In the end, Aile failed to confess her feelings. In a way, it was inevitable. Jininsadaecheonmyeong—one must do their best and leave the rest to fate. When the heavens block your path, it is impossible to succeed.

Weekend. Saturday.

Eight let out a bitter smile at the thought that he was going out for the second day in a row—and that both outings were dates with women. If the people of Earth knew about this, they would explode with jealousy and curse him out. The ugly envy would be a bonus.

But would they still react that way if they knew those women were monsters wearing human masks? Sure, many believed that outer beauty was all that mattered, but to Eight, the executives of the Evilus organization were closer to monsters than women. And in truth, they were.

The only one he could remotely perceive as human rather than a monster appeared before him.

Six.

“You’re right on time, aren’t youoo~?”