Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

And so, Diana grew up slowly on the secluded paradise island.

Only after the Holy Lance was unharnessed and mysteriously returned was the girl, who had been confined on the island for nearly a thousand years, allowed to leave Paradise Island and embark on a journey to the human realm with the Amazon logistics company founded by CEO Penthesilea.

The majority of the artifacts on Diana's body were originally the set that Athena had made for Samael. It wasn't until later, when she acquired the Gold Sagittarius Cloth, that the original pieces were discarded and left on Mount Ares.

When Samael first met Diana, who was fully armed, he felt a strong sense of déjà vu because the scene was exactly like his own back when he was posing as "Theseus" and wandering around the newbie village in full gear.

I knew it looked familiar...

As the ancient snake sorted through the jumbled thoughts in his mind, he looked at his daughter who had suddenly appeared before him and smiled bitterly to himself.

Although he has raised countless children, almost all of his previous little ones were spoiled by him, and they were always thinking about him...

Faced with his only daughter with whom he shared a pure blood relationship, Samuelton felt a headache coming on and didn't even know how to get along with her.

At this moment, Diana, who had recovered from her shock, bent down to pick up the parts on the ground, held the reassembled Beretta 92F in her hand, sought a false sense of security, and then looked up at her nominal "father" and spoke softly.

"Then, Your Majesty, why are you in Snowfield City instead of enjoying blessings at Mount War God?"

As he spoke, the muzzle of his Beretta 92F, tilted downwards, hovered intentionally or unintentionally around Samael.

Clearly, both in terms of how she addresses him and in her actions, this "daughter" is not fond of the so-called "father."

Samael did not find this behavior of a "filial daughter" offensive.

Unlike the traditional Eastern emphasis on the relationship between ruler and subject, father and son, and the importance placed on filial piety, the West has a traditional patricide complex. For them, surpassing and defeating their father signifies growth by breaking free from shackles.

The gods Zeus, Odin, and the Messiah, which are rooted in Western culture and beliefs, all basically seized power from the "Father" and rose to power.

Besides, for thousands of years, he had been so busy that he had almost forgotten that he had such a daughter on Paradise Island.

Since he failed to fulfill his duties as a "father," why should Diana be expected to fulfill her responsibilities as a "daughter"?

Therefore, seeing Diana's cold attitude, Samael, who was having a headache about how to handle the relationship between father and daughter, breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good to get along simply.

Having resolved the most difficult problem, Samael breathed a sigh of relief and explained his purpose for coming.

"Singularity? The continuation of human reason?"

Upon hearing the details, Diana frowned deeply, remained silent for a moment, then looked at her father with a complicated expression and spoke softly.

"It seems that our goals may be aligned."

"what?"

Diana's answer truly took Samael by surprise.

Seeing the surprise on Samael's face, Diana casually took out an ID from the inside pocket of her suit and handed it to her father.

The blue starlight and the gold-plated FBI letters immediately caught Samael's eye, causing him to twitch his lips involuntarily.

"Not long ago, I was given a secret order by President Thomas Edison to come to Snowfield City to investigate a serious arms smuggling case."

Diana, an FBI agent, pretended not to notice her father's subtle reaction and continued to explain quietly.

"But as the investigation deepened, I discovered that things weren't so simple. Those people seemed to be plotting to overthrow the government, and all the information pointed to two organizations—the Illuminati and the Freemasons..."

As she spoke, Diana pulled out several photos from the extra compartment of her wallet and handed them to her father.

Samael frowned slightly as he looked at the triangular pattern and the symbol of the "All-Knowing Eye".

The term "Illuminati" refers to the Bavarian Illuminati, an organization founded by German professor Adam Wesefputt, who firmly believed in the ideals of the Enlightenment and sought to promote these ideals among the elite. He hoped to educate Illuminati members on reason, charity, and other secular values ​​so that they could influence political decisions when they came to power.

Freemasonry, it is said, originally originated as a guild of lower-class stonemasons in the Middle Ages, and was despised by "humanities scholars" in universities during the Renaissance. It later evolved into a religious fraternal organization, which then spread throughout the world, and many elites in the scientific, political, and business fields joined it.

As times have changed, although both have moved from the forefront to behind the scenes, their inherent "elite" attributes undoubtedly give these two organizations significant influence across business, science, politics, and culture.

