There was also a rather significant minus to these rumors. Namely, that I could get stabbed by anyone who could. After all, according to them, such a perverted animal could not even look at their angel.
Feeling hostile gazes on me from all sides, I could only marvel at how much she was loved. But if one looked at this situation as a whole, then I had to do only one thing — and that was to ignore it. Which I was successfully doing. After all, what could mongrel dogs do to me?
Throwing aside useless thoughts, which would give me nothing but wasted time, my thoughts returned to my revenge. Or rather, to what they would do next.
There was a chance that they would simply run away or hide for a very long time. Which was rather foolish of them: if this so-called business of theirs was everything, how they got money — I know that for sure, because of the surveillance — then in their free time, they just messed around. So sooner or later, they would return to their deeds.
I do not believe they would take the path of redemption. Such nobodies as them definitely would not take that road. But if they suddenly did take that little path of redemption, I would still kill them.
Because, apart from a few nuances, I liked playing the hunter. But, of course, I could not fully reveal the fullness of this role. But even so, the feeling was, as always, intoxicating. A simply magnificent feeling, in one word.
Now it was clear why everyone strove for power. Because it had only one plus. But power could also differ: power, for example, built on the authority of your familia, or power built on money. I did not need that — such power was too boring and uninteresting, and that power was easy to destroy.
I needed only one path of power — and that was the path built on strength, individual strength. Money could always run out, authority could fully evaporate. But strength would not go anywhere — it would always be near, always entertaining. With strength, I could have both money and authority. If they disappeared, it would not affect me in any way, because fear of my strength would make them bow to me. But, of course, I had to become the strongest in the world. The strongest in the whole history of the world.
But I was still far from that. So no need to dream; one must act.
Catching the gaze of the green-haired elf, a gaze full of cold and sharpness, which burned through my soul. Under her gaze, I felt discomfort and confusion — my hand reached to adjust my glasses. I did not understand whether she had seen my eyes or not; I could not know that.
I exhaled with relief — I had not even noticed when I had held my breath. I simply stared at the elf's back as she began serving dishes to the tables, fully losing interest in me.
Because of this short interaction with the elf, my thoughts returned to Syr. Or rather, why was she taking so long? Where were my noodles? I liked being here less and less.
«Why the hell did I come here?»
I should have sent her to hell. As always, she found me at the most inopportune moment — damn, Syr, luck was on her side, as always. She always found me, wherever I was, as if she had known from the very beginning where I was. And could that really be called luck? Once, one might think so; twice, too; three times, it was already doubtful, but still possible. But this was already the sixth time. The sixth, damn it! I don't have money anyway.
Maybe I should abandon my plan to seduce Syr and send her away next time? But, of course, I could not do that, because she almost always walked with that damn elf, whom I also wanted to screw. So I was watching her a little, and thanks to Syr, I knew that for this elf, Syr was probably her closest friend. But, of course, I might be wrong, but I was not wrong that she was the closest friend among her colleagues at work.
So I could not refuse her simply because I wanted to get closer to her, and Syr would be the bridge of our relations. So I was a saint when Syr was somewhere nearby. And, of course, I could not deny that the elf was a rather interesting individual — since she had managed to defeat me with one blow, when my senses were at their limit, just like now. Not even for a second could I understand that I was being watched back then.
Even now, I knew she was watching me, but I could not feel her gaze, her presence. Only two questions were on the tip of my tongue: how strong was she? And could I screw her? Two questions that interested me the most.
Because, however much I denied it, Syr was below the green-haired elf in beauty. And her coldness I liked more than Syr's positive attitude. But, of course, they were children, if compared in beauty to Ais. Ais was simply perfect, if not counting her little experience in communication.
But the best thing would be if they were all together.
— Hee-hee.
I laughed; I was sure my face now looked like some pervert's. Whoever heard it now would definitely think I was thinking about something perverted. And they would be damn right.
The more I thought about how they kissed me, how their soft lips kissed every part of my body, their naked bodies, down which sweat ran… It would be simply perfect. The more I thought about it, the more I unconsciously became aroused.
Thud.
But my thoughts stopped abruptly when I saw a plate of freshly cooked noodles in front of me. I immediately raised my gaze and saw Syr's smirking face.
Before I could open my mouth, she preempted me:
— What's with your face? I'm sure you're thinking about some perversions with me. Right, perverted crow?
She said cheerfully.
I could only stare at her, understanding that right now, she was damn right. So I said just that:
— Yes, that's what I was thinking. About your body. About your hair. About your beautiful voice, how you cry out my name.
With every word, her face turned redder and redder, and my smirk only grew.
— I-I-I… I…
Her face was very cute, and especially when she was all red, like a tomato.
— P-p-per-verted c-crow! — she shouted, quickly hiding in the kitchen, all red.
— Ah-ha.
My smirk only widened at this small victory. But it immediately vanished when I met the elf's gaze. I immediately looked away and focused on my noodles.
«She won't kill me, will she?»
I asked myself.
Maybe she actually loved Syr? And when I was walking home at night, she would find me and stab me in the back, so that I would not even have time to react?
«No, damn it, that's definitely nonsense. It can't be… Probably.»
I could only hope that this hypothesis would turn out to be complete nonsense. Because if it suddenly turned out to be true, it would be very bad, really very bad. At any second, I could die, without even understanding how.
And unconsciously, I began to think about eliminating the threat at any cost. And by my calculations, my plan to kill the elf equaled a one percent chance of victory. That actually sounded like a lot. Because I was one hundred percent sure that her level was above mine — that was the only thing I believed one hundred percent. She could even be level six.
Then my chances of killing her equaled zero — absolute zero, and that was that.
Under such thoughts, I ate my noodles and left, of course, first saying goodbye to both Syr and that elf. Because I must not rush, in order to melt their hearts and screw them.
«My perfect plan, wait for me!» – I giggled. – «But, of course, that would be after I seduced Ais. Only after that.»
I giggled even harder, imagining that scene.