He leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss.
Yor's body stiffened momentarily before relaxing into his embrace. Badr gently deepened the kiss, his hands caressing her back.
When he finally left, Yor was still in a daze.
She hadn't been rejected. She was going to be his wife. The thought filled her with a quiet joy.
As they ate breakfast, the landline phone Yor had brought rang.
She hurried to answer it.
"Good morning, Princess. We have a client." It was the Shopkeeper's voice, calm and reassuring.
Yor's demeanor instantly shifted, her earlier softness replaced by a cool professionalism.
"Understood."
After hanging up, she turned to Badr, who smiled knowingly.
"A mission?"
"Yes. A ball at the International Hotel."
"Not far from here. I'll come with you."
"Really? Together?"
Badr nodded. "It'll be a nice... date. And we can chat with your acquaintances. This time, it won't be pretend, will it?"
"That's... a good idea. Let me get ready."
Yor wasn't worried about the mission. She knew Badr wouldn't interfere. In fact, his presence would be the perfect cover. 'Most balls required an escort, anyway.'
Badr, truth be told, was a bit bored. Mai and the quintuplets were busy with work. Asia and the others were frantically finishing their summer homework, leaving him with nothing to do.
'Spending time with Yor seemed like a good way to pass the time.'
Yor changed into her black dress, and Badr dressed as well. They took a taxi to the hotel.
At the entrance, security guards were checking invitations. Yor, realizing she only had one, started to frown, but Badr simply smiled.
"Just follow my lead."
He wrapped his arm around her waist and walked confidently towards the entrance. No one questioned them.
Against ordinary humans, altering their perceptions was child's play.
"You'll learn this trick once you're a devil," he whispered, giving her waist a playful squeeze.
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Chapter 191: Yor Injured?
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Inside the bustling ballroom, Badr and Yor surveyed the crowd. Yor quickly spotted their target-a middle-aged man with a sharp nose, dressed in an expensive suit.
He looked every bit the successful businessman, but according to Yor's intel, he was a politician who'd sold state secrets for personal gain.
He was currently on the dance floor, his hands wandering a bit too low on his partner's back.
"It's not exactly a convenient place to... take care of him," Badr observed, glancing at the time. The ball seemed likely to continue for a while, making it difficult for Yor to act discreetly.
"I can wait," Yor replied calmly. Patience was one of her strengths. Once she had a target, it was only a matter of time.
"Shall we dance, then?" Badr extended his hand with a smile.
Yor's cheeks flushed slightly as she recalled their previous dance at the embassy. It had been... memorable.
They joined the other couples on the dance floor, moving gracefully to the music. This time, their movements were more relaxed, their bodies swaying gently to the rhythm.
It was the first time Yor had ever danced so casually during a mission. Whenever she was with Badr, the atmosphere felt... different-a strange mix of comfortable and exciting.
After about twenty minutes, their target, growing impatient, led his partner towards the hotel's elevators, flanked by two bodyguards.
"It's time," Yor murmured, sensing her opportunity.
Badr smiled and followed her discreetly.
"I'll wait here," he said as they reached the stairwell.
"Alright."
Badr didn't want to interfere with Yor's work. He was just here for the ride.
Following the scent of the woman's perfume, Yor reached a door, the two bodyguards standing alert outside.
With a flick of her wrist, she launched two golden kunai, disabling the hallway's security cameras. Before the bodyguards could react, she was upon them.
Thud!
A dull impact echoed as their heads collided. Yor preferred non-lethal methods when possible.
She swiped a keycard from one of the unconscious guards and opened the door. The sight that greeted her was... unpleasant.
Two naked figures were writhing on the bed.
Yor's eyes narrowed. She moved swiftly, a golden kunai flashing through the air, embedding itself in the man's temple.
He didn't even see her coming.
She retrieved her kunai and vanished as quickly as she'd appeared.
The woman, who had been lying passively beneath the man, suddenly realized he'd stopped moving.
