The Silent Pact of a Wolf Babysitter
Chapter 80: Well... if We’re Ignoring the Chest... she is Pretty Cute...

Chapter 80: Well... if We’re Ignoring the Chest... she is Pretty Cute...

{Okay. Here is another line from a different book. It says you should pull her close by the waist and whisper, "Don’t worry, my pretty princess. You’re safe now. I’ll show you pleasures you’ll never—}

(Uhm... Platform, what’s the name of that book?)

{Hm? "Eggplant Meets Peach."}

(Figured. That’s an erotic novel I got from the west in Gihon. Please, read another.)

{Okay, this one is called, "The Enchanted Carrot and the Charming Stick."}

(Yep. Despite the suspicious name, that’s the one. It teaches you how to be an evil strategist. Let’s go!)

A misty panel popped up in my mind, lines from the novel neatly arranged for my convenience.

Platform had even organized the ones that best suited the occasion.

So you’re correct: I stole lines from a book to trick a young maiden.

Told you I was a jerk.

And it worked like a charm!

The moment I dropped words like "loved one" and "family," she got all flustered, clutching that flat-as-a-tile chest of hers like I’d just said something earth-shattering.

Not that I didn’t get a little embarrassed blurting out such cheesy lines aloud.

Still, the goal was simple:

Use those keywords to stir up a feeling of closeness.

So later—when I move to extort her, I’ll say, "But... I thought we were family?"

Genius, right?

After I’d finished parroting lines literally straight out of a villain manual, I introduced myself—formally and seriously, of course.

But it felt like she barely registered it.

Turning to my right, I saw my treacherous group had arrived.

Naturally, as the Supreme Lord, I moved to give them a stern talking-to.

How dare they just watch me like I was a clown at a circus!

That’s when something grasped my hand.

Hm?

I turned—and there was Jobina, clutching my hand with both of hers.

What now?

She looked like she was trying to muster up some courage.

...Wait.

She wasn’t going to confess her feelings, was she?

I mean, I’m fully aware that I’m the Pinnacle of Excellence and Majesty—

It can’t be helped.

But still.

We just met.

However, it actually turned out to be—

"Master Ruben! P-Please, make a pact with m—!"

"I refuse."

"At least let me finish!"

You finished the last Chapter and the beginning of this one, right? I can’t take it anymore.

I felt my spine tremble at the mere word "Pact" now.

"Ehhhh!" she whined. "But you let Leviathan do an intimacy pact with you!"

"First, it’s not an ’intimacy’ pact. Second, I swear I didn’t even know when she even had the Pact done. But no means no."

I folded my arms and turned my head away radically.

"Jeez!! So you like smelly viscous squids better?! You’re a racist! You’re engaging in prejudice, you dictator!!"

Where was Jobina even taking this conversation now? Politics?

And in "Viscous squid," she means Levi?

"Yes, yes. Racist, I am," I said, waving her off. "I actually detest the devil race, so you’re not wrong."

She suddenly clasped her hands together, her voice turning weirdly calm.

"I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I called you a racist. Please accept me."

She came way too close for comfort, and I had to start palming her face away.

"Your techniques, and your competence," she continued, speaking against my palm, "they’re amazing! I want to be your disciple."

"If you want to be a disciple, why the Pact?" I asked, still holding her at arm’s length. "Not that I’ll let you, anyway."

"But I can’t not have a Pact when Leviathan has one!"

This girl had turned it into a competition!!

And the way she said it, like it was only natural she should have what Levi had!

At that moment, Levi and Alicia walked over to us—

Even begging on her behalf

And... why were the Phantom Fangs tied up and being dragged along like sacks of grain?!

They looked sorry for themselves.

"Master Ruben, please reconsider," Levi said, bowing slightly. "Jobina, despite her eccentricity, is a hardworking girl who would readily throw her life away for your sake."

What kind of scary plea was that?!

"Yes, yes!" Jobina jumped in immediately. "What she said!"

I suspected as much, but... Jobina really isn’t very smart, is she?

"We already have dogs, why not just let the monkey stay?"

Alicia... Have mercy...

"Coastelle would need different animals to complement its wonderful nature. Right, Levina?" Alicia turned to Levi.

"Yes. I have that in mind. But Jobina would better serve as a meat shield, or suicide agent, for Master Raven. Right, Jobina?"

"Yes, yes! What she said!"

These girls...

"I refuse. One meat shield is already enough for me."

Levi visibly shook at my reply.

"Wh... who might this meat shield be?" she asked, trembling.

Jobina’s face was desperate. She really, really wanted this pact.

Was she a lonely soul...?

If so... I could understand.

I had spent most of my time in loneliness too...

