Jason glared fiercely at Peterson and emphasized sternly, "If Wood suffers any accident because of this matter, let alone our New York Branch—all of America could face misfortune! I would rather sacrifice the entire organization than send all of America into the plate of the Goddess of Death! Do you understand!"
.. So, what exactly is the situation?
Peterson couldn't help but mutter, "Everyone has been talking for so long, yet not a single piece of useful information has been obtained from the Boss."
Because—there is a kind of existence in this world—where simply knowing the correct pronunciation of His name could bring immense misfortune upon the entire city!
"Because—there is a certain kind of existence in this world—where simply knowing the correct pronunciation of its name could bring immense misfortune to an entire city!" Jason said solemnly.
..
..
While Jason was emphasizing the dangers to his subordinates, Wood was sitting on a soft sofa, playing with Jormungand Cat with a cat teaser.
Anubis Dog and Cat Mummy glared at each other across the sofa, their gazes so intense they looked ready to erupt into combat at any moment.
Papa~ Papa~
Jormungand Cat wobbled as he stood up to scratch at the cat teaser, his golden eyes shimmering with a pure innocence that belied his identity, while his fluffy, large tail occasionally curled around Wood's ankles and calves, leaving behind no bone-chilling cold that could ever be produced by animal fur brushing against skin.
So cute~
Wood reached out and scratched Jormungand Cat's ears.
Jormungand Cat leaned into the touch and rolled over at Wood's feet, exposing his soft belly, while his pink tongue seemed almost ready to split into a snake-like form to coil around Wood's wrist.
Papa~ Papa~ Pet me more~ Pet me~ Jormungand has slept in the sea for who knows how long, he's almost forgotten the feeling of being pet by Papa~
“But..”
(I am not your Father; your Father is the Norse Evil God, Loki.)
Wood thought guiltily.
He was afraid that if the Jormungand Cat discovered the truth, he would swallow him whole, so he worked twice as hard to please Kitten, until—
(These two small bits of lipstick are..)
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Chapter 53 Lilith's Seduction (6)
Papa~ why did you suddenly stop~
Jormungand Cat raised his furry head in confusion.
.. It's nothing, I just suddenly realized that even if you change your appearance into a cat, your body is still the body of the Midgard Serpent.
Wood said with feigned indifference, turning his head away, no longer paying attention to the two small sections of lipstick that Jormungand Cat had unintentionally revealed.
However, Kitten had already noticed the change in Wood's attitude, turning his body as his furry tail lightly patted the carpet.
Has Papa ever thought about a question—
“What question?”
Why can you, who possesses a human form, give birth to us, who are non-human in appearance?
(I'm not Loki! How should I know why!)
Wood grumbled inwardly, yet his face was covered in a lovely, charming smile: "Perhaps this is a gift from fate?"
[Fate?]
Jormungand Cat sneered.
Beside them, the Anubis Dog and the Mummy Bastet Cat also let out strange laughter.
[If the fate Papa speaks of refers to those women in Norse Mythology who spend all day babbling about mysticism—forgive my bluntness, but they are nothing more than a group of self-righteous lunatics and frauds.. the so-called Gods of Fate and Goddesses of Fate—no matter which mythological system they hail from, they are merely observers of fate, not its weavers.]
They rely on their ability to see the trajectories of fate more clearly than other lifeforms, often designating one possibility as a fixed future and actively driving fate to ensure that chosen future occurs—if I ever see that group of madwomen again, I will definitely swallow them all!
Jormungand Cat emphasized angrily, the whiskers at the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.
There, there.. now, don't be angry~
Mister Wood picked up the Jormungand Cat and said comfortingly, "It is the twenty-first century; the Goddesses of Fate from Norse Mythology have fallen so low that they have to set up stalls on street corners to make a living by reading palms and faces."
[How does Papa know that the Norse Goddesses of Fate are now setting up stalls on street corners to make a living by reading palms and faces?]
Jormungand Cat asked curiously, tilting his head and sticking out his little pink tongue.
That's how they act in TV dramas.
Wood spoke with certainty, turning on the Internet television channel to play "American Gods": "Look—"
[—Hmm?]
Jormungand Cat narrowed his eyes.
The Anubis Dog tilted his head as well.
The Mummy Bastet Cat gave them a disdainful glance before being drawn in by the TV drama as well.
..
..
After steadying the cat and the puppy, Wood went downstairs to inspect the Museum.
The Boss is not here tonight; he is going to the New York Port to sign for a container filled with high-risk mystical items.
Therefore, inside the Museum at night—
(Only the strange exhibits that the Boss and I collected from god-knows-where remained..)
I hope no strange guys break in without permission tonight.
Muttering to himself, Wood passed the fingerprint and iris scan, opened the security door, entered the exhibition hall at night.
That Guy is here! That cute guy~
He looks a bit unhappy today; is it because Boss is not here?
I want so badly to dive onto him with ink-stained hands and write stories; his skin would surely inspire me to write chapters of romance, though perhaps it would be even more suited for chapters of cruel fate~
[Why is he so adorable from every angle? Could this also be a gift from fate?]
No one is allowed to fight me for him~ I like him, I'm going to chew him up and swallow him whole into my body~
[..]
The whispers of the Destruction of Museum Collections reached Wood's ears continuously, filled with light laughter and cruelty.
Wood was well-acquainted with this; he moved calmly between the display cases and the collections that constantly uttered frivolous remarks, pretending to hear and see nothing, until—
A figure was standing in front of a display case on the left side of the exhibition hall.
(That Guy..)
Wood did not dare to make a sound.
The Boss's Private Museum housed so many inconceivable things that even Wood did not know if the living person appearing in the exhibition hall at night was a reckless art thief, or..
He held his breath, tiptoeing toward the figure that had its back to him, preparing to—
—What are you afraid of?
The figure turned around proactively, revealing a handsome face tinged with darkness, with a striking White Silk Scarf wrapped around his neck.
Are you worried I'm a thief? Or—
Who are you!
"Who are you!" Wood asked sharply.
“I—”
The Man smiled faintly, a hint of regret flashing through his black pupils: ".. I show you my true face, yet you cannot remember me? As expected, you have forgotten our past, or rather—you are unwilling to remember our past."
You know me?
Wood was surprised.
We were not only acquaintances, but once best friends.
The Man extended his left hand toward Wood: "Will you shake my hand?"
“Your hand—"
Wood looked down and noticed that the Man was wearing a strangely shaped goat-head ring on the middle finger of his left hand, its design exactly as Roger had described.
—It's you! The guy who invited Roger to..
Roger?
The Man repeated the name in confusion, after coming to his senses, he said slowly, "I did indeed once invite a human named Roger to a Black Mass banquet on Christmas Eve."
Roger is dead.
Wood shouted angrily, "Last night, in the Safe House we prepared for him, he was—"
Why are you telling me this?
The man interrupted Wood, his expression strange. "If I am the killer, telling me this is nothing short of, if I am not the killer, then your current behavior is leaking case information to an uninvolved party."
This is Boss's Museum—
Wood said solemnly, "The Boss is passionate about collecting mysterious objects. His museum—even during the day, there are rarely any ordinary human visitors, let alone now, in the middle of the night! You, appearing silently in the museum exhibition hall at night, how could you possibly be a normal human!"
So you're not a normal human?
“..”
Wood was stunned.
The other person's answer was truly beyond his expectations.
—You look quite cute when you're dazing off.