Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Although this woman is often eccentric and rarely smiles, she is cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

The reason why she was able to smoothly pass through her childhood and successfully take over Jotunheim was not only due to the potential role of Fenrir and Hela, but also, and most importantly, the nurturing, protection and strong support of Skadi, the goddess of winter.

But as the alluring curves still on the bed came to mind, the ancient snake felt a pang of guilt, but he gritted his teeth and continued to probe with further questions.

"So, why did you change your clothes?"

"Because it's fun. I've never played another role before, and I've never experienced a different life..."

Skadi answered as a matter of course.

hiss……

Have you ever considered that your beloved husband might also be part of the experience? And have another actor shout, "Your husband is amazing?"

Samael's forehead was covered in black lines, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed and inwardly curse.

"In addition, we made a bet: whoever's fake identity is exposed the last time will become the older sister..."

Skadi paused, then listlessly uttered another agreement.

As the goddess of winter, she represents destruction, cold, and desolation. In some legends, she and Scáthach, the queen of the Land of Shadows, are considered to be beings of the same origin.

However, since they share the same origin, there should be a hierarchy based on seniority. Determining the order through this entertainment is also a good pastime.

Samael seemed thoughtful and asked cautiously.

"So, you contacted me because..."

"Yeah, I lost. I was recognized by those suspicious ghosts yesterday, but they were still quite obedient..."

The Goddess of Winter yawned as she informed Samael of the results, then casually inquired about them.

"By the way, where's Scáthach?"

The figure inside the flagship control room froze instantly, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Before Chapter Nine, I had no choice.

More than ten minutes later, after exhausting his words and scheming to cover up his deception, the fraudster, who seemed to have been pulled out of the water, finally managed to fool his wife Skadi's check-up. Suspiciously, he crept along the wall and crept back to the flagship.

However, the moment he stealthily opened the door and crouched down to slip into the house, the scene inside made Samael's heart stop.

"Oh? Are you back?"

A languid, slightly nasal inquiry came from the dim light. As the graceful figure sat up straight, the silk quilt slipped down, and her cascading purple hair either draped over her snow-white shoulders or fell across her chest, subtly covering her undulating breasts.

"Cough cough... You woke up so quickly, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Samael, standing at the door, quietly withdrew his claws from the doorknob, turned around, and coughed dryly, trying to appear calm.

The Queen of the Shadow Kingdom glanced behind her, then stretched and stepped off the bed barefoot, her expression playful.

"So, you know everything? My friend, Samael..."

"I...I'm sorry, I...I..."

With the truth suddenly revealed, Samael, with no room for maneuver, looked embarrassed, ashamed, and even dared not face his good friend.

"I slept well last night."

"what?"

"Therefore, you have no need to feel guilty or ashamed."

"..."

In the eerie silence, Scáthach, standing by the bed, stretched her joints and coordinated her slender limbs, producing a series of crackling sounds.

"Why do you seem surprised?"

The Queen of the Land of Shadows turned her head to look at the person in the daze and asked calmly.

"Your reaction was too calm, too forgiving. I thought..."

Samael snapped out of his daze, as if waking from a dream, and muttered to himself with a wry smile, but stopped abruptly at a certain point.

"I thought I would be like those ordinary women, hiding in a corner, trembling, like a helpless sheep."

Or they might cry and wail, accusing you and acting like a victim, demanding comfort and compensation from you.

Or perhaps, in a fit of rage, they'll search everywhere for weapons, determined to kill you and exact revenge, to wash away their shame?

Scáthach, like a lioness surveying her territory, walked over with elegant and composed steps, squeezing the flustered Samael into a corner, raising her eyebrows and asking in a half-smile.

For a moment, the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom, who had taken the initiative, made Samael appear quite vulnerable, more like a lamb that had been abused the night before.

Samael, hiding in the corner, avoided the spring scenery that was lingering in front of him, and responded with admiration and compliments.

"Your Majesty, your magnanimity and open-mindedness have truly impressed me."

"You weren't in the know. On the contrary, I was determined to win this bet with Skadi and chose to deliberately keep it a secret. It was just an unexpected incident in the plan. Once it was done, it was done. Why shift the blame onto others?"

After a moment of contemplation with a faint smile, Scáthach raised her hand and patted Samael on the shoulder, her expression arrogant.

"Besides, if I had really been determined to resist, you wouldn't have been able to touch my bed at all last night."

"you……"

Samael was taken aback, but then a smug look of instinctive smugness, typical of male creatures, flashed in his eyes.

"I just hate the feeling of losing, you know?"

Scáthach glanced at the man in front of her, then calmly extinguished his fantasy.

The Queen's gaze was calm yet sharp, like a long, gleaming spear.

“My friend, I admire your talent and skill. Don’t let such trivial matters interfere with our relationship.”

