Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The naturally cheerful Miyamoto Musashi wore a bright smile, completely forgetting the unpleasant experience he had just had.

Tomoe Gozen, who had become an accomplice, now believed in someone's innocence and the coincidence of fate.

Okita Souji, who had just woken up, looked completely bewildered, unaware that he was the one who set the stage.

Suzuka Gozen, the only one present who wanted to pursue the matter, looked at her own forearm and then thought of how she had been beaten in the mixed doubles earlier. In the end, she swallowed her anger and remained silent with a dark face.

“Caster has already set things up downstairs. Let’s go. Rider and Berserker, who have finished their handover, should arrive soon.”

Chloe waved and took on the role of guide.

"You guys go ahead, I need to change my clothes."

Samael pointed to the sheet covering him, his facial muscles twitching involuntarily.

However, it was a blessing in disguise. Because of this farce, the women's hostility towards him became less obvious and profound. They coughed and nodded as they left the bedroom, returning the private space to this distinguished guest.

After a moment, Samael dressed himself neatly, looked at himself in the mirror, nodded in satisfaction, and then walked out of the dilapidated door with a leisurely air.

The corridor was empty and quiet; the women had already gone to the main hall on the middle floor of the gun tower.

Upon arriving at the elevator, Chloe, who was waiting there, pulled out five golden cards from somewhere and unfolded them with a smile, her back to Samael.

"Well then, let's warm up by choosing one of the girls, Dad. Which one would you like to favor?"

Samael's hands couldn't help but itch again at those playful remarks and smiles.

However, the daytime was precious, and he needed to get to know the Servants as soon as possible and establish good relationships to facilitate future actions. The ancient snake had no time to argue with Chloe about these things and casually drew a card from the deck.

When the card is turned over, the front of the card clearly depicts a class character holding a bow and arrow.

It's Archer, Tomoe Gozen...

Samael nodded slightly, tossed aside the class card he had drawn from the card pool, and walked into the hall in front.

Chapter Sixty-Three: Call Me the King of Conquest

Two hours later, laughter and cheers filled the gun tower hall.

"Samael, hurry, hurry, hurry! New game! New game! New game in multiplayer mode!"

Wearing AR glasses and wielding a glow stick, Tomoe Gozen burst out of the bedroom, waving another device as she searched for her teammates.

The female general, with her hair tied in a high ponytail, ran briskly down the corridor, conducting a thorough search of the surrounding rooms.

She searched everywhere, from behind the curtains and under the bed to the cabinets and even the trash can, her eyes scanning the surroundings like searchlights. She looked like a drug addict going through a binge, searching for a drug to get her high, her movements unrestrained and wild, a far cry from her former gentle and graceful demeanor.

The noisy shouts echoed down the corridor, reaching every ear.

A pair of golden-brown fox ears twitched slightly toward the source of the sound.

A moment later, Suzuka Gozen, who was leaning back on the sofa with her legs crossed and flipping through a book, put down her romance novel, raised her elbow, and nudged the person next to her with a playful look.

"Your Ba is here to see you again."

Samael looked up and glared at the person opposite him, then ignored him.

However, the naturally active Suzuka Gozen turned to face Samael, blinking curiously as she continued to ask questions, her expression even more teasing.

"By the way, what did you do to Ba to make her so devoted to you?"

Having extensive experience raising large domestic dogs, Samael closed the book, sneering as he held up two fingers.

"Two items..."

"No, no, it's three items as agreed."

Instantly, Suzuka Gozen's excited expression vanished, and she rushed forward, grabbed Samael's hand, and pried open the third finger.

"Three! I want three!"

Seeing that Samael still had a stern face, Suzuka Gozen grabbed his shoulders and shook him repeatedly, muttering incantations.

Only when the ancient snake had no choice but to change its mind did Suzuka Gozen, who had achieved a great victory, finally let go with satisfaction, having completely forgotten her original purpose and no longer showing the hostile and agitated demeanor she had shown towards Samael before.

"Samael, that move of yours was fantastic. When can we have another match? I feel like I'm just one step away from reaching that level."

Before the ancient snake could catch its breath, Miyamoto Musashi grabbed Samael's wrist and got up to walk out, looking eager to try.

"Get the design drawings done for me first!"

