Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Tina wrinkled her delicate nose and moved closer to the ancient snake, her expression full of affection.

"I'll find time to spend with you during the day, but not at night."

Looking at that innocent and pure pretty face, Samael's intention to tighten his expression, put on a stern posture, and give a few words of reprimand was immediately shattered. He could only surrender by raising his hands and giving her earnest advice.

Tina, puzzled, tilted her head and looked at the ancient snake with a confused expression.

"Because you can't yet understand what true liking is."

"Let's wait until later..."

The ancient serpent sat coiled on the riverbank, gently stroking Tina's little head, and murmured with a wry smile.

He has always been quite sentimental, and he once had a strong fondness and longing for Tiamat, the goddess he still remembers.

As the wheel of fate turns, two separated souls become entangled with each other.

In total, the mother goddess Tiamat saved him three times.

As they spent more time together, Samael felt pity for Tiamat's tragic fate.

Samael was moved by that kindness towards humans.

The pity and protection they showed him made Samael fall completely for them.

Naturally, this liking blossomed into love between the two.

Unfortunately, it's currently only one-sided. Tina, having lost her intellect, probably can't understand what love truly is.

He was indeed a lecherous snake, and he cunningly took advantage of Anna, Ishtar, and Ereshkigal on numerous occasions.

However, this is on the premise that they possess complete judgment, and that their borderline behavior is limited to this.

The only time it crossed the line was because its owner tacitly approved of it.

In the end, Ishtar ruined the good thing; they were lying together, only able to look but not touch.

Therefore, while he may like it, he would never stoop to the level of Zeus, who would resort to any means to satisfy his desires, including rape, abduction, and deception.

Perhaps this is the human soul nurtured in a society governed by the rule of law, which is neither inherently good nor inherently evil.

Although that sense of moral constraint has gradually weakened, it still maintains its own principles and bottom line.

Therefore, no matter how strong his lust was, he would never push Tina, the Mother of Origins, down while she was in a state of intellectual deficiency.

Only when Tina's divinity is elevated to suppress her animalistic nature, and her emotions are restored, can her complete self-awareness be revived.

At that point, it was a natural progression, and he would never refuse; in fact, he would be happy to try out eighteen different positions.

Even the erotic scenes of mother-daughter rice bowls and sisters' rice bowls had crossed his mind more than once.

Moreover, the name Tina served two purposes: firstly, to conceal Tiamat's original divine name, preventing it from being revealed in the Greek world.

On the other hand, it also allows a certain rebellious son with boundless lust to break taboos and have the evil intention of overthrowing the Mother Goddess without any psychological burden.

Food and sex are human nature.

It's not shameful to be a pervert.

In this chaotic era where force can determine the rules and moral constraints are rather ridiculous, "possessiveness" and "wanting everything" are not necessarily wrong.

But a pervert who has no basic moral compass is not only shameful, but also terrifying.

After gathering his thoughts, Samael's serpentine pupils opened and closed, and his right hand shot out with lightning speed, pulling out two large, blue-scaled fish covered in sharp teeth and slamming them unconscious on the riverbank.

"Bring the seasonings and new firewood; we're having fish today."

"After breakfast, let's go hunting nearby, kill a few more monsters, and replenish our strength."

Upon hearing the ancient serpent's instructions, Tina immediately suppressed her confusion and excitedly ran to the newly opened kitchen.

Following her memory, the goddess retrieved several spices one by one, licking her lips midway, clearly longing for and liking those seasoned foods.

After all, spices were plentiful, and even though Samael's skill level was average, the impact on the taste buds, and the cuisine's pursuit of naturalness and primitive divine style, made it virtually invincible.

There's a joke that goes something like this: "With this kind of seasoning, even dipping the soles of your shoes in it would taste delicious."

After a cooking operation that even professionals would consider subpar, a dozen fish bones, sucked clean and white, lay scattered around Samael and Tina.

The feeling of being fully full made the two of them appear somewhat lazy and comfortable in their every move.

However, just as Samael was preparing to take Tina out hunting to digest their food and improve their strength, the vines vibrated, and a rapid sound of wind chimes came from the cave entrance.

The image of the blonde nymph fairy from yesterday immediately appeared within the magic circle used for spying.

Daphne?

I think I promised her something today? Tsk, what a persistent little girl.

Since this debt collector has shown up, today's travel plans are ruined.

Samael tapped his head and shook his head at Tina with a slightly apologetic and helpless expression.

The goddess nodded understandingly and watched her caretaker leave.

Anyway, there are many interesting things in this cave, and she wouldn't get bored even after playing there for several days.

Moreover, if you behave well, Samael will definitely praise you when he comes back!

What kind of reward would you like?

Touching your head, cleaning your ears, taking a bath, or sleeping together?

The goddess blinked her bright eyes, a hint of longing in her innocent gaze.

Chapter Nine: Escort Services (1/2)

Mist swirled in the forest, and the bushes connecting the path rustled softly.

A moment later, two figures, one large and one small, emerged from the depths of the cave and arrived at a clear body of water.

"So, this is your home?"

"Now, can you at least explain why you invited me here?"

Samael shrunk the nymph Daphne, who was sitting on his shoulder, to about three inches, pinched her wings, and lifted her down.

The small building in front, mainly composed of trees, vines, and stones, adorned with flowers and plants, and decorated with seashells and gemstones, has a touch of naturalism and Rococo style.

