My Little Devil's

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The fight still happens. After hours of spinning, Evelyne kept trying to touch a little bit of Maxwell's body that he could not beat.

This man was too energized and knew everything he was going to start attacking. Dark, dim, and faint can not be relied on if it is faced with the eagle bead.

"Easter!!!" maki Evelyne floated his last kick with breath hunting towards Maxwell's stomach which was easy to turn his body in the other direction until the legs of the level just clashed with this cold wind.

Not like a cruel fight, Maxwell actually made Evelyne dance around him. The bright moonlight helped her eyes to penetrate the grudge shield Evelyne had.

"Aren't you tired?"

"Shut your mouth!!" evelyne was furious that he wanted to beat Maxwell or that he was going to kill this man.

The flakes of glass in His hand still he held tightly with his teeth docked and the jaw hardened. He did not hold back the bloodthirsty soul and was increasingly brutal when he could not touch it.

"Your breath is only half. Your view is out of focus. This is what you call a fighter. Hm?"

Hearing Maxwell's taunts dodging every attack, the flames of anger that were easily ignited from Evelyne's mind immediately struck strongly.

"You underestimated me?"

His his hissing as he continued to throw a punch into Maxwell's body that rotated arbitrarily with precise calculations. He continued to notice the glass fragments in the woman's hand not because of fear in the forehead but Evelyne who was reckless to hurt himself.

"Don't you think your abilities can beat me."

"I don't think so" replied Maxwell, continuing to dodge until he saw that the blood dripping on Evelyne's hand was no longer the blood of his enemy.

He quickly pulled Evelyne's arm which had been kicking towards his thigh. The punch succeeded in hitting Maxwell who was completely unscathed or moved from his place.

The two stared fiercely. There was not the slightest pain on Evelyne's face even though his hand had been torn from the glass.

"You're SUCKING!" ketus Evelyne was happy with his kick just now. He wanted to pull himself but Maxwell did not take his grip off.

"Deliver!"

"You broke the deal" Maxwell growled, glancing Evelyne's sharp eyes at the grasp of his hand.

He realized that his hand was hurt. The blood had gotten used to coming out until he was so used to it.

"I don't know," he's flat.

Without saying much more. Maxwell pulled Evelyne's rough arm back to the Company area past Jirome and Hunter who were just standing stiff as these two mysterious Beings passed through them.

The fishy aroma of Evelyne's body made Hunter swallow while Jirome just silently saw the closeness of His Master who was difficult to understand.

"Do you know who that woman is?"

"No," Jirome replied briefly and then followed her Master. From here they could see many corpses lying down along the way and it made Evelyne link her brows.

They are not only ten. Who so wanted to destroy this Idiot Man?

He thought when some Maxwell members had dragged the bodies into a car that did not want to be sent where he also did not know.

"You're pretty good at it."

Maxwell just silently glanced at the street CCTV that had been turned off by Jack. Evelyne moved too recklessly to the point of not knowing this was a common environment.

"Sadly he's just testing you."

"Dear to speak," muttered Maxwell into the great Gate of the Company where Evelyne was still walking after his pull.

The members were only silent to see the Master who came with the Woman who had long made their minds wonder about the origin and beginning of his presence here.

"Where do you want to take me?"

Evelyne asked as Maxwell pulled her near the car not far from the Gate. This man violently pushed him inside and entered with the Auto-closed Car Door.

Here Maxwell could see the whole body and Evelyne's clothes were filled with blood splashes. The shirt is very fishy with Evelyne's legs look scuffed because it moves barefoot.

"You want your problems done, don't you?"

"You can't do it" Evelyne growled at her face. He looks still angry about the incident upstairs earlier to act alone.

"You can't count on it at all" he added.

For a moment Maxwell was silent and grabbed the Medicine Box under the Chair. He was still holding Evelyne's hand which could have hurt himself again.

"If you can't help. I'd better find it alone, I can also me.."

Not until Evelyne spoke suddenly Maxwell pressed his wound until the hiss was created faint.

"Stop talking" Maxwell pressed the wound. The glass he pulled out the torn skin area and began to see if this tear was severe or not.

Maxwell's handsome face had not changed at all. Visual firmly and difficult to guess this has a charm that can not be denied by anyone.

Eyes full of calculation and hands move according to the direction of his intelligent mind, he has everything that men desire including a special lip shape.

Evelyne's eyes continued to look until she realized that Maxwell had many small moles in his neck and shoulder area. Not many people know because Maxwell always wears a shirt and work coat that has been attached to his charisma.

"Am I so handsome that your eyes don't blink?"

Evelyne immediately threw her gaze out the Car window. His cold face peaked but believe me he never looked at Man with an old and different gaze like that.

"There's a splash of blood on your neck!" muttered Evelyne who did see that but was just a logical target.

"It is not necessary to pay attention to such a small thing."

"Give that booze to Leg four in your residence!" ketus Evelyne froze.

Maxwell paused for a moment to stop his hand sewing this little tear. He recalled the call of little Leen who nicknamed the Violet the four-legged Woman.

A second later Evelyne was also immediately aware of what he said just now. His face began to be glued blankly with thoughts drifting towards something.

B..How can? How can I imitate what he says? I. This is impossible.

Evelyne gulped roughly with an increasingly huffed look. He also feels that little Leen's soul is starting to haunt him.

Evidently, he was the one who had complied when he was brought here and let Maxwell treat the wound. That's not Evelyne's current nature at all.

"Your wounds must be in.."

"Deliver!!"

Evelyne pulled his hand from Maxwell's confused grasp. He stared flatly at Evelyne, who was seen breaking the stitching thread, then took the gauze inside the box and wrapped the wound himself.

"You why?"

Evelyne just silently opened the rude Car Door and exited as she walked into the Company Door. Maxwell looked in wonder at once and felt quite strange.

"Master!"

Jirome emerged from Evelyne's exit with occasional sightings of Maxwell.

"Master! Members have found a row of names of government officials who participated in the incident."

"Hm."

Maxwell muttered only a little, letting Jirome into the Car with the Door closed.

"Make sure he doesn't make trouble in there!"

"good. Master!"

Jirome had already hinted at their members to stay on guard here. The enemy may come back.

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In a different place. Evelyne was walking blankly down the main floor of the Company. His gaze continued to wail and was like it did not accept this.

"T.no. L'm.. I must have just gotten used to it" Evelyne muttered. He didn't want to be one with Evelyne's little soul because it was so disgusting to him.

"He can't affect me. Only I can defeat him" Evelyne growled at the wall next to him.

The devil's grin is increasingly visible when the wound on his hand has been treated very carefully by a man. In fact, he was somewhere where the man existed.

"I will not let you enter my soul. I'm not going to," eloquently Evelyne hit himself in the head. He likes it this way rather than having to stem the pain in the hope of happiness that will never happen again.

He is a hypocritical soul. I don't want to be like him. Never will be.

"S..It's clear they won't be coming back. But you.. You are so innocent of expecting happiness that has long been taken away from you!!!" evelyne yelled at her as a child.

He does not want to hope anymore. He did not want to live among the dreams that tortured him so much. It is better for him to live in grudge and anger than to be hurt but still be forced to smile by circumstances.

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