Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Heroes, demons, and gods silently witnessed this snowflake-like scene.

"—Reappear once more! The oath of the True Round Table, the distant ideal city (Lord Camelot)!"

A heavy cross-shaped shield stands tall in front, bursting with aurora!

Countless figures rushed to their respective battlefields.

This is a victory that is inevitable.

……

Samael smiled, quietly closed his eyes, and listened to the triumphant songs amidst the noise.

Chapter Fifty-Five: Not a single drop left.

Antarctic Circle, Chaldea.

Having finished her day's work, Cérezia, the clerk, walked out of the control room and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the corridor, gazing out.

Outside the window, the thick clouds on the horizon divided the setting sun into two fireballs with long tails, reflecting a dazzling light; the evening glow and the morning glow intertwined in two directions, and everything was bathed in red light.

Looking at the magnificent scenery in the sky, a hint of relief appeared on the clerk's tired face. He then took off his glasses and leaned against the wall to rub his slightly sore temples.

Sunrises in Antarctica are unique and generally a joyous phenomenon, as they signify the end of months of darkness and the beginning of months of continuous light—a phenomenon known geographically as the midnight sun.

The usual cycle of day and night doesn't really make me feel anything about the fleeting darkness.

However, after working in the polar regions and spending a long time in the dark, she found that she still preferred the light a little more.

After a short rest, the clerk put on his glasses and looked at his wristwatch.

It was just past 2 a.m.

The blizzard that had lasted for nearly a week finally stopped, and slivers of golden sunlight pierced through the leaden clouds, bringing a touch of warmth.

It looks like the next few days will be blessed with great weather.

The clerk felt even more at ease, as the aroma of roasted coffee wafted from around the corner.

"Want something to perk you up?"

My colleague, with short blond hair, glasses, and a slightly overweight build, handed me a steaming cup of espresso, with some golden bubbles floating on the surface.

The rich aroma of caffeine filled the clerk's nostrils, instantly invigorating him. He thanked her, accepted the warm mug, and took a sip.

Suddenly, an unexpected bitterness burst forth on her taste buds, and Celesera couldn't help but frown slightly.

Espresso has a rich, full-bodied flavor and forms the base of all other coffee beverages.

In the mid-20th century, Italians perfected the method of making espresso, which involves mixing 7 grams of finely ground coffee with 30-60 milliliters of water under 9 bar pressure, thus creating the classic Italian espresso, the kind we often drink at the base.

However, the colleague in front of me seemed to be French, and if I remember correctly, the French have a higher preference for strong coffee.

In short, it's even more bitter and intense...

The clerk mentally reviewed his memories of folk customs, then glanced at the slightly chubby young man beside him.

Jingle Abel Munir, the helmsman of the Chaldea expedition, is an excellent cook of authentic French cuisine and often makes French pastries to share with his colleagues and solicit their opinions on improvements. He is a very popular and easy-going person.

However, at this moment, this usually energetic colleague was yawning incessantly, with dark circles under his eyes, gulping down several mouthfuls of espresso, his eyelids, which were already drooping, were almost entirely propped up by the caffeine.

Of course, she is too...

After taking another sip of hot coffee, Celesella managed to muster some energy and suddenly felt that the bitterness wasn't so strong anymore.

"By the way, how's the exploration team's work progressing?"

"94%, it'll probably take another day or two before it's over..."

Munir's chubby face fell as he replied, and he looked quite dejected. His voice became weak and listless, like a salted fish that had been drained of all its moisture.

Upon hearing this, the clerk looked at his colleague with pity and couldn't help but silently mourn for him for a few seconds.

"Celesheira, what about you?"

"97%, still a little short..."

At this moment, the clerk had no intention of worrying about others, and his face was also full of depression.

This damn system maintenance!

The two colleagues exchanged a wry smile and cursed inwardly.

A week ago, Mooncell, which was in the trial operation phase, suddenly went out of control and took over the entire Chaldea, converting all facilities and personnel into spirit particles.

Although three days ago, the special envoy sent from above promptly brought the situation under control and restored the base to normal.

However, the various old programs and facilities of Chaldea that were transformed into spirit particles were still affected and damaged to varying degrees.

As a result, as soon as they were released from their spiritualized state, they had to switch to the inspection and maintenance of the entire Chaldea, working non-stop for three days and three nights.

However, they were lucky enough to wake up unharmed.

I heard that when Mooncell went out of control, the first batch of Masters who reported for duty were basically undergoing spirit transfer tests.

As a result of the system going berserk, their consciousness was all pulled into Mooncell's inner world, and they are still lying in life support pods, not knowing when they will wake up.

Coupled with the backlog of work over the past half week, the workload of these ordinary employees has increased significantly, and they have been treated like animals for the next three days.

Fortunately, these miserable days are finally coming to an end.

"Hold on!"

"The same to you!"

Two Chaldea employees, who had shared the same hardships, clinked their glasses, encouraged each other, and then, with tragic expressions, downed their espresso.

"Om~!"

As soon as the two put down their cups, the ground shook violently, and even the high-strength glass windows and alloy walls trembled slightly, as if a small earthquake had struck.

