Blame v2c21

“Director, Sunhu is available in Alcity too.”

Seeing the situation was unusual, worried that Evil might really accept the gift, James quickly added.

“I’ll request delivery immediately.”

In fact, as Evil’s secretary, James had received various gifts. The Endem family and the Aura Center also received bribes disguised as gifts as organizations Evil belonged to, but Evil himself had never received gifts from anywhere until now.

Whether as an Aura User, as the Advisory Director of the Center, or as the heir to the Endem family, he’d never received anything, and the custom of ‘not directly receiving gifts’ was first created because of his misanthropy. That’s why if he received a gift from somewhere, the whole world might perceive that place as very special. James couldn’t tolerate this.

“The Sunhu delivered to our presidential residence is the finest premium grade. Even the Alcity Aura Center won’t be able to obtain such directly shipped premium goods.”

“We can obtain it sufficiently. Even this very evening.”

“Three hundred ten-ton trucks worth.”

“……”

“It’s impossible without direct shipment from the place of origin.”

Were you going to give that much? I thought it would be three or four boxes at most!

James was speechless. The president, who had been planning to give only three or four boxes, brazenly put on airs.

“Evil User, just say the word. I’ll prepare it right away.”

“Then I’ll accept. Load it on the plane. Make fruit juice to drink on the way.”

“Yes.”

In the end, Evil accepted the gift. Unlike his vehement opposition, James’s answer was quick. Despite his true feelings, his answers were always quick, which was why he’d maintained his position as Chief Secretary until now.

James glanced at the attendant in the back. One attendant stood up with the presidential residence attendant to load the Sunhu. With this, Armal became the first place to draw out Evil Endem’s inherent supernatural ability, and now also the first place to give him a gift.

The Armal side attendant who came out to the corridor had a smile bloom on his face.

“The atmosphere is better than I thought. I was on edge worried Evil User-nim might suddenly explode, but nothing happened.”

“Don’t let your guard down. Our Director is quite a scary person. He smiles like that and then suddenly sends people flying into walls.”

“Is that so? I thought the rumors about Evil User-nim were quite exaggerated. He doesn’t seem as much of a psychopath demon as the rumors say, just an appropriately bad person with a ruined personality. Cheche is prettier than on screen too… But seeing him keep saying he’s cute, Evil-nim must really dislike Cheche. He must be planning to bleed him dry.”

“Wait, what are you saying?”

Evil’s side attendant suddenly became serious.

“The rumors are understated. Our Director is much more demon-like than the rumors. He’s the source of all evil.”

“He smiles quite often… aside from the slightly arrogant way of speaking, he just seems like an ordinarily bad person.”

“No! Absolutely not. I’m saying he’s the world’s number one demon. To call the most evil person with a ruined personality in Earth’s history ordinary level—take back those words.”

“What?”

“He has changed a bit, but our Director is still undisputedly the world’s number one personality trash, person with a ruined personality, great demon from hell. I absolutely cannot concede on this!”

“Ah… yes… I’ll take it back, so please calm down….”

The Armal attendant bowed his head, dripping with sweat. Still, Evil’s side attendant, whose resentment wasn’t relieved, puffed out breaths. It was so unjust.

Our Evil-nim is so demon-like, but for his reputation(?) to be tarnished like this. Different from the rumors. An ordinarily bad person. How could they say such harsh things about a demon who’s still going strong!

Of course, both their conversation reached Evil’s ears.

Strangely he didn’t get angry, only light laughter came out. He had definitely changed a little. Seeing that he kept laughing even knowing that the Armal people were noisily talking to him and annoying work was waiting in Alcity.

“When we get the Sunhu, I’ll keep it at home so you can drink it when you’re thirsty. I’ll make it so you can drink it 24 hours a day.”

“Thank you, Director. But if I drink it like that, I’ll get diabetes.”

Evil’s smile deepened at the unexpected answer.

