“Dammit!
Those two little brats practically picked my stash of Angel meat clean!
I’ve been saving that for tens of thousands of years!” The private collection he had painstakingly hidden away for millennia had been mostly devoured by Odette and Clara in a single day.
Between what they ate there and what they packed to go, there was hardly anything left.
Spade raised a hand to rub his temples, the face beneath the clown mask twitching.
Frustrated as he was, the deed was done, and he could only let it go.
After all, he had given it to them with his own hands; he couldn’t exactly run after them and demand it back.
“Whatever…
I’ll just consider it…
maintaining customer relations.” Spade comforted himself with a sigh and turned to walk back into his toy factory.
However, his steps seemed remarkably heavy.
*** **Heaven’s Perspective** Meanwhile, high above in Heaven.
In the magnificent, ivory-white divine palace, Adam was lounging lazily on his throne.
He toyed with a gleaming piece of Angelic Steel, his expression one of utter indifference.
His right hand, Lute, was holding a long inventory list, meticulously verifying the number of Exorcists who had participated in the Great Cleanse.
Once, twice, three times…
Lute’s brow furrowed slightly before slowly relaxing.
The head count was correct; the roster matched perfectly.
There were no large-scale casualties, no collective disappearances—everything was within normal parameters.
Lute handed the organized list to Adam, her tone respectful.
“Lord Adam, the cleansing mission is complete.
All Exorcists have returned to their stations.
The roster has been verified.” Adam took the list casually, not even looking up as he scanned it.
But as his eyes skimmed over the final numbers, he paused for a moment.
His fingertip tapped a small notation at the bottom.
“Huh?
Why are there two missing again?” The list showed that two Exorcists were registered as missing—no bodies, no signals, and no trace of their return.
Lute was about to offer an explanation, but Adam simply waved his hand, tossing the list aside with an air of annoyance.
“Crap, another two gone…
Whatever, forget it.” Adam let out a long yawn, his tone incredibly dismissive.
“It’s not like this is the first time.
Hell is a total shithole.
They probably got swept away by some natural disaster or got killed by friendly fire.
It’s normal.” “Besides, there aren’t even any bodies.
Even if those guys wanted to say something, they can’t find proof.
As long as it doesn’t affect the mission, losing two doesn’t matter.
Who cares?” In Adam’s eyes, Exorcists were consumables.
Losing two wasn’t worth wasting a single ounce of energy to investigate.
Lute nodded and said no more.
The two Exorcists who had died silently in Hell, with not even a scrap of them remaining, were thus completely forgotten in a corner of Heaven.
No one knew they had been turned into delicious snacks on Spade’s plate, with the leftovers carried back to Carmilla’s territory by Odette and Clara.
*** **Carmilla’s Territory · Grand Hall** Inside Carmilla’s arms-dealing palace, the atmosphere was quiet yet bizarre.
Carmilla Carmine sat in the high seat, dressed in elegant and majestic attire, her aura steady and powerful.
She watched her two daughters wolfing down unknown meat from a bag, her face a mask of complex emotions.
She had been worried from the start.
The Great Cleanse had broken out suddenly, yet she had sent Odette and Clara to Spade’s toy factory to pick up a shipment.
During that time, she had been unable to sit still, fearing her daughters would meet with an accident.
After all, Heaven’s Angelic Steel weapons were extremely effective against demons.
Even as a top-tier Sinner Overlord, she couldn’t guarantee her daughters’ absolute safety.
But the result?
They had returned completely unscathed, without even a hair out of place.
However, what they brought back was a mysterious meat that had made both daughters completely addicted, driving them to a state of madness that abandoned all decorum.
As this was the Grand Hall, a public setting, the sisters maintained proper etiquette when they spoke.
Clara spoke first, her excitement hard to hide.
“Mother, we’re back!
Mr.
Spade gave us some incredibly delicious meat!
He said it was rare beast meat he got from outside!” Odette followed quietly, clutching the remaining meat tightly in her arms as she nodded.
“Mother, it really is delicious.
You should try some.” Looking at them, Carmilla’s first reaction was disbelief.
She had been dealing with Spade for a long time and was close friends with the ancient Overlord Zestial; she knew Spade’s character all too well.
That man spent his days either in his office counting money, buried in manufacturing war toys, or wandering out to tease her daughters or have tea and a chat with Zestial.
When would he ever have the time to go out and hunt “rare beasts”?
Much less obtain top-tier ingredients that were rare even in Hell.
Carmilla felt something was off, but she had no evidence.
Moreover, seeing her daughters so happy, she didn’t have the heart to dampen their spirits.
What truly shocked her was Odette’s reaction.
Odette was always refined, restrained, and rational.
She ate slowly and never showed any lack of composure.
But now, she was devouring the meat as if she hadn’t eaten in days, her eyes obsessed, completely ignoring her image.
This wasn’t her usual self.
If even the most composed Odette had become like this, just how terrifying was this meat?
Carmilla finally couldn’t suppress her curiosity.
Using her maternal authority, she spoke softly, “Let me have a piece.
I’d like to know what could fascinate you two so much.” As soon as the words left her mouth, the two sisters stopped eating instantly.
Odette and Clara almost simultaneously pulled the meat closer to their chests, looking at Carmilla with wary, protective eyes.
It was a clear sign of food guarding.
“No!
Mother, there’s very little left!” Clara shook her head immediately, her tone firm.
“Mr.
Spade only gave us this much.
We haven’t had enough yet,” Odette added in a small voice, showing a rare moment of stubbornness.
Seeing her daughters like this, Carmilla was both annoyed and amused.
She let out a helpless sigh and darkened her expression slightly, asserting more authority.
“Odette, Clara.
Behave.
Just one piece.
Mother only wants a taste.” Faced with their mother’s authority, the sisters finally didn’t dare to resist.
They reluctantly broke off a tiny piece of meat each and handed them to Carmilla.
Their eyes looked as though they were ready to cry from the heartbreak of sharing.
Carmilla took the pieces and observed them carefully first.
The meat was vibrant and bright in color with a fine texture.
A light press with her finger revealed excellent elasticity.
It emitted a faint, mouth-watering aroma that was completely different from any demon meat in Hell.
Frowning slightly, she slowly put a piece into her mouth and took a gentle bite.
The next second— Carmilla’s pupils suddenly constricted!
An incredibly rich juice exploded on her tongue—savory, mellow, and flavorful without being greasy.
Every inch of her taste buds was completely conquered.
More miraculously, after swallowing, a gentle yet pure warmth flowed through her entire body.
It felt as though it was nourishing her demonic form; even her soul felt a sense of comfort and relaxation.
This taste…
This power…
Carmilla stood rooted to the spot, completely stunned.
She had lived for countless ages and, as a top Sinner Overlord of Hell, had tasted innumerable delicacies.
Yet, she had never tasted meat of such breathtaking quality.
In that moment, she finally understood why even the normally restrained Odette had lost her composure.
She also understood why her daughters would go so far as to guard their food.
Carmilla slowly closed her eyes, savoring the lingering aroma as a tidal wave of shock crashed through her mind.
This was absolutely not ordinary beast meat.
Nor was it any known creature in Hell.
That fellow Spade…
What kind of secret was he hiding?
She looked at her two daughters, who were still eating small bites with faces full of satisfaction, and then thought of Spade’s clown mask that never revealed any emotion.
Her doubts began to spread like wild vines.
Meanwhile, back at the toy factory, Spade was heartbrokenly counting his meager remaining stock of Angel meat, completely unaware that his biggest secret was being quietly scrutinized by Carmilla.