They have always been committed to permeating this influence into the global landscape.

As the chairman of the Dark Council, Samael didn't care much about the changing landscape of the human world, but he had at least heard of their great reputation.

Samael casually tossed the documents and photos to Diana, shaking his head and scoffing.

"It seems our lion-headed president isn't quite satisfying the shadow government in the White House..."

Upon hearing this, Diana was visibly taken aback. She looked intently at her nominal father, a hint of surprise and curiosity gradually emerging in her calm eyes.

Whether it's the Illuminati or the Freemasons, these secret organizations, since they haven't come out into the public eye, are at most just ordinary folk associations.

Their desire to influence national policy and intervene in the global landscape relies on organizations and personnel infiltrating government departments. These members of the Illuminati and Freemasons, along with their influence in capital, science, culture, and other areas, together form the hidden power core of the United States—the shadow government.

It is well known that the president of the United States changes every year, but many White House staff can be stationed there permanently.

Therefore, in the past, the shadow government has had more influence and political foundation than the nominal president.

However, with the mysterious return, the previous pattern of "rule by elites" was broken, and the influence of the shadow government was greatly weakened.

The newly elected President Lionhead not only reconciled with Native Americans and strengthened centralization of power, but also poured large sums of aid into Central and South American countries, almost running counter to the original political direction of the United States and greatly damaging the interests of these elites.

The pie of power is only so big; if you get a bigger slice, others get a smaller slice. This is an irreconcilable conflict.

Therefore, once the crisis passes and the political situation gradually stabilizes, the powerful Thomas Eddie will inevitably face a backlash from the shadow government.

Out-of-control mechanized infantry in the Black Forest, combat units appearing in the city, thermobaric weapons that are extremely difficult to manufacture, and the ley line modification of Snowfield City that is almost impossible to hide from everyone...

All these signs indicate that the restless elites have already begun to take action.

The Holy Grail War in Snowfield City is probably the intersection of all the conspiracies.

After witnessing the mysterious power firsthand, the elites of the shadow government understood that to restrain the lion-headed president, they needed to seek a higher level of mystery.

Samael still had no clue why a small Holy Grail War could create a singularity that shook the very foundations of human reason.

Right now, all we can do is patiently unravel the mystery and slowly find the answer.

"Since we share the same goal, why don't we cooperate and exchange information with each other first?"

After sorting out his thoughts, Samael took the initiative to befriend his nominal daughter, recounting what he had seen and heard since entering Snowfield City, and then asked her with a smile.

"So, Diana, what about you? What have you found out?"

“Two people, Faldius Dioran and Orlando Reeve…”

Diana put her Beretta 92F back into its holster, solemnly began to recount the intelligence she possessed.

Faldius is a magician affiliated with a US national agency. He studied at the Clock Tower and is aware of the behind-the-scenes secrets of this Holy Grail War. His clan manipulated the spiritual veins of Snowfield City, used an engraved Fuyuki Holy Grail rubbing, and summoned pseudo-Servants to replenish the ley lines, thus initiating the true Holy Grail War.

Currently, he appears to be leading a secret force, secretly carrying out his plans.

Orlando is the sheriff of Snowfield City, responsible for providing support and intelligence for this operation; he is also a magician.

Samael shook his head and chuckled, his tone mocking: "Tsk tsk, the police and the military are both involved. It seems our Lion Head President isn't very popular."

Diana, hearing the gloating in his words, rolled her eyes in annoyance: "Mother said the scene when you first returned to Mount Ares was even more lively than this..."

"..."

For a moment, Samael's smile froze, and his gaze turned resentful.

“Diana, you’ve made a fortune in America, your Amazon business is thriving, you’re living a good life, you have the police and the law protecting you, and you’ve even got the FBI’s backing. Yet the moment we met, you were shouting and threatening to kill me. What did I do to make you disrespect me so much that you won’t even call me Father?”

"..."

Now it was Diana's turn to be bewildered, looking speechlessly at her suddenly appearing, dramatic father.

"Haha, just kidding."

However, after teasing his own daughter for a while, the scoundrel smiled and changed the subject, casually asking a question.

"By the way, how did you end up joining the FBI?"

"After graduation, it was hard to find a job. I didn't want to go back to Amazon because they always treated me like a kid. So I just randomly sent out a few resumes in order of salary, and I ended up getting an interview by accident."

