As they left, I started to get near that woman, as surely she was pretty great in figure and beauty, and as surely that brat-looking girl couldn't be said to be her daughter, as she didn't inherit anything from her mother—no looks, no these types of jugs, and not even this quality of curves. Seeing her like this was surely tempting, but there's no way I am going to just jump on her and take her as a payment for saving both mother and daughter's asses. But to think these bastards left without even giving me a hard time surely gestures towards her that either she has joined their side or surely they must have planted something on her. As I was thinking about these sorts of things, I began to get close to her for a clearer inspection. Just at the moment when I was about to sense a strange change in her energy, I heard a shout and a drop kick on my face, sending me flying. As I was thrown to the floor by that, I was wondering who had this many balls to make me fly this far. But the thing I saw was surely pretty frustrating: instead of listening to my advice, this brat came in and kicked me when I was about to clear the issues with her mother. This bitch truly didn't inherit anything from her, but what can I do now, as she was sobbing while holding her mother's body and trying to frame me for trying to hit on her mother? Surely I was about to hit on her (hey, it's not like she was imagining that she was sleeping and I was sneaking up on her). As I was about to speak, she spoke while sobbing, "You pervert! I knew I shouldn't leave you alone with my mom. You were trying to do bad stuff to her even when she was unconscious. You clearly are a bastard pervert; I guess you must have even tried to sneak a peek at her." Hearing her accusations surely made me think, "Why the fuck did I even help this bitch?" But her accusations were pretty much right, as I sneaked a peek at her, and it was pink! Heh-heh! But to think seriously, I can't let my guard down with these types of bastards, as they wouldn't just leave without messing around, and surely leaving her unscattered clearly falls into a sense of insecurity, so I should check it." As I thought it, I wiped my face and began to take my bat and began to move towards her, as seeing that fierce look on my face and even remembering the drop kick that she hit me with began to circulate in her head, as she began to offer herself in exchange for her mother and the childish deals began to circulate from her mouth, like one kiss and a small hug or a little smooch over her body and many things like that, as surely judging by her words, surely made sure that this dumbass isn't that bad and, besides, also has something strange in So I came near her and spoke, "Hey, just how much time are you going to pretend that you are unconscious?" Hearing my words, that brat also started looking towards her mother, as Mother opened her eyes and woke up pretty refreshed and spoke, "Kiddo, since when did you know that I was conscious?" hearing her sweet and pretty voice, I answered gently while still trying to maintain my composure "Since the start, as those bastards aren't the type that could leave their prey that easily." hearing my words, she started to giggle and spoke while jiggling her divine jugs "Yeah, yeah, sure, from the start! like how you were checking if it is pink or not, or when you were trying to get closer to me when my daughter gave you a drop kick." Hearing these things, surely I got to know that this bitchy attitude is the only thing that she inherited from her mother, but surely someone was looking at me with her piercing gaze after hearing such details. As I tried to change the topic while lighting my cigar, I spoke: "Ok, so that's the fun part for us, but it's time to get to the main topic: Why were they here, why were you shackled, and, finally, why did you imprint such a seal on your daughter?" Hearing these questions, the atmosphere started to tense as she spoke while sighing. "Ok, kid, I know you can see them and other beings, so I am not going to waste your time, and judging by your nature, it isn't the first time you've met them. So as they spoke, the war was about to happen, and that's why they were here." Hearing this straight answer, I felt somewhat relieved and assured that she isn't truly possessed by them. So now the first possibility, So I asked, "Mam, surely I get that from them, but I want to know if they shackled you like that, then why did they leave without doing anything? You see, I have some history with those strange bastards, so I want to confirm if you are also from that side or if you are something else." Hearing the intensity of such a question, everyone could feel the rage and immense killing intent. As she spoke with firm and cheerful expressions, "Yeah, kid, they aren't the ones that will leave just like that. So you see, I am the vessel of an angel, and my daughter part of it; she is the 'daughter of an l.'" As surely as you speak, it seems like you also had something terrible with those bastards. Well, the same can be said about our case also, as a few years back we lived quite normally and peacefully, but one night everything changed when my husband had the terrible disease of blood cancer and was about to die. So you see, we both were pretty shaken by that, and then I saw a strange white being for the first time in my life."
