The Demon's Menu-Chapter 842: Madman’s Babble (3)

The speed wasn’t fast, three seconds for a turn—many could achieve this.

But Hera 10’s thrusts were full of strength.

Every time, it was like a howling gale.

And that had become her signature.

When the sound of the howling wind stopped, the long-waiting Butler stepped in.

He handed over a towel and warm water.

"How is it?”

Wiping off sweat and drinking water, Hera 10 asked.

"No response.”

"None of the ‘Hundred Major Families’ members have made a move.”

"Even the original governors of Zone F, the ‘Send Family,’ ‘Gibson Family,’ and ‘Amiel Family,’ these three have taken no action, they must be waiting for another family to make the first move.”

The Butler reported truthfully.

"A bunch of cowards!”

"They are scared of Losa 11.”

"A Losa 11 that challenges the ‘Hundred Major Families’ can’t possibly be without backing, even if there’s no ‘Losa Family.’ But who can ensure there is no one else? Remember the previous events? ‘They’ showed up in those. It’s too risky to act now, better to wait and see—probably what these guys are thinking, right?”

Hera 10 assessed dismissively.

Then, in the eyes of the ‘Hera Family’s’ tenth in line to succeed, determination and ambition appeared.

"But I am different!”

"Since the family has entrusted this mission to me!”

"Then I will surely succeed!”

The old Butler clearly guessed Hera 10’s intentions early on.

But still, the necessary dissuasion was there.

"But Miss Hera 10, this is what the other families would like to see.”

"We become the scapegoat.”

"In the end, the gain may be for another family.”

Facing the old Butler’s words, Hera 10 nodded in agreement.

"So, we have to use a method more suitable for us!”

"Conveniently, I have a good plan!”

Hera 10 declared confidently.

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Pers, sitting in the back seat of the car, couldn’t help but sneeze.

But he had no intention of wiping his nose.

This ‘Contact’ was staring dumbfounded at the live broadcast in his hands.

"Losa 11, this, this… it’s too crazy, isn’t it?”

Pers stammered.

"How else could you be called a ‘Losa Family’ member if not crazy?”

Billder, driving the car, said so.

"Indeed.”

Roslor, sitting in the passenger seat, nodded.

Pers found the two men’s reaction a bit strange, but didn’t think much of it, only asking subconsciously, “Roslor, where is your home? Why haven’t we arrived after such a long time?”

As soon as he spoke, Pers saw Billder giving him a strange look through the rearview mirror.

"You really want to drag Roslor’s family into this?”

"The three of us are enough!”

Billder asserted.

What does that mean?

What’s this ‘the three of us are enough’?

Pers was taken aback.

Roslor, seated in the passenger seat, spoke up again.

"Billder and I want to repay Lord Losa 11’s kindness by willingly becoming bait to lure out Lord Losa 11’s enemies. We obviously know that Lord Losa 11 would not agree, so we had to make an excuse.”

"But unexpectedly, Pers, you’re also willing to take such a big risk to become bait.”

Were we not fleeing?

Why become bait?

Pers looked confused and bewildered.

"To repay a favor, one naturally must be ready to lay down their life, Pers, you think the same, don’t you?”

Roslor continued.

I think your damn egg!

I just want to go somewhere safe to stroke a cat!

Damn it!

Stop the car!

I want to go home!

Pers roared inwardly, then facing Billder’s scrutinizing gaze and Roslor’s gazes of expectation—especially when the former’s gaze turned dangerous and the latter began to show doubt and disappointment—he slightly nodded his head and adopted a voice as if it were only natural to say—

"Of course!”