I don't know what got into this girl, but she insisted on inviting him to her house today. As for the specific reason, she kept stammering and wouldn't say it on the way.

This left the ancient snake completely bewildered and quite puzzled.

"Ugh, you're so long-winded, go inside, go inside!"

She broke free from Samael's grasp and transformed into a normal-sized nymph amidst the shimmering light.

Daphne went around behind the ancient snake, muttering something, and shoved and carried the guest into the cabin.

"Wait, I can do it myself. Your door is so small, you're going to bump into it! You're going to bump into it!"

Forced to move forward, the ancient snake quickly ducked and shrank its head, speechless at the sight of the rough and unruly little nymph.

If it weren't for the fact that you helped me out, I would have hung you up and whipped you to death with a rattan cane!

Samael's face darkened, and before entering the room, he didn't forget to give Daphne a soft reminder.

"It's settled then, this is the final condition. Don't bother me all the time in the future."

"Fine, fine, you stingy thing! Anyway, your place isn't fun at all!"

Daphne, who has a tendency to be a spoiled brat, pushed Samael by the back and used all her strength to lure the guest into her home.

Upon entering, the room, which had been magically expanded, was even more spacious and expansive than expected.

Some strange and unusual flowers and plants, the skeletons of magical beasts, and the shells of aquatic creatures were all placed in different places by Daphne, who has a slight collecting habit, as decorations.

The fledgling eagle that the girl just got yesterday is drinking spring water and chewing on lean meat in a cage woven from rattan in front of the window, and its condition has improved considerably.

Further inside, a small bed with a soft plant base and petals covering the top is faintly visible through the doorway.

In conclusion, the internal structure perfectly matches the racial preferences of the nymphs: fresh, natural, and beautiful.

As soon as she sat down on the rustic rattan chair, Daphne rushed off to the kitchen where the meal was being prepared, chattering excitedly as if she wanted to claim credit.

"Cousin, cousin, I've caught this guy."

Cousin? Is anyone else at home?

Just as Samael was filled with doubt, a goddess dressed in a white gauze dress, blindfolded, and with an elegant demeanor, walked gracefully towards him, carrying tea and wild fruit.

After politely nodding to each other, the three took their seats, and the goddess exuded a serene and solemn aura.

Even Daphne, who is usually a bit of a wild child, sat obediently next to the blonde goddess, with her hands on her knees, like a docile baby.

At the same time, the girl's sparkling gaze toward the blonde goddess was full of admiration and longing, clearly indicating that she had already regarded her as a peer to be close to and emulate.

The ancient snake picked up a cup of tea, took a small sip, and the refreshing and sweet taste blossomed on the tip of its tongue, flowing down its throat and into its limbs and bones.

Samael looked down at the light cup between his fingers, which was made from a solidified trumpet-shaped flower with a slender tube. The nectar inside was probably a mixture of nectar and dew.

It seems that even in the primitive age of gods, there was no shortage of ways to enjoy life.

Immediately, his thoughts returned to normal, and the ancient snake smiled and asked.

"Excuse me…"

"Astraea, just call me by my name."

The blonde goddess smiled gently and responded.

Astraea? That name seems vaguely familiar; I feel like I've heard it somewhere before.

Samael twirled the flower-shaped teacup, a hint of confusion unconsciously creeping into his eyes, and his brow furrowing slightly.

However, neither the old nor the new twelve main gods seem to have this name?

in the end……

"Samael? Samael!"

Just as the ancient serpent was lost in thought, a series of increasingly loud shouts came from beside him, instantly waking him up.

"Astraea is talking to you! Tch, how rude!"

The nymph Daphne, with her hands on her hips, stood up and leaned close to his ear, her expression slightly displeased.

"Excuse me, is there something wrong?"

Astraea gently tugged at Daphne beside her, pulling the indignant girl back to her original position so she could face Samael and ask curiously.

"It's nothing, it's a beautiful name, it means 'stars,' right?"

The ancient snake snapped out of its daze, smiled apologetically, banished the distracting thoughts from its mind, sat up straight, and decided not to dwell on the name.

It's important to understand that even in a technologically advanced future, figuring out the pantheon of the Greek gods and memorizing the names of the corresponding mythological figures would be an incredibly difficult task.

He wasn't a professional expert in Greek theology, and with so much time having passed, it's inevitable that he would have overlooked some things.

Since they aren't core entities like the old and new twelve main gods that are crucial to my plans, I'll just let it go.

Besides, the relatives recommended by Daphne shouldn't have any major malicious intent.

Even so, the rather cautious Samael still paid a little more attention, and after slightly organizing his thoughts, he opened his mouth to ask.

"So, you were looking for me? Is there anything I can help you with?"

It was clear that it wasn't Daphne who wanted to bring him here from near the cave, but Astraea.

The Goddess of the Stars nodded demurely, bent down and took out a wooden board divided into squares and dyed with different colors from under the table. In the two open boxes, there were also chess pieces carved with different prototypes.

"I'm sorry, Daphne might be a bit impatient; I didn't explain things clearly on the way."

"I just think this game is very interesting and I want to learn more about its rules."

Chess…

He made this little gadget on the spur of the moment to appease this brat.

So it turns out it was all about playing chess.

Samael's lips twitched inwardly, speechless, and he felt a sense of relief.

After all, what major risks could there be in something like this?

The corresponding chess pieces were all given names and appearances of existing Warcraft creatures. Although it is called chess, it is more like a game of animal chess that retains the basic rules.