Chapter 67: Meeting with Sarael and...

Chapter 67: Meeting with Sarael and...

Tom and Natasha's magical date in the Diagon Alley went fine. They tried the local cuisine, looked through a lot of stores, haggled, snarled, and threatened a few shopkeepers into giving them a discount, but most importantly, they had a lot of fun together.

They even briefly visited the Knockturn Alley... and instantly got a few poor schmucks trying to mug them... but Natasha channeled her old self and when they left the Knockturn Alley the Wizarding World was three wizards, two hags, and one werewolf shorter.

The wonders his woman could do with a rusty knife...

Hermione also got what she needed, all the while using a whopping eight hundred Galleons on additional books. The little nerd had to buy a completely new trunk capable of shrinking itself to be able to carry all her books.

There went her thousand Galleons for this month...

'Not wanting them, my ass.' Tom exasperatedly thought.

Speaking of Hermione, she was currently locked in her room, memorizing her entire next year's course books from beginning to end. Tom didn't understand this fetish of hers but he decided to let her to her own devices as he had his own things to do.

For one, Sarael requested a meeting and Tom was currently waiting for him in his office while Natasha busied herself with... Tom actually had no idea what she was doing. He only knew she was not at home.

Idly stating that he was interested in acquiring more wizarding wands for experiments when she was clinging to his arm might not have been the smartest idea...

Oh, well. Tom was sure the problem would eventually resolve itself.

Ten minutes passed and the familiar blue magical teleportation circle appeared in the middle of Tom's office, leaving behind Sarael when the shine from it finally disappeared.

The very first thing Tom had noticed, however, was that Sarael was not his usual proud and outgoing self. The man had his head in his hands and silently rubbed his forehead while being slouched a bit.

Something Sarael always said he thought inappropriate while talking to a client since he had a reputation to uphold and shit.

It didn't take long for Tom to notice the cause of Sarael's odd behavior.

From behind the old devil, suddenly a new face timidly and curiously peeked out...

And Tom's welcoming gaze turned into a frosty deadpan. This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Sarael must have felt Tom's gaze trying to burn a hole into him because with one last groan the man lifted his head and apologetically smiled at Tom, "In my defense, she snuck into my teleportation circle when it was completed."

"Ha, ha. Very funny. Why do I have a secrecy agreement going on with you if this can happen?" Tom dryly asked in an even tone, before he turned towards the newcomer and his tone became even drier and more deadpan, "Welcome, Satan Leviathan. What an... unpleasant surprise."

"I must say," She confidently strutted forward, coming close to Tom, and gave him an amused smirk, "It is rare to speak with people who are not intimidated by my power." She reached toward him with the intention of caressing his cheek.

Tom caught her hand mid-way, giving her an unamused look, "Unfortunately, I already have a woman in my life."

Serafall clicked her tongue and pulled her hand back while Sarael boisterously laughed at his daughter's misfortune while also coming closer and seating himself in the chair for guests.

"And here I thought I would give you myself in exchange for tying you to our race. Why must all good males be already taken?" Serafall huffed as a majestic throne made of ice suddenly solidified behind her and she sullenly flopped into it.

Alas, neither Tom nor Sarael had enough balls to tell her that her seduction attempt sucked too much.

"So? What do you two want?" Tom bluntly asked, knowing well the Sitris preferred efficiency. He doubted Sarael and Serafall had enough free time to stretch this meeting for long.

Sarael and Serafall glanced at each other, Sarael gesturing Serafall to go on, and she sighed before helplessly smiling.

Well, she was the Satan here. She was the busier one of the two.

"I just wanted to get to know your identity. Whether it is the new healing potions or waking the people suffering from the Sleeping Sickness, you already had a huge impact on our race. Do expect me to pop up from time to time in the name of good relationship-building." Serafall casually shrugged and Tom nodded, signaling she didn't need to explain more.

He got the gist of it. With that big of an impact and nobody knowing his identity, the Council and the Satans were getting twitchy. Having contact with at least one Satan would assuage their worries. Not to mention, she could also be a sort of aegis from political maneuvering of the devils for Tom so he didn't mind overly much.

"That and I really wanted to say this." Serafall continued in a sincere tone, "Thank you for all you have done for us." She gave Tom a bright genuine smile.

Tom raised his eyebrow but slowly nodded in acceptance.

Sarael, however, was taken completely off guard by this, looking at Serafall with an utter shock on his face. If he didn't count her time with Sona, he could count on one hand the occasions where Serafall genuinely smiled nowadays.

"Are you sure you don't want her to be your mistress? She is still a virgin, you know?" Sarael abruptly asked, causing Serafall to blush.

"Father!" She indignantly exclaimed and weakly swatted Sarael's shoulder, glaring at his unrepentant self.

"Just tell me what you came here for, Sarael." Tom exasperatedly shook his head.

"Oh, well, there is still a chance in the future." Sarael nonchalantly quipped, earning himself two deadpan looks. "Anyway," He awkwardly cleared his throat, "I need you to start curing the Sleeping Sickness again. I know your week of vacation is only half over but the requests for healing seem to multiply fivefold since you took a break!"

Sarael didn't even care how... pleading his tone sounded. These last two days were a literal hell with so many families bothering him, constantly asking when Tom would be available.

Everyone got spooked when Tom abruptly took a break and even those families that chose the wait-and-see approach were now scrambling to get an appointment. Tom better start doing his hocus-pocus again or Sarael would go crazy!