Not to be outdone, Suzuka Gozen grabbed Samael's other hand and stared intently at the high school girl (JK) costume design drawings on the table.

"Let's have a contest first!"

"Design the blueprints first!"

"Let's have a contest!"

"Design drawings!"

Okita Souji, sitting in the corner, put down the picture book he was looking at, ate some dango and konpeito, and looked at the scene in front of him with great interest. This was much more interesting than the picture book.

Amidst the fierce competition, the target, wavering back and forth, had lifeless eyes, a pained expression, and was secretly cursing in their heart.

If I had known, I wouldn't have raised the favorability rating so high.

As a master strategist who excels at understanding his opponents' minds, Samael can easily win their favor with his handsome appearance, elegant speech, broad knowledge, and many other advantages, making them wish they could be his confidants.

Moreover, he was extremely familiar with these famous Servants in Valhalla.

Their preferences, habits, words and actions had long been collected and preserved in Samael's memory bank.

As long as you deliberately cater to them and actively work on it, they won't be able to withstand more than a few of Samael's carefully crafted sugar-coated bullets.

For example, regarding Tomoe Gozen, the gratitude for her help during the Hyakki Yagyō (Night Parade of One Hundred Demons) and the misunderstanding from the morning would be a good starting point. Then, by opening up avenues, using games with Sengoku and Heian periods themes could bridge the gap, allowing for teamwork to climb the rankings and build synergy.

As for Suzuka Gozen, taking advantage of her passion for the JK style, they proposed to design the latest trendy JK uniform for her. Samael was responsible for the design, and Ms. Tsuru, who owed him a favor, was responsible for the production. This powerful combination made this pseudo-JK high school girl's heart flutter and look forward to her new clothes.

As for Miyamoto Musashi, Samael's combat skills, demonstrated through [Mastery of All Martial Arts] and [Origin of a Hundred Arts], were enough to keep this martial arts fanatic sword saint clinging to him. If that wasn't enough, there was also the udon noodles he made himself.

Dealing with Okita Souji is even simpler. Just say, "This is the shogun's order," and give him a few plates of konpeito (Japanese candy) and dango (rice dumplings). That's all it takes to easily win over this die-hard shogunate loyalist...

Sure enough, within just two hours, Samael, like a player of a simulation game who knew the strategy in advance, easily raised the affection levels of these Servants to above average and established good relationships with them.

However, being too cunning will inevitably backfire.

Right now, Samael is being bothered by several heroic spirits vying to take up his time.

"Finally found you! So you were here!"

At that moment, Tomoe Gozen, who had heard the commotion, rushed in and grabbed Samael's hand, trying to drag him into her room.

"Don't you understand the principle of first come, first served?"

Tomoe Gozen retorted, "No way! This game can only be rented for one day! According to the order of the cards, I should go first!"

"You can't say that, it's already been one turn." Suzuka Gozen and Miyamoto Musashi, who had previously fought over the spot, now stood together against the common enemy. "Even you have to queue again!"

Seeing the three of them about to draw their swords, Murasaki Shikibu, who was reading a book nearby, put down the poetry collection she had obtained and smiled as she made a suggestion.

"Isn't this a team mode? Since it's break time anyway, why don't we all play the game together?"

"Great idea!" Game enthusiast Tomoe Gozen was the first to respond, raising her right hand excitedly and adding, "That's just right for the team mode's seven-player limit! The equipment they sent is also enough, everyone can join!"

Immediately, the once peerless female general used her wisdom to persuade her two opponents.

"It features realistic battle scenes..."

Miyamoto Musashi's eyes lit up, eager to try.

"And there's a romance simulation system..."

Suzuka Gozen's eyes shone brightly, her heart filled with longing.

"Playing games together sounds like a good idea."

Soon, Miyamoto Musashi and Suzuka Gozen exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement to join the experience.

After successfully persuading her two opposing targets, Tomoe Gozen grabbed Okita Souji and Murasaki Shikibu without further ado: "Okita and Kaori, come too! The more people, the more fun!"

The dejected ancient snake gave the librarian, who had been stirred up, an apologetic smile: "It seems I can't continue reading this book."

Incidentally, after successfully getting along with the previous guests, Samael proposed to hold a book club to spend this rare holiday, with Murasaki Shikibu in charge.

