Two days later.

Hermes Archnemesis, the villain of the story, was currently relaxing his body and mind alone in the garden, with a glass of grape juice in his hand. ​​

His appearance was normal, an average level in their time. But with his money, he could hit a few gold diggers if he wanted to.

Amidst the chaos and crisis he partook in, he decided to take a day off. To refresh his mind from total stress and depress he had to do it for his health.

On his right side, his submachine gun leaned on his chair. For his safety, his weapon was ready for action if suddenly a surprising assault happened.

His charismatic and dominant aura looked so cool, thanks to his tailored suit.

The only reason he was wearing that was Justin's forcibly suggested him to wear it. He wanted to wear Don's suit that was very hooked during the 1930s of the American period however, his fashion sense had been leveled as a commoner's ideal.

These past few days of putting himself in isolation made his life so relax. He made sure to check the characters who got involved in the incident. Right now, he was patiently waited for his servant, Justin, to arrive at the right moment.

And he was, the man who wore a butler suit, and his black hair looked fancy as he approached his master. On his hands, he carried two sealed documents. He handed over to his master all of these at once when he got close.

"This is all of the information about the incidents two days ago, right?" he asked. He tilted his head, his left arm gently put on the table and he used it to rest his cheeks on it. His servant nodded and he answered with manner, "My Don, you're right. The first one contains what happened to the Priestess, the villagers, and the madman, Chief Zamor. The next document involves the bandit's lair, its territories, and aside from that, the Visigoth cult that was hiding in the shadow to control the underground world too. I also gathered enough information about their connection yesterday so it took me some time to show this personally."

"Visigoth cult, huh." Hermes leaned his cheeks on his closed hand while his eyes locked at the papers on his other hand. "This is a malicious organization that is residing here. We don't have any idea who are they yet. But all I can read here is that you know the person named Seraph. He is an associate and a member of the previous Councilor of the late-Ratican Empire. Is this true?" His servant hung his head and he nodded, "Yes, master. That information is expressing the truth about my connection to that evil organization. But I can guarantee that they won't lay a single hand on you. Since you have me." He raised his head with a confident face.

The young Don sighed and he folded to the next paper, "So, the organization's number is still unknown. The size of the number is unknown. Place of their secret hideout is unknown, with the exemption that they might be hiding somewhere here in Scily island. Only intel we have right now are these, huh? How pathetic."

"Should I conduct a massive search around our territory? I can use my clairvoyance skill to check them however, it is only limited at the approximately two-kilometer radius. Forgive me, that's all I can suggest for now." he said, glooming.

Hermes waved his hand with the annoying tone, "Naah, forget about them. Oh, by the way, what happened to that person you've fought two days ago? That Seraph person I meant." With his intrigue question, Justin heaved a sigh before he answered, "He escaped. After our last clash, he ran away. No need to worry since I made sure to broke some parts of his limbs before he could do that."

Hermes gulped upon hearing it. He muttered that this person was indeed a monster.

"Aah, yeah. I got it. Next report," he put down the paper on his hand and stuck it on its specified enveloped and he picked up the next report which contained the information about the village's situation after that night.

"So, with the death of those bastards, we gained the right to become the new owner of their headquarters, huh. Not only that, but we also make a good investment to our cause with that man - Chief Zamor. Well, reading this document, I'm glad that the priestess and Mambo are back to the church again. However, I don't quite understand her. Why'd this girl want to stay after that incident?"

"Sir, remember that time, she embraced you. Maybe, she stays here just for you." Justin answered, smiling.

"What? Are you her supporter now? Hey, moron. Don't you know that she embraced me and almost stuck her lips at my mouth?" Hermes abruptly complained.

His servant leaned back and tilted his head, "Eh? That's normal, I think. At least, she has a good sight for choosing you to become her lover."

Hermes slammed his armrest, "Oi, how dare you say that? I don't know why she becomes like that but that's not a normal way to appreciate your savior? Even I saved her, I don't intend to have a relationship like that girl." Hermes leaned back and covered his head after he said it. He added, "Man, I'm tired of dealing with women."

"But, sir. You're the heir of this organization. The sole leader of the Archnemesis Household. To tell my honest opinion, the Priestess might even pass the requirements to become your wife or a mistress if you have someone in your mind. Since you're only fifteen years of age, we might need to find suitable candidates to betrothed with you. Wait, that's a lack of sympathy. We can betroth you to powerful families who have the same merits as your mother, my Don."

"Rejected!"

"Eeeh!?"

"Stop that nonsense already. All of the women in this world are scary and stronger than me. So, stop that already."

"Eeh... I want to cuddle and see the growth of your children, my Don. We need an heir!"

"Stop! I told you to stop giving me a headache. Change topic!" Hermes slammed again his armrest.

Justin coughed, "Forgive me. Alright, let's take aside the wife candidates." And he sighed.