I looked at her again, my expression involuntarily softening.

"Jobina," I said to her in a low voice. "I will never enter a Pact with anyone. Never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever again. Do you understand?"

Her eyes widened as she teared up.

Perfect.

...Don’t make that face at me!!

Haven’t you been reading since Chapter one? — Chapter ONE!!

Didn’t you see what pacts have been doing to me and my life?!

It’s a great symbolism in this novel of bad things to come!!

It—in collaboration with the heartless author—has played a huge role in my current misfortunes!

Not to mention, this one is a sick pervert who loves getting punched in the face.

...On that front, aren’t all of them perverts?

Levi, Alicia, Tamayō, and arguably Trigger too.

{Master is also a pervert.}

(Thank you, Platform. And you’re also a pervert too.)

Everyone is a pervert now!

Though, Jobina seemed to have gotten the message, judging by that gloomy look she had.

Hmph!

I wouldn’t mind being distant friends with her. But a Pact isn’t actually something you just go into like that.

She has to grow up.

"You know..." Jobina started, holding her arm sadly. "This is the most attention I’ve received in years."

SO?

"The last time was about two centuries ago—"

Hold up! Two centuries?! How old is she?!

"—when Leviathan beat me into a trance and stupor, then dropped my bloodied body on the coast as I breathed heavily. She was saying things to me, but the ringing in my head didn’t allow me hear clearly..."

"..."

What the hell happened that made her fight that colossal serpent?

"But... I haven’t been spoken to by my people in a long time..." Her eyes narrowed, as if trying to hold back tears.

"I don’t... I don’t want to be with those kinds of people anymore."

She turned her back to us.

"You’re an interesting person, Master Ruben. A wonderful man. And a powerful one. All my life, I’ve always been the strongest... but now, you showed up..."

It’s actually you that showed up, but okay...

She turned her head again, a single tear slipping free.

"Thank you for playing with me. Even if it was for a short while, I enjoyed myself."

She means the beating, I’m sure.

"But to not bother you anymore... I’ll take my leave now.

Back to scorn, back to stigma.

Back to a place I can no longer call home...

But... if it makes you happy, I’ll go..."

"Yes," I responded, deadpan. "It will make me very, very happy right now if you leave."

She stiffened for a second, then suddenly lunged at me, grabbing my shoulders.

Eek!

Don’t just grab me with your gross masochistic hands!!

"WHY WON’T YOU CAVE IN ALREADY?!" she cried out.

"Get off me, pervert!!" I yelled.

"Is it my body?" She embraced me. "Is it my body you want? Then you can have it!"

KYAAAHHH!!

Alicia’s stare—and her smile, which completely lacked murderous intent—wasn’t funny at all. It was suspicious.

I needed to stop this fast before she exploded.

W-Well... if we’re ignoring the chest... she was pretty cute...

Those toned muscles and structure weren’t bad at all.

{Debauched.}

Eh?!

I m-mean, I would never do such an immoral thing!!

I’ve learned my lesson from Bond, and Pluto, and Levi (even if that one wasn’t under my control).

"Look here, Jobina." I pushed her back. "Pacts put burdens on the parties. And my burden’s already too much. I might blow up one day."

"But... I want... to be with you." She sniffled, "Is th-there no way for us to be together?"

So I added, "Well, we can be friends. And I’ll teach you a thing or two. When I’m free, okay? But no pacts!"

Long story short;

I and Jobina entered a Master-Servant pact.

Of course, my red-veined, wide eyes watched the entire process—Levi did the pact for us—so we agreed on a hundred-year time span instead of infinity. After many debates.

Haaaah...

Look how happy she became, hugging the Specter wolves closer to her, ignoring their angry growls.

It almost made me want to forget... what she said earlier; before our pact.

"I see. No pact, huh? Then I’ll just go tell my father that you messed me up, showed me big and painful things, and made me into an adult. I wouldn’t be lying if I said so, right?"

I was threatened.

Well, we now welcome a new troublesome baby into our eccentric little group.

A time bomb.

A perverted sea queen out for my chastity.

And a masochistic god-man.

Yeah. These are the last!

I really will never enter a Pact again!

(Note: Fate had other plans.)

(Fate: We’re not stopping till we reach a hundred girlfrie— I mean, a hundred pacts!)

*

Alright!!

Now that we’ve finished reshaping this part of Coastelle with our violence and battles, let’s—

Eh?!!

THE DAMAGES DONE TO THE ENVIRONMENT... ARE HEALING!!

"Ohhhh? Fascinating..." Levi mused.

AND LEVI—THE ONE WHO’S SUPPOSED TO BE EXPLAINING—IS ALSO SURPRISED!!

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