That was fast.
It's over already?
She opened her eyes, confused.
"Ahhh!"
...
"Pursuit?" Badr muttered, following Yor as they navigated the hotel's hallways. He'd been waiting patiently when Yor reappeared, a bloody kunai in hand, less than a minute later. Unfortunately, the woman's scream, amplified by the bodyguards' intercoms, had alerted the hotel staff.
"I should have taken care of her, too," Yor admitted. "But it's fine. I can handle them. I've dealt with this before."
Badr raised an eyebrow. Apparently, being chased by security wasn't a new experience for her.
He followed at a leisurely pace, neither of them showing any concern. He hadn't even considered intervening.
This was Yor's mission. He was just an observer. Getting involved might only complicate things.
Besides, dealing with ordinary humans was hardly a challenge...
They rounded another corner, and Yor suddenly stopped.
Badr smirked. "They're quick. And there are a lot of them. A dozen, at least."
"I can handle it. Go wait downstairs."
"Alright."
Badr, ever the agreeable companion, turned and jumped out the eleventh-story window.
Yor opened her mouth to protest, but the approaching security guards gave her no time.
"Seize her! She's the Thorn Princess!" one of them shouted.
The name "Thorn Princess" sent a chill down their spines.
This was a notorious assassin!
They were out of their league... but they had no choice but to fight.
Yor's eyes narrowed. She launched a kunai, shattering the hallway lights, plunging the corridor into darkness.
She moved like a phantom, darting through the shadows. A chorus of shouts and thuds echoed as the guards fell, one after another.
In less than ten seconds, they were all unconscious.
"Badr... is he okay...?" she wondered, peering out the window. It was the eleventh floor, after all.
To her relief, she saw him standing calmly below, leaning against a lamppost, looking utterly bored.
Of course he's fine.
She sighed in relief, but her momentary distraction proved costly. Behind her, one of the guards stirred, his hand reaching shakily for his gun.
Bang!
A gunshot echoed through the hotel.
Badr looked up, the sound unmistakable.
Chaos erupted as panicked guests poured out of the ballroom. Badr spotted Yor in the crowd.
Her expression was... off. She was clutching her side, a look of frustration on her face...
They left the hotel together, Badr noticing her unusual demeanor.
"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned. "Did something happen?"
"...It's nothing."
Yor hesitated. She'd been careless, caught off guard. She'd been shot.
Thanks to her quick reflexes, the bullet had only grazed her side... but it still stung like hell.
Badr, however, saw through her attempt to hide her injury.
He frowned, his gaze intense. "I heard a gunshot. Are you hurt?"
He moved to examine her side, but Yor tried to turn away. Badr, however, was too quick. He saw the blood staining her dress...
"...Oh."
That explained her discomfort.
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Chapter 192: Newlyweds? Meeting Ophis!
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Back at the apartment, Yor still wore a look of frustration.
"Is it that bad?" Badr asked, concerned.
"N-No, it's just a scratch..." Yor insisted, though the pain was almost unbearable.
Badr raised an eyebrow, noting her stiff gait.
"Don't be stubborn. Let me heal you."
"Oh, you don't have to..." Yor's cheeks flushed crimson.
This was different from her hand. Healing this wound would mean... revealing quite a bit.
"Why are you so shy with me?" Badr chuckled. "You're going to be my wife, after all."
"Well... yes... but..." Yor mumbled, still flustered. Being embarrassed was only natural.
Badr led her to the bedroom. "Lie down. Let me see how bad it is."
Yor hesitated, then reluctantly removed her dress, lying face down on the bed.
"...That's a lot of blood."
Badr frowned. The black dress had concealed the extent of the injury. The wound was deeper than he'd thought. Even with his demonic power, healing it would take time.
"It's... it's not that bad. It'll heal in a week or so," Yor murmured. In her experience, such wounds, despite their appearance, healed quickly with a bit of disinfectant.