However, Munir and Seresella calmly picked up their coffee pots and refilled their cups.

Over the past three days, similar tremors have occurred a hundred or so times, and they have long since become accustomed to them.

I guess some area is under maintenance again, since the damage caused by the Mooncell system malfunction is quite severe.

Just as the two were sighing to themselves, a white-haired, golden-eyed fairy knight and a pink-haired loli holding a colorful picture book appeared at the end of the corridor in front of an alloy door, whispering to each other.

Yao Lan: Gamo and the others are so slow. Didn't we agree to meet here?

Nursery rhyme: What's going on? Why is the ground shaking like this?

The two girls exchanged a glance, stood on tiptoe, and reached out to pat the trembling alloy door in front of them.

A moment later, the door was pulled open a crack from the inside, and a purple-haired loli with rectangular pupils, wearing a black cloak, walked out of the room with a tense expression.

Yao Lan leaned forward and asked, "Where's Kama?"

Anna shook her head: "Kama is gone."

Tong Yao, standing next to her, had a big question mark above her head: "That's it?"

Anna nodded, gesturing expressionlessly.

"Her little universe was filled with something hotter than the flames of Shiva."

"As possible as the Big Bang."

"They can't come back alive..."

Upon hearing this, Yao Lan's eyes lit up, and she grabbed Anna's arm and shook it.

"Hey Anna, me too..."

"Let me have my 'big bang' too?"

"boom!"

As soon as Yao Lan finished speaking, a small fist slammed into her head.

"The dragon's sexual desire is truly..."

Tong Yao shook her head with a dark expression, clenched her little fists, and looked at the pitch-black bedroom with some indignation.

"We agreed to play with Master, but you rushed in first and hogged Master! That's outrageous!"

"That's right!"

Anna nodded repeatedly, raising her little fist in shared indignation.

However, upon realizing what was happening, Tong Yao glanced wistfully at Anna's... lips...

"Remember to wipe your mouth before you say that."

Anna paused slightly, then casually curled her pink tongue and ran it around her lips.

Munir and the clerk, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, trembled slightly as they held their cups.

After whispering to each other for a while in front of the door, the three little girls filed into the room.

A moment later, the tremors on the ground and the shaking around us seemed to intensify.

"boom!"

The two of them simultaneously jerked their hands, and the mugs fell to the ground and shattered on the floor.

So that's what happened during the Chaldea earthquake...

"Bang! Bang!"

Just as the same thought popped into their minds, everything went black before their eyes, and they both collapsed to the ground.

Martha, with her purple hair flowing down her shoulders, emerged from the shadows, stretching her wrists as she looked apologetically at the two Chaldea staff members at her feet.

I apologize, but for the sake of the Lord's honor...

The saint made the sign of the cross on her chest, sincerely repenting, while simultaneously casting seven or eight mental suggestions at the two unfortunate witnesses before quietly dragging them into the empty control room.

Incidentally, before leaving, Martha made sure to place two empty wine bottles next to them.

After resolving all the potential problems, the saintess carefully closed the door and looked irritably towards the end of the corridor.

Don't these guys know how to close the door?

After pacing back and forth for a while, the righteous saintess finally could not bear it any longer.

No, that's too blasphemous!

Martha stepped into that filthy place with her head held high, and locked the door behind her.

Then, the tremors on the ground and the shaking of the walls became even more intense.

The sun quietly climbed above the horizon, its dark red gradually turning into the golden hues of the rising sun. The gloom in Chaldea was gradually dispelled, and the indicator lights in the passageway were turned off.

As dappled golden sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a tightly closed alloy door at the end of the corridor opened.

"Snapped!"

One hand gripped the doorframe tightly, trembling slightly with excitement. The figure pressed against the wall raised its head to face the rising sun, its facial muscles twitching uncontrollably, a near-distorted, maniacal laugh spreading across its face.

I'm free! I'm finally free!

Samael gazed at the long-awaited sunlight outside the window, almost bursting into tears, while glancing back at the bedroom behind him with lingering fear.

In the darkness, wispy starlight scattered down.

At the edge of the starlight lies the Land of Shadows shrouded in gray mist, the island of Avalon surrounded by waters, Mount Ares hidden among the stars, the Paradise Lost lurking in hell, and the Sky Garden suspended in the sky…

It boasts sunny Hawaiian beaches, the bizarre and dazzling Holy Grail City, the opulent Buckingham Palace, and even more outrageous, a scene of utter devastation at the Notre Dame Cathedral…

In short, it is all-encompassing and diverse.

Each star is connected to an independent location.

Upon closer inspection, there are over a hundred different themes.

Fortunately, the doors connecting to them gradually faded, and the stars had extinguished their flames.

And finally, a star reflecting the Hawaiian beach sank into darkness.

As all the starlight faded, Samael, who had just been released from prison, couldn't wait to close the door, dart out of the bedroom, and head straight for the French windows. Gazing at the bright sunlight, he almost burst into tears.

Three years, three years!

Those women ruined him for three whole years!