Diana shrugged and recounted her dramatic job-hunting experience.

Samael noticed the somewhat unfocused look in those eyes, smiled slightly, and didn't delve any further. He then changed the subject and got down to business seriously.

"By the way, who were you fighting just now? They were evenly matched with you."

"do not know……"

Diana shook her head, pondered for a moment, and then described it in a low voice.

"I only remember that she was a woman completely covered by a black cloak, her face was hidden by a black veil, she was proficient in all kinds of assassination methods, and she felt very dangerous."

For people living in the United States, this attire is basically synonymous with terrorists.

The iconic Middle Eastern attire and the various combat skills described reminded Samael of someone.

No, it couldn't be her, could it?

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Walking in Darkness, Serving the Light (4.2lk)

As the father and daughter were talking, the air around them gradually became humid, and wisps of white mist filled the supermarket.

"coming!"

Diana's expression hardened, her face changed slightly, and she instinctively stepped forward to shield Samael.

Seeing this, the ancient snake felt relieved and very satisfied with his daughter's performance.

Although he understood that for this compassionate Amazonian warrior, she was simply instinctively protecting innocent people.

At this moment, thick white fog filled the entire first floor of the supermarket, and the shapes of various creatures such as giants, snakes, beauties, and giants took shape in the churning fog.

The Jinni are a special race in Arabian mythology, created by God from the black, smokeless flame. They existed long before humans and possess powerful magic and supernatural abilities; the Jinni are usually invisible, only becoming visible when they choose to reveal themselves.

Most spirits are benevolent, although their mischievous nature often leads people to misjudge their morality. Spirits understand the principle of repaying kindness with kindness and an eye for an eye. Some spirits, due to vows, will protect people with special karmic connections and help them achieve their greatest wishes in life; others will appear when summoned by incantations, spells, and rituals, and will be driven and commanded by them; however, some spirits are not friendly to humans, will not respond to summons, or will inflict malicious influence against the summoner's will.

"Roar!"

The town nuns, formed from condensed mist, roared and surrounded the area from all sides, crashing through shelves like solid objects as they headed straight for the heretics.

It's those damn things again, damn it!

Seeing so many Arabian elves immune to physical attacks swarming towards her, Diana cursed under her breath, raised her arms, and made a gesture as if to smash her silver wristbands against them, preparing to use shockwaves to disperse these troublesome creatures.

However, a hand gently rested on her shoulder, pulling her behind him, and a low, poetic murmur began.

"The Lord of the Day of Retribution,"

We only worship you and ask for your help.

Please guide us on the right path.

The way you help is not the way of the condemned or the lost…

After a moment of contemplation, he gently waved his other hand, and the mist before him and the town spirits that emerged from it vanished like smoke.

"Senior, you're alright? That's great!"

Before the fog had completely dissipated, Mash, upon hearing that familiar voice, rushed in excitedly, looking her Master up and down with a sigh of relief.

Samael looked at the junior in front of him and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"why you?"

"I heard an explosion just now, and I was a little worried, so I called Assassin to come and help!"

Mashu quickly answered, pointing behind her.

Looking in that direction, a graceful woman shrouded in a black cloak stood in front of the supermarket. Her delicate face was hidden by the black veil, and her ruby-like eyes gazed intently at Samael's figure. Her voice was clear and melodious.

"Are you also a believer (Muslim) who follows the Sunnah?"

The hymn that this person just spoke comes from the opening of the Quran. It is the first book of the entire Quran and serves to clarify the purpose and dispel falsehoods.

Therefore, the purer the faith, the greater the power that divine words can exert.

The ability to dispel the demons she summons with mere words is something that only scholars of the Great Ayatollah level and a few legendary sages could accomplish.

At that moment, Samael looked at the woman's iconic Middle Eastern attire, sensing that familiar, mysterious aura, and a smile played on his lips as he slowly spoke.

"Walking in darkness, serving the light..."

"Nothing is true, everything is permitted!"

The woman subconsciously picked up the second half of the sentence, then came to her senses, her pupils widening slightly as she looked at the young man with a distinctly Eastern face in astonishment.

"Are you also a member of the Order?"

"In a sense, so."

Samael smiled and nodded, his answer ambiguous.