He narrowed his eyebrows and he answered with only one eye closed, "Good. Now, prepare me some of this," he pointed the cookies which he thought made by his servant.

"My Don," he paused for the meantime and he giggled. "Oh, so that's how it is."

'Oh, so that's how it is' The young Don faintly caught something intrigue so he asked him why he was muttering something anew.

"Forgive me, master. The thing is, that cookies were made by the Priestess. The person we had saved two days ago."

"Ooh, that's really interesting. Wait, what? Why did you even bring this stuff to me?" He asked, angrily.

The young Don's face turned mad that made his servant knelt down. His servant asked for forgiveness. He thought he would be delighted when a girl suddenly asked his assistance to bring it on to him.

"Nevermind. Forget about it. I will eat this all. Didn't I warn you not to take anything from that woman? After all, she is a frightening existence." he asked, gravely.

Justin tilted his head and said, "But, she's a good candidate to you, my Don. She's clumsy, delighted, naive but easy to get, and she's cunning individual. Your mother is a cunning woman too."

"What the fuck are you saying? She's an abnormal existence. Don't you remember what she did to me?" he said, reluctantly.

Justin's face turned wearily and he replied, "But, that's a normal thing to do. She's a woman with such good taste."

Hermes facepalm and he stood up from his chair and grabbed his gun, "For fuck sake, I lost my appetite. We're returning back to the same topic. Throw those cookies out of my sight. I'm going to the training ground. I need to practice and increase my accuracy skills."

"Yes, master." He bowed his head and he quickly cleaned up the mess.

Suddenly, Hermes's surroundings had changed. He was sure that he was walking straight to his room but all he could see was empty space. However, he didn't feel scared at all since he had grasped that this must be the work of a familiar being he didn't want to meet for sure.

Before he could step away, a soft skin covered his eyes. His body stiffened after his back touched two soft mountains.

"Guess, who's this?~," asked the lady on her Greek clothes.

Hermes sighed and replied, "The white lady."

"How rude. Guess more, Mister.~" she asked once again.

Hermes raised his hands, "I give up. Hey, may I ask for you to remove your soft hands off from my eyes?" With his request, she followed it. "Okay~"

Hermes turned around to face the young lady.

"Like usual, the beautiful lady in her seductive dress," he narrowed his eyes after seeing her like that.

"Oh, fu, fu~" she tilted her head while her eyes concentrated at the timid face of the young Don, "What's this? You're blushing because of my appearance? Oh, my. Are you fallin' in love with me now?" With her teased question, the young Don sighed and his face turned at her with a grave expression. He answered, "Nope, it's not like that. I hate to admit this but you're beautiful and cute. However, even you try your best to tease me, there's nothing love coming in through my heart. In short, I don't have feelings for you. So, back off." He slightly pushed her through her shoulders slightly.

After receiving his harsh comment, she puffed her cheeks. She crossed her arms across her chest and she asked, "Hmph, whatever I do, you're always like that."

"Seriously, have we met before?" he asked, seriously.

With his perplexed expression, the lady quickly waved her hand in denial.

"Nope, we haven't met before."

Hermes became suspicious but it seemed it was pointless to ask her more. So, he gave in.

"Alright, what's the purpose of my sudden summons in this dimension?" he asked. He folded his arm across his chest, waiting for her explanation.

She leaned back and tilted her head in confusion.

She replied, "I just want to see you. That's all."

Hermes raised his eyebrows after he heard her response.

"That's all?"

"Yep, that's all."

Hermes covered his face with his palm and he said, "Alright, then. Thanks for your time. I got to go."

She grabbed his sleeves to stop him, "Wait, don't go. Even you tried to escape, you can't since I'm the owner of this place."

Hermes sighed, and he asked, "So, seriously. Let me go back to my world then. I have no time for stupid chitchats about love and other kinds of stuff related to it. Sorry, lady. But I'll reject your love."

"Nope, you'll love me."

"What?"

"You'll love me even you'll hate it."

"What are you talking about?" he asked, glaring.

"Anyways, as I promised, I will introduce myself. But we don't have much time left. So, for now, let's leave it aside."

"What? Aah, shit. I finally remember now. Your promise. You've promised that you'll say your name after I accomplished that mission. So, spill it out." he commanded.

"My name is -"

Hermes opened his eyes and he found himself inside the training field.

Was it a dream? He thought. However, all of the sensations and the grasp of her feelings crossed inside his heart and mind. For some reason, he didn't feel angry at all and he was so happy to be with her.

"This game is really getting in my nerves. I guess it's about time to gather more information and trace the history more latter about the secrets of this fantasy universe I'd been transmigrated by that jerk, Stump G. If my destiny is to die on the hands of those female protagonists, I shall commit a lot of peculiar events that won't change the flow of the story. Like what I did in the village, I would succeed no matter what. I guess, my time has come to fulfill it. Since I [wake as mafia boss]."