This was naturally to improve Caster's public image.

Anyway, this is about building up goodwill and teamwork before the battle, so it's unlikely to turn into a chaotic situation.

Therefore, Samael wasn't afraid to bring them together for team building activities.

As he expected, the writer, who had always dreamed of doing this, grew to like him even more, readily agreed, and organized the book club on the spot, even preparing books that suited everyone's taste.

Suzuka Gozen's works are romance light novels, Miyamoto Musashi's are Buddhist scriptures, Okita Souji's are manga, and Samael's are historical texts.

Upon hearing the apology, Murasaki Shikibu, who served as the librarian, shook her head slightly, unconcerned. She then adjusted her intellectual black-rimmed glasses, watched with a smile as the legendary historical figure argued before her, a slight upturn at the corner of her lips.

"Everyone who opens this book will find it interesting; consider it an alternative form of reading."

Since the person involved had no objections, Samael let it be, and was dragged like a puppet by the group of women to the large living room where the game console was located.

"Candy, my konpeito! And the dango I just bought..."

A faint cry of pain was drowned out by laughter and cheers.

Soon, they arrived at their destination. Tomoe Gozen skillfully turned on the game console and distributed AR devices to everyone present. The screen then projected a desolate battlefield and a group of fully armored samurai wielding swords and fighting.

Judging from the art style, it seems to be influenced by the Warring States period and the Heian period.

Is this another war-themed story?

Samael glanced at the projected screen, looked at Tomoe Gozen who was eager to try, shook his head inwardly, and sighed silently.

The knot in her heart still wouldn't be untied.

For thousands of years, what has haunted my dreams is still that battlefield.

"Samael, it's your turn! Hurry up, it's time to choose your character!"

Just as the ancient snake was lost in thought, Tomoe Gozen, who was standing next to him, shoved the AR glasses into his hand and urged him to hurry up.

Hearing the call, Samael snapped out of his reverie, smiled apologetically, picked up the equipment, put it on, and pressed the switch together with his teammates.

Suddenly, the screen on the glasses lit up, showing thousands of troops fighting and clashing on the wasteland.

Swords clashed, blood gushed, flesh was torn apart, and life withered away.

A fierce and bloodthirsty aura swept over us, making our blood boil, as if we were on an ancient battlefield.

The opening cinematic for this virtual reality game is really well done; it looks just like the real thing!

Samael was amazed by the grand scene before him and the immersive audiovisual effects.

After the opening animation, it'll probably be time to choose a character and enter the game, right?

As Samael silently murmured to himself, the cloudless sky turned pitch black, and amidst flashes of lightning and thunder, a magnificent golden goblet appeared above the two armies facing each other, as if held by an invisible divine hand and poured down upon the mortal world.

A reddish-black mud, resembling lava, surged from the cup and poured onto the earth.

Samael stared at the scene in mid-air, his expression freezing involuntarily.

This plot isn't right...

Meanwhile, at the gun tower, in the top-floor lobby.

Two figures, one tall and one short, felt a tremor under their feet and immediately rushed to the sofa. One excitedly picked up some melon seeds and dried fruit, while the other pressed the remote control with anticipation to turn on screen mirroring.

The game is about to begin.

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The withered yellow leaves were plucked by the wind, leaving a graceful trace in the sky with the breath of late autumn, leaving only the tree trunks in the forest, the withered yellow grass, and the shrine with its black tiles and brown wood.

The setting sun on the distant horizon slowly sank, casting a blood-red desolation over this land.

"It's about to begin..."

After paying her respects to the gods, she walked outside the temple and looked at the sky where dark red and deep blue blended together, murmuring to herself.

The evening breeze ruffled her blue and white hair, and inadvertently revealed the worry on her face.

"...Lord Yoshinaka...are you really going to do this?"

"I cannot forgive the brutal Taira clan. If this continues, it won't just be the capital that will be ruined." The man named Kiso Yoshinaka looked at the orange-red twilight in the distance and said firmly, "Therefore, someone must stand up and fight them. This is not the end of the Minamoto clan's era. I am fighting so that the people can live a peaceful life."

Within those deep black eyes were a pair of vertical pupils, like those of a snake.