reached its peak, the phone rang. She darted to it and answered instantly.
"Shopkeeper?"
"Ah, my apologies, Yor. I was delayed meeting with a rather important client."
"It's no problem, Shopkeeper. Please relay the mission details."
"Very well."
After receiving the briefing, Yor flipped out the window and leaped down.
Incidentally, her apartment was on the eleventh floor…
Of course, she wasn't attempting suicide. She knew the outside of her building like the back of her hand, able to navigate its ledges and fire escapes even with her eyes closed, without being seen.
Faster, faster!!
If she didn't hurry, she wouldn't make it in time!
Panic fueled her movements as she sprinted across the rooftops of the residential buildings, her form a blur, leaving only a fleeting shadow in her wake.
She reached her destination in a mere ten minutes, kicking open the door of her target's hideout!
Bang!
Inside, dozens of bodyguards in black suits stared at her in stunned silence.
"Um… I sincerely apologize, but I'm in a bit of a hurry. Could you please surrender your lives to me quickly…?"
Yor inquired politely.
The men exchanged bewildered glances. Then, the individuals engaged in an intelligence exchange at the back of the room reacted.
"Kill her!"
"Get her!"
They drew their blades and charged.
They refrained from using firearms for fear of friendly fire in the confined space. But even with guns, they wouldn't have stood a chance against Yor.
At this point, Yor had no time for such considerations.
Only one thought consumed her mind…
She was going to be late!
She plunged into the crowd. Blades snapped and burly men were flung through the air like ragdolls, landing ten meters away, incapacitated.
Driven by the urgency of the situation, she unleashed her full combat prowess.
…
Back at the villa, Badr sat on the sofa, his expression impassive.
Yor was late…
He glanced at the time. Yuri Briar would be arriving any minute.
But Yor was nowhere in sight, and her preparations were incomplete.
Had she run into trouble? Should he go look for her?
But he had no idea where she was.
He picked up his phone and dialed her number, but it went straight to voicemail. She wasn't home.
She didn't even have a cell phone…
Badr stroked his chin, troubled.
As the appointed time with his soon-to-be brother-in-law drew closer, he sighed inwardly.
It couldn't be helped. He'd have to resort to altering Yuri's memories, a risky reset.
Although it was a dangerous gamble, he had no other choice at this point. He would simply have to play it by ear.
He stood up to leave, but just as he opened the door, he saw Yor, covered in blood, leap down from the roof, a suitcase in hand!
"I'm late, Badr-san! I'm so sorry!!"
"Uh…"
Staring at the blood-soaked Yor, Badr glanced up at his roof. She had just jumped down from the third floor…
For a devil like him, it was nothing, but Yor was only human.
Her physical abilities were extraordinary…
"It's alright, you made it. There's still time."
Badr breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ushered Yor inside.
"I've already seen Yuri! He'll be here in two minutes at most!" Yor said anxiously.
"Alright, leave this to me. You… you go take a shower."
Looking at Yor covered in blood, Badr steered her towards the bathroom. "Give me your clothes. I'll wash them for you."
Inside the bathroom, Yor quickly undressed, her blood-stained clothes discarded on the floor. She opened the door a crack, her face flushed as she handed the garments to Badr.
He snatched the clothes and tossed them into the washing machine. Even in the rush, he remembered that delicate items shouldn't be machine-washed, so he grabbed her still-warm undergarments and placed them on the bed in the bedroom.
Yor hurriedly rinsed the blood off in the shower while Badr swiftly opened her suitcase and hung up her clothes.
Just as he finished, the doorbell rang…
Badr let out a breath, tucked the suitcase under the bed in the bedroom, and went to answer the door…
…
Standing outside was a spirited young man with a remarkably upright posture.
He held an enormous bouquet of roses.
The young man paused, looking past Badr into the house before politely inquiring, "Excuse me, is this Yor Briar's residence? I'm her younger brother."
"Yes, it is. I'm Yor's boyfriend. You must be Yuri. Please, come in."
Badr smiled, observing the young man who shared a slight resemblance to Yor. This was indeed her brother, but why was he bringing his sister roses?
When he saw the roses, Badr had briefly wondered if he'd made a mistake…
"Eh? You're my sister's boyfriend?"
Yuri froze, scrutinizing Badr from head to toe, his expression a mixture of surprise and suspicion.
"You're so young!"
Badr's heart skipped a beat.
The memory alteration had failed!
Rias had warned him that organizations like the State Security Service had prior contact with devils and angels.
Their core members typically underwent special training and consumed specific demonic power potions to resist memory manipulation.
It seemed Yuri Briar had received such training.
Badr's mind raced, but his outward demeanor remained calm and composed.
"Everyone who doesn't know me says that. Despite my appearance, I'm actually twenty-five. Deceptive, isn't it?"
He smiled warmly, stepping aside to let Yuri in, his expression and demeanor flawless.
Since memory alteration wouldn't work, he would resort to lies. In this situation, lies were more effective than altered memories.
Yuri remained skeptical but entered the house.
He carefully observed Badr, noting his composure. For some reason, he felt that despite Badr's back being turned, he was completely unreadable, without a single discernible weakness!
This man was definitely not ordinary!
As an elite secret agent, Yuri's instincts told him that Badr was a highly capable individual.
"Your sister is taking a shower. Please, have a seat."
Badr poured Yuri a glass of water and offered it to him.
Yuri's reaction was immediate and explosive. "My sister is taking a shower at your place!? Isn't that a bit… premature!?"
"…Is there a problem with that? We've been living together for quite some time." Badr countered with a puzzled look.
Yuri: "…"
Damn it, he couldn't argue with that…
Bastard, if I find out you're deceiving my sister, I won't let you get away with it!!
Yuri seethed inwardly.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Yor was in a state of panic.
In her haste, she had rushed in without grabbing any clean clothes. Now, though she had washed off the blood, her soiled clothes were in the washing machine!
Ah, what should she do?
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