Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

A few days later, in the Antarctic Circle.

The roar of the propellers tore through the swirling snow as a military-green Apache Longbow descended and landed smoothly on the tarmac atop a white circular building.

Then, with the machine running, the helipad on top carried the Longbow Apache down, transferring it to a more spacious and bright interior.

An invisible light wave meticulously scanned the entire Longbow Apache, accompanied by crisp, synthesized electronic sounds.

"Beep, identity verification complete. Far East Investigator Harry Cesare Anderson, Master Child No. 3, Master Child No. 48..."

"Access authorized. Phineas Chaldea, the Human Survival Guarantee Organization, welcomes the three of you."

The indicator light at the passageway changes from red to green, and the safety valve opens simultaneously.

"Phew, finally here, this damn weather... Achoo! Achoo!"

A 32-year-old white man, bundled up tightly, shivered as he stepped off the Longbow Apache helicopter. He intended to mutter a few words about the harsh weather in the Antarctic Circle, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a series of sneezes.

"Friendly reminder: new employees are advised not to linger in the cabin for too long. Please complete the disinfection work as soon as possible and proceed to the auditorium to meet up."

Accompanied by an urging electronic voice, the white man rubbed his nose, which was red from the cold, and hurriedly waved to the cabin.

"Ritsuka-kun, Akuta Hinako-san, we've arrived at our stop. Hurry up and get off."

Amidst the shouts, a boy with short black hair and blue eyes, and a girl with black hair and black eyes, wearing glasses and a high ponytail, stepped off the Longbow Apache and habitually looked around at their surroundings.

Faintly, vertical lines appeared in the boy's eyes, while a bloodshot light emanated from the girl's eyes.

Clearly, the two people in front of them were Samael and Yu Meiren, who had come to Chaldea to investigate after receiving Marisbury's distress call.

And coincidentally, the identities they are now using are also those fabricated by Marisbury.

"After passing through the security gate and completing disinfection and basic testing, a dedicated receptionist will guide you through the process. If there are no problems, I will leave now."

A white man named Harry Cize Anderson rubbed his hands together and gave instructions to the teenagers with a big smile.

"Aren't you coming with us?"

Samael frowned slightly, somewhat surprised.

"There's nothing I can do. I'm just an outer member responsible for finding suitable candidates; I don't have the authority to access the inner circle's core secrets."

The white man shrugged, looking both helpless and innocent.

There are different social classes among people, and magicians are no exception.

As an overseas investigator responsible for finding Masters for Chaldea, being sent to Japan where the chance of discovery is practically zero speaks volumes about his social class and status; at best, he's just one of the lowest ranks in Chaldea.

Originally, Harry Cesare Anderson was prepared to give up on himself, driving his adaptive testing vehicle disguised as a blood donation van around Kyoto, casually looking at classical temples and pavilions, and slacking off while receiving paid leave.

Unexpectedly, a silly roe deer actually came to their door.

Moreover, one is a rare ore with 100% suitability (two major inhibitory forces, isn't that perfect?), and the other is a rare plant witch.

Faced with two windfalls, staff member Anderson enthusiastically recommended that they study at Chaldea.

In fact, in order to get the couple on board, he even made a special trip to the Antarctic Circle and escorted them all the way to Chaldea.

After all, once he pulls off this job and gets the bonus, he'll have the money to buy a new car.

"Goodbye, gentlemen. If you ever make it big, remember to mention me to your superiors!"

Anderson, who had just boarded the helicopter, waved goodbye vigorously amidst the swirling snow, remembering to offer his words of encouragement.

As the towering white building receded into the distance and disappeared from view, the investigator on the plane suppressed his smile, wiped the sweat that had unknowingly turned into ice crystals on his forehead, and patted his chest with lingering fear.

For some reason, he always felt that the building called Chaldea gave him a very dangerous feeling.

It's like the gaping maw of a giant beast.

Once you fall in, you'll be torn apart, chewed up, and turned into a pile of dregs.

Therefore, he always avoids deliberately lingering in haunted places.

Since I've already received the bonus, I can just leave some access information to get by. It's just a job; knowing too much won't do me any good.

Anderson opened his iPhone and looked at the extra balance in his account. He immediately beamed with joy and became even more eager to return to that warm Far East and continue his leisurely life of shopping and visiting temples.

Moreover, I estimate that I'll be able to drive a new car by then.

So, which is better, German or Nissan?

As the investigator pondered, he disappeared into the swirling snowstorm aboard the roaring helicopter.

Meanwhile, inside the disinfection passage of Chaldea.

While enduring the spray of disinfectant with disgust, Hinako turned to look at Samael across from her, frowning as she asked.

"Didn't you give that guy a hint?"

"Maybe this kid is just more alert."

Samael shook his head helplessly, recalling Anderson's eagerness to slip away.

After receiving an urgent plea for help from Maris Billy on the streets of India, he entrusted the young Yang Yuhuan to Tamamo-no-Mae's care and, along with Akuta Hinako, rushed to Kyoto to meet with the investigator.

Although they had already obtained the certification notice issued by Marisbury, it still felt a bit inappropriate to visit them alone. To be on the safe side, it would be more reliable to weave a chain of evidence and have this marginalized investigator personally escort them to Chaldea.

To this end, Samael also implanted some false memories into the other side, just in case.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered Chaldea, the investigator immediately packed up and ran away, not wanting to stay even a second longer.

Clearly, I didn't intend for him to be cannon fodder...

