Chương 23: Intimidated to the Core

Seven demon princes ruled Hell; one of them was Asmodeus—the King—while one was Satan. The others were rarely heard in the witch community, and the rarest introduction would be… 'I'm a witch of Belphegor'.

Not only were these witches uninterested in participating in the community, but they would come and go so fast. They would lose powers in just a few days, and they would normally take their own lives. If a normal cycle for witches was ten years, it was already impressive for a witch of Belphegor to last for ten days.

Based on the things they heard and the rumors spoken by Mephistopheles, to be a witch of Belphegor was to be scammed by Hell. One witch had the power of endless resources and instant gratification, and yet… they never even reached a goal. Most of them would shut down in depression and eventually waste their lives by dying physically or mentally.

That was why when Howard heard of them, he was bizarrely curious. If they were lazy by nature, why would they even ask for a goal to cater to their instant gratification? The answer was… they were not lazy. These witches of Belphegor were those who would want to obtain things without working. That was why they were given unlimited resources.

However, as they did not want to work, they had no idea what to do when they set a goal for themselves. Ultimately, they would fail even if they had unlimited resources. They would fall into oblivion and chose to depart from the world of the living.

Hearing that Noah was a witch of Belphegor, Howard had a mixed reaction. He was shocked that someone whose name was around for a year now was actually a mayfly witch. Also, he was terrified as that meant Noah had unlimited resources under his name. What kind of resources did he have? One of them should be money, right?

What did all people of science badly need even if they were disgusted by it? Money.

However, the most he could do was huff in envy. Witches of Belphegor might have unlimited money, but their contracts bound those resources for their own gain. Unless someone was hired by the witch, the person couldn't have a taste of these riches.

At this notion, Howard suddenly felt like he had a chance.

Noah was a witch, and witches had been buying built technology from Allan. More likely, Noah should buy some as well. If they could ask Noah to invest in their projects, Howard would have enough funds to perfect his multi-billion experiments.

"Hehe, I… big bro Noah, I'm sorry for everything I said. I really wish we could forget what happened earlier and restart peacefully." Howard had to swallow his pride for funding. There was no way he could let the opportunity slip away.

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Noah didn't even glance at Howard. He used to work in a Fortune 500 company and had his boss try to oppress him and make him submit. Noah knew a man with ulterior motives even from their tone.

Actually, it was the same for the demons. It's just that Noah chose to trust and believe them.

"Don't be like that, big bro."

"I don't like getting called big bro by someone way older than me." Noah finally threw a glare at Howard.

"Eh? You're a witch, right? You must be older than what you look like. You must be at least forty now even if you look like you're twenty." Howard really had no filter as he was given a position where he should be very blunt. Even Allan couldn't make this man stop being too straightforward.

"I'm twenty-six." Noah rolled his eyes as he got to his feet. "I wasted all my spare time in this office. If there's nothing else, I will be going."

Howard was stunned while Allan only nodded. "Theresa waits for you outside. She will give you items for our cooperation. I hope you don't mind wearing them."

With that, Noah walked out and heard Howard murmur to himself and then to Allan. The witch wasn't interested to hear him, and so he continued towards the elevator.

By then, he spotted a long-haired woman whose eyes were as brown as her hair. Her face seemed rosy with some freckles on it. She met Noah's gaze, and she straightened her back all of a sudden.

In a rather stiff expression, she stared at Noah. However, her words wouldn't come out. After a few seconds of locking their gazes with each other, Noah only turned away and walked to the elevator.

"W-Wait, Mr. Rocco!" The woman finally budged and almost tore her black pencil skirt when she ran to block his path. She put up her hands in front of her. "Please listen to me. My name is Theresa Hawkins, and I'm the representative of SCC's elite squad."

"En, I figured. Mr. President said you have things to give me?"

"Oh, it's this one." She went back to where she was earlier and picked up a box on the side table. She presented a smartwatch to him. "Here, please take it and wear it at all times. We do need your help in controlling any fights that would break out. You only have to deal with the witches; please leave rescuing civilians to us.

"Moreover, I hope you don't mind us keeping an eye at your home here in Boston. We wish to send in aid if you need it, especially in containing situations and detecting shady figures that survey your home as well."

Hearing that she would be facing a top-grade assassin—a Shadow Hand, Theresa readied herself to be intimidated to the core. However, Noah was even less threatening than the other mercenaries.

He was only receiving the item and putting it on like it's nothing. Even if it was a tracker, he had the hellhounds to track them back after all.

She then watched his handsome face concealed by his hair. Since she was a half-a-foot shorter than him, she could see his face as she panned her vision up.

Noah caught her staring so he looked at her as well. It made Theresa jump and step back to get out of his personal space that she entered without thinking. He then spoke, "If I talk to this, who am I talking to?"

"Oh, it would be me." Theresa twitched. No one had ever asked her that in their squad being assembled in case they needed to support Sleepydog. "I'm in charge of your telecommunications. I can patch you to other agents as well. If you need me to check surveillance or hack into traffic lights, I will be able to do so."

"Really?" Noah was surprised.

Back then, he had to survey everything on his own. Well, on his own, it meant that he had to deploy the hellhounds and even possess Caliga's senses. Having someone to do it for himself would be convenient. "Okay. Don't hesitate to talk to me then. I will be doing the same after all.

"Moreover, it's Noah for future reference."

Noah gave her a slight smile and walked off. The woman was stunned stupid that she didn't realize Noah had gone away. Her face then blushed into deep red and felt like it could melt butter from the heat. Her hands then cradled her face.

"God, I will do my best after receiving this gift."

…

Noah walked out of the elevator, scaring the employees that were supposed to get off on the same floor he did.

Everyone there had radar for mercenaries, and after what the other seven brutes did, they were scared to even get on Noah's sight. However, Noah just ignored them and looked for the receptionist from earlier.

Seeing that another person was in the lobby, he went to ask. "Hello, where's the receptionist here earlier?"

The woman lifted her gaze and knew that Noah was a mercenary. Then again, his features matched the reminder left by the earlier receptionist. "Oh, Mr. Noah. Little Rosanna is in the VIP lounge. Would you like me to pick her up for you?"

"Please."

"Okay." The receptionist working right now was as seasoned as the one earlier; however, she didn't know who this mercenary was. Only that he was the uncle of that cute girl in the VIP lounge.

She left her seat and walked to where the VIP lounge was. The earlier receptionist was there as well to watch over her and attend to those inside.

However, when she got there, she smelled the scent of blood. Her eyes widened and slowly opened the door to avoid startling the culprit. Then again, the door could only open halfway.

A body was blocking the door.

She then looked inside the room and found the receptionist holding Rosanna against her in a protective stance. It was as if she was too shocked to act, and all the space in the room was trapped.

"Leslie—"

"Don't go in!" Leslie, the receptionist, held her hand up. "There's something else with us in this room! We can't see it!" She then stared at the dead people in the room. "It killed them."

The receptionist then stepped back, but her back collided against someone. When she looked up behind her, she realized she was trapped between the door… and Noah. As she trembled in her spot, the suddenly scary man only reached out his hand.

"Rosanna, come."

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