“You won’t get diabetes from that. Let’s get a health checkup. I forgot about it. I said we would.”

“……”

“But how does someone ignorant like you… know about diabetes?”

“……”

“No, fuck, ah.”

Cheche heard the word that had already come out before he could stop it. Evil stammered in confusion, and the people in the banquet hall watched the two with keen interest even amid their tension.

“You dislike that I’m ignorant.”

“……”

“……”

“What. Why do you stop mid-sentence?”

“It’s nothing.”

“I told you to speak.”

“It’s nothing.”

It was one of the situations Evil hated. Not properly continuing words and cutting them off. Last year, a reporter who got the opportunity to ask Evil a question had hesitated while trying to ask. He became someone suffering lifelong aftereffects from a cerebral hemorrhage caused by the microphone Evil threw.

“Ah shit, really… normally you’re fucking chattering even when told to shut up, why are you suddenly like this?”

“……”

“People can make slip of the tongue sometimes in life. Are you sulking over that?”

“……”

“Hey, just drink the Sunhu juice first.”

However, right now Evil wasn’t flipping the table but rather felt troubled and urged him to consume sugar. It was an intention that since he liked sweet things, maybe his mood would improve if he ate.

Cheche stood up after taking one sip. Because the room was quiet, the sound of pulling out the chair was loud. Evil reacted urgently.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ll go to the restroom.”

Cheche walked off without even knowing where the restroom was. Evil glanced at a bodyguard, and one bodyguard followed the refugee.

Displeased that it was only one person, Evil frowned and used his aura to forcibly push the backs of two more bodyguards. The bodyguards who moved at the invisible force went bewilderedly toward guarding the refugee.

As soon as Cheche disappeared, Evil wiped away his smile, and the onlookers also collected their expressions. The movie trailer they’d been watching with keen interest was now over.

Armal’s vice president opened his mouth, creasing his wrinkled eyes.

“Cheche-ssi is quite fluent in Alcity language. To be this good in just one year, he must be very bright….”

“Shut up. I also know that kid isn’t ignorant. He’s the smartest kid here except for me.”

With Cheche gone from his side, Evil behaved truly Evil-like. He sat crookedly, crossed his legs, and put his elbow on the table.

The atmosphere of Evil glaring in the direction Cheche had left was unusual. His cheeks twitched with dissatisfaction.

“Hey, when we go back, get a Tar language dictionary. Get new teaching materials too. The ones we have now are full of errors and sloppy.”

“Yes.”

Giving an immediate answer to the out-of-the-blue instruction, James thought to himself.

Because there were no Tartarian language textbooks on the market, there was chaos the day Evil ordered them to obtain one. The current textbook had been urgently printed after translating a Tartarian textbook from Vilain Jerado into Alcity language and giving it to Evil… Should they now even create a new publishing house to produce them?

“It’s fucking frustrating not knowing what he’s saying.”

“Does Cheche-ssi frequently use Tartarian in front of you, Director?”

“He speaks Alcity language in front of me, but when he makes calls, he uses Tartarian. He just went to make a call.”

“A call…”

“Didn’t you just feel that short vibration, you idiot? Someone sent him a message and he went out to check it. Since he’s clumsy with texts, he made a call instead. He knows that three Alcity people together wouldn’t understand Tartarian, so he’s chattering away to his heart’s content. How annoying. Should I just kill the international calling plan?”

James, whose family was abroad, flinched.

Evil glared at where Cheche had gone with a gaze hot enough to burn everything down, grinding his teeth. An aura of rage seeped out. It seemed like he might actually cause trouble at this rate. The people around him slid their chairs aside, distancing themselves from Evil.

The Armal President, after pondering, asked a question on everyone’s behalf.

“It seems Director and Cheche-ssi… have mutual affection… for each other.”

“Wha-what-what?”

“…?”

“What what what kind of bullshit is that? Affection!”

Evil suddenly became extremely agitated and started raging.

“How could I have affection! Don’t say such things so easily.”