Fortunately, the grumpy old man next to him was surprisingly reliable for once.

“Never mind, I’ve been to Chaldea with Marisbury before, I know the way ahead.”

Afterwards, as soon as the disinfection was finished, Hinako and the others rushed out of the passage.

However, as soon as she stepped outside, a white figure as fast as lightning swept over her head and pounced straight on Samael's face, knocking the mighty God of Original Sin over.

"Fuu~ Fuu~!"

Amidst the strange, short, and adorable cries, a furry paw kept slapping against that handsome face.

"Stop! Stop! I can hear you, I can hear you!"

Samael, realizing what was happening, grabbed a small white-furred beast that had suddenly appeared from his head and held it up in front of him.

Coming to her senses, Hinako turned to look at the cute little white beast that resembled a puppy. Out of a woman's nature, she couldn't help but lean forward and hug it, giving it a little rub.

"what?"

"Let me give you a grand introduction to the legendary fourth beast, the demon hound Casey Palug."

"..."

In an instant, Hinako, who was a beat slow to react, froze and instinctively flung the harmless Beast of Calamity in her hand forward.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the white unidentified flying object landed squarely on Samael's face.

At the same time, two clear claw marks appeared on the side of that face.

Samael grinned, pulled the ferocious fourth beast off his face again, held it up to his face, and asked irritably.

"Fufu, tell me honestly, how did you get here?"

Upon hearing this, the fourth beast in front of him bristled, bared its teeth, and growled angrily.

"Fu... Fuu... Fufu!"

"Merlin and Kay made a drinking bet to see if the time it took you to fall from the tower was odd or even. If it was even, Merlin would drink, and if it was odd, Kay would drink. So they threw you back and forth down the mage tower?"

Samael deciphered the meaning behind the cry, his face gradually darkening, and his lips twitching violently.

"This does sound like something they'd pull off, so what's next?"

"Fu-woo~ Fu-woo~ Fu!"

"You took advantage of their drunkenness, kicked each of them, and even overturned all the wine Merlin had hidden in the garden?"

Samael stared at Fufu's animated gestures and her furry little face radiating a vengeful pleasure, speechless for a moment.

It has to be said that these two little Fufu spirits are truly a pair of sworn enemies.

However, it's better to separate.

"So, to avoid being skinned alive by Merlin after he wakes up, you ran away from Britain and sought refuge elsewhere?"

"Fuu! Fuu!"

"That doesn't make sense either. Why come to this desolate, freezing place when there are so many backup hideouts?"

"Fu~fu~fuwu!"

"You smell Galahad?"

Samael deciphered the beast language and nodded slightly.

As a noble Grail Knight, Galahad often feeds Fou, a friendly attitude that puts him miles ahead of Merlin, the old liar who was Fou's original owner.

Therefore, Fufu still has a rather favorable impression of that Grail Knight.

It's understandable that she would follow him to Chaldea after smelling his scent and being concerned for his safety.

If I remember correctly, there is indeed a "Galahad" in Chaldea.

At that moment, the white-furred little beast in front of him seemed to have thought of something, and began to gesticulate and shout excitedly.

"You said she's up ahead and needs my help?"

"Fu!"

Seeing that they were finally getting to the point, the white-furred little beast nodded excitedly, then quickly broke free from Samael's grasp, jumped to the ground, circled around his trouser leg, and then darted towards the fork in the road ahead.

"Hey, that's the infirmary! We haven't reported for duty yet!"

Hinako quickly reminded him, but seeing that Samael had already buried his head and chased after her, she stomped her foot in anger and had no choice but to follow in dejectedly.

Soon, led by Fufu, the two arrived at the closed door of the medical room.

Samael frowned, about to kick open the thick security door, when he saw Fufu slowly walk forward, leap high, and slap the access control screen with her paw.

"Drip~!"

Accompanied by a crisp and pleasant electronic synthesized sound, the sealed door slowly opened.

The white-furred beast strolled leisurely into the medical room, turning back to wave at Samael and his companion standing at the door.

Damn, as expected, it's the only creature with the privilege of being able to roam freely in Chaldea.

This little guy's privileges are actually higher than theirs!

So, two people combined are still not as good as a dog?

The two newly arrived trainees, with faces as black as the bottom of a pot, walked into the medical room, thinking of this.

"Fu!"

Fufu guided Samael with her calls again, and she immediately saw a frail figure curled up on a medical bed in the corner, with Fufu, who had entered first, standing guard beside her.

She was a girl with short pink hair, her shapely body clad in a black, tight-fitting combat suit.

Although she was fully armed, she still couldn't hide her frail and delicate aura, like a daisy about to wither.

"Is she hurt?"

Samael caught a whiff of blood in the air, frowned, and strode forward.

Suddenly, a pale little face with its eyes closed came into view.

Samael's face turned serious. He gently lifted the girl's hands, which were pressing against her lower abdomen, and saw a gruesome cut that sliced ​​through the black light armor, leaving a long, narrow mark on her snow-white skin.

As the object pressing on the wound was removed, bright red blood gushed out.

As blood continued to be lost, the girl's vital signs became increasingly weak.

"Don't move! Let me see..."

Hinako Akuta, a witch of the plant family, stepped forward, raised her hand to cover the wound, and began to chant a simple healing spell.

A touch of green light, originating from the vitality of plants, shines on the wound.

The damaged skin and flesh began to grow back, and the torn wounds gradually healed.