"Angel, your transfer contract."
Slurping udon, Su Tang flicked the file from a drawer to Angel Devil.
"Ms. Makima says you can transfer here for half a month. If you slack off during that time, you'll be sent back to patrol immediately."
He slurped the last noodle, wiped his mouth, and spoke.
It was late; he'd just finished calibrating the last machine—too tired to move. He'd had Denji-ko and Power bring back noodles after patrol.
Speaking of Denji-ko—
Ever since that chest-touch three days ago, the kid seemed to have taken up some grand ambition. Everything she did had gusto and boundless energy.
Street patrol—orderly and crisp. And she kept pulling "good deeds" like helping grannies cross streets, buying matches from little girls… which left Division 4 members astonished.
While he discussed follow-ups with Makima these days, she'd praised his "guidance," even floated an internal mini-seminar so other devils and fiends could learn from "advanced experience."
He'd only managed to smudge it over with pleasantries.
What "experience" could he teach? Have all Division 4's devils and fiends come touch his chest?
If he had that power, why be a doctor—just be a devil teacher.
Speaking of teachers—
After work tomorrow he still needed to buy textbooks for Denji-ko. She'd brought it up several times; he'd been too busy with the clinic. Once it opened and settled, he'd have bandwidth.
Oh, and Reze.
Teaching one or two was the same. He might as well call Reze over when tutoring Denji-ko. They had a lot in common—like never having gone to school… they'd get along.
"Thanks."
Angel took the transfer and, with zero guard's awareness, went straight to the couch. "Aren't you going to rest? There's so much time—why work yourself this hard?"
"Because there's more to do than there is time."
He smiled, tossed the paper bowl, tied up the trash bag, and said, "Mind taking this out when you go?"
"What if I say I mind." Angel mushed the cushion over her head, then hauled herself up unwillingly and stepped in front of him. "You piss off someone in the past?"
She asked.
Three devils showing up the night before opening—she could patrol two or three days and not get that lucky.
"Do I look like that kind of person?" He sighed. "Just bad luck, probably."
Damn—why did his clinics always draw devils—either just opened or about to.
Luckily, this time Public Safety paid most. Even if it broke, it wasn't his money.
Didn't look like a fight anyway.
The three devils had already come in.
Angel shot them a blank look, then returned to the sofa.
Not dereliction—just that…
They were too weak.
The kind you could pinch to death.
One was a block-shaped thing, like those "Tomie-series oral wallets" he'd seen online before he crossed; all flesh-like material, with a single red lip on the front, hopping along.
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One was an arm-like thing, five fingers spread, crawling. Eyes and mouth were on the back—quite grotesque.
The last… mm… also a mouth? Rounder, a small hole. A ring of layered folds around it.
Su Tang's expression went odd.
Since when did devils this weak strut around near Public Safety HQ?
"Ahem, you're Su Tang, right!"
Red lips opened and closed, hopping, asking.
"That's me. And you are…?"
Devils like this usually had owners—either collected as curios or toys. He figured the owner had business with him.
"Hmph! As expected, Su Tang!" The mouth found it couldn't hop high enough to be imposing, so it stepped on the arm's "head"—the highest point—and fumed, "You killed our brother, the Leg Devil!"
Uh.
He blinked.
He'd imagined ten thousand possibilities—not revenge.
The Leg Devil had brothers?
Seeing him silent, the red lips grew cockier, the little meat chunk quivering. "Human, you may not realize how big a mess you've made! The Leg Devil was a trusted vassal of Lord [Shèniè]!"
"We—Mouth Devil! Hand Devil! Sphincter Devil!—are here to deliver a message on behalf of Lord [Shèniè]!"
"Join the 'Guinea Pigs,' and we'll spare your life!"
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