"If you prefer to suffer, I won't stop you," Badr teased, retrieving a damp cloth and gently cleaning the blood from her wound.
He could feel the strength and resilience of her body, yet the softness of her skin was undeniable. Yor, her body exposed, fidgeted under his gaze, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down her spine.
"Um... you said healing requires... skin contact..." Yor whispered, recalling his explanation when he'd healed her hand. He'd held her hand then.
But this wound...
Badr smiled faintly. So, even she could be flustered. He'd been unusually calm when Rias had healed him in a similar manner.
Perhaps he wasn't as normal as he thought.
But Yor's wound needed tending.
"We're married now," he whispered, a playful glint in his eyes. "A little... intimacy between husband and wife is perfectly acceptable, wouldn't you say?"
He undressed, joining her on the bed, their bodies touching.
His demonic power flowed into her, a warm, soothing current.
Yor's face burned as she lay in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. The pain in her side quickly subsided.
She felt a mix of shyness and gratitude as she watched him, his eyes closed in concentration as he healed her.
It took a full thirty minutes for the wound to close completely. Badr sighed inwardly.
He wasn't a healer. Such a small injury, and yet it had taken him so long. Asia could have healed it with a breath.
"All done. How do you feel?" He looked at Yor, a gentle smile on his face.
Yor cautiously touched the area, her eyes widening in surprise. "It's... completely healed?"
"Of course. Let me see..." He examined the area carefully. "Not even a scar. Perfect." He playfully patted the spot where the wound had been.
Yor blushed deeply. Badr chuckled, finding her reaction adorable.
She was such a fascinating mix of strength and vulnerability.
He gently caressed her cheek, leaning in close.
"A kiss for your husband?"
Yor's blush deepened, but she closed her eyes, her heart pounding as their lips met.
It was their second kiss, and this time, it felt... different.
Their bodies moved together instinctively, their passion igniting. Badr rolled over, gently pinning her beneath him...
The rest... was inevitable.
Yor felt as if she were floating, her body weightless, lost in a haze of sensation.
...
It was late afternoon when she finally woke up, nestled in Badr's arms.
They dressed and went out to buy groceries, chatting with the neighbors along the way.
That night, their passion rekindled, their apartment filled with the evidence of their newfound intimacy. They were like newlyweds, exploring the depths of their connection.
Two days later, it was time for school to start again.
Badr bid Yor farewell and returned to his own spacious home.
Asia, Xenovia, and the others were still frantically working on their summer homework, having completely forgotten about it during their stay in the Underworld. They were experiencing the joys of last-minute cramming.
Badr, leaving them undisturbed, was about to seek out Rias when he paused, sensing an unusual presence nearby.
He glanced back at the girls. They seemed oblivious.
He slipped out of the house, following the faint energy signature.
On the bustling street, he quickly spotted her-a small girl with long black hair, her eyes like dark, sparkling gems.
But despite her innocent appearance, Badr felt a sense of unease, a premonition of danger.
As if sensing his gaze, the girl turned, her eyes meeting his.
"Your power... it's different," she stated, her gaze intense, as if trying to see through him.
"Who are you?" Badr asked, his voice calm but wary. Her power felt... familiar, like something he'd encountered before.
The Khaos Brigade... their power felt similar.
"Her name is Ophis," a familiar voice interrupted. "She's the Ouroboros Dragon."
Badr turned to see Azazel, his twelve black wings spread wide, materializing out of thin air.
"Sensei?" Badr's brow furrowed. "What are you doing here?"
"As you can see, I ran into a bit of a... complication," Azazel replied with a wry grin. "You've probably guessed... she's the current leader of the Khaos Brigade."
The news was shocking, but Badr's expression remained unchanged. Azazel nodded approvingly.
He liked Badr's composure. He was always so calm and collected, even in the face of unexpected news.
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Chapter 193: Khaos Brigade!
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"So, what's going on here?" Badr asked, looking at Azazel, unsure why he was associating with the leader of the Khaos Brigade.