"Don't worry, I've always considered you a close friend I can rely on, and this sincere feeling will never change!"

Samael spoke with conviction, but his gaze flickered and wandered the moment Scáthach turned around, revealing the impressive curves of her chest.

The Queen of the Shadow Kingdom looked pleased and her eyes showed appreciation. She casually took off the elegant purple dress and the exquisite silver crown from the clothes rack and dressed herself without any hesitation in front of her close friend.

Samael consciously turned his back and closed his eyes, but the rustling sound that entered his ear canal made him feel restless and anxious.

At the same time, with his eyes closed, the enchanting moments of last night lingered, repeatedly replaying in his mind, filtering through frame by frame.

It seems reasonable that Scáthach is the older sister.

Well, according to the stage of development...

Finally, the agonizing wait was drawing to a close, and Scáthach finally put on that more elaborate and gorgeous dress, concealing the spring light that filled the room.

"Your Majesty, you have won this bet. So, do you intend to revert to your original identity, or continue this role-playing?"

The unexpectedly good outcome put Samael at ease, and as he opened the door, he casually asked a question.

"I like things to start well and finish well, and it's a rare opportunity to unload my burdens, leave the Land of Shadows, and experience the lives of others..."

Scáthach closed her eyes, enjoying the sea breeze, a faint smile on her lips. Her aloof demeanor softened, making her appear more approachable.

"Alright, but remember not to let anything about last night slip by in front of Skadi..."

Samael nodded in agreement, but didn't forget to offer a reminder.

“My friend, you seem to have misunderstood something…”

However, Scáthach, standing under the sea breeze, opened her eyes and turned her head upon hearing this, her expression a half-smile.

“I have no reason to hold you accountable, but I also have no obligation to cover for you.”

If my dear sister Skadi asks, I will tell her the whole story…

"boom!"

Samael stumbled and nearly fell, his smug satisfaction at escaping the law vanishing completely.

Overwhelmed by his fluctuating emotions, he immediately grabbed Scáthach's arm with a mournful expression, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"Old friend, if Skadi knew, she'd skin me alive, freeze me into raw snake slices, and serve me on a platter!"

"Sliced ​​raw snake..."

The Queen of the Land of Shadows pondered for a moment, her expression serious, seemingly realizing the gravity of the situation, but then asked the question that caused Samael's heart to stop.

"…Is it tasty?"

"Your Majesty, is this a matter of whether it tastes good or not? People could die!"

The person involved caught their breath, raised their voice eight octaves, and went completely berserk.

"What does that have to do with me?"

Scáthach tilted her head, still with that nonchalant look and that ambiguous smile.

"..."

Samael was speechless, his facial muscles twitching violently, while he was inwardly cursing wildly.

You said you wouldn't hold grudges! You said you wouldn't retaliate! Turns out you were digging a pit for me to fall into!

A woman’s mouth is a liar!

In the end, the ancient serpent dejectedly raised its hands in surrender, its face filled with sorrow.

"Your Majesty, what can I do to get you to agree to help me? Please give me a way out! I don't want to be hunted down by Skadi before I even reach Greece!"

Scáthach smiled slightly, her slender arms outstretched, her five fingers curled, and two scarlet demonic spears with sharp thorns appeared in her palm.

"It's been a long time since we've sparred. Play a match with me, and if you win, I'll help you out..."

The Queen of the Shadow Kingdom slowly stepped forward, gazing down at the visitors from the Demon Realm, the only opponent in a thousand years who could rival her in spearmanship. Her pink tongue excitedly licked her lips and teeth, her scarlet eyes overflowing with fervor and desire.

"Do I have any other choice?"

What do you say, my friend?

Samael, resigned to his fate, summoned his cross spear and followed Scáthach, his face filled with immense sorrow, as if he were heading to his execution.

Beneath the half-open door, the sea breeze blew, the velvet comforter slipped down, and a dark red plum blossom stain appeared on the bed sheet, vivid and pure.

Chapter Ten: The Legendary Murder Scene

In the otherworldly space where silver-gray light shimmered, two figures, one in purple and one in black, stood facing each other.

Two sharp, yet restrained, beams of light were brewing an awe-inspiring power. The surrounding chaotic tide, which resembled a dragon or a venomous python, was torn apart and shredded by an invisible vortex. Thick clouds hung low, and a terrifying sense of oppression was like the collapse of a mountain range.

boom!

Suddenly, Scáthach's lips curled into a cold smile. The surrounding torrent of ether burst forth, and the purple light burned fiercely like flames. Her agile and swift figure instantly advanced a hundred meters, and her scarlet demonic spear, covered with ferocious barbs, slammed down from the air.

Samael's snake eyes narrowed. He had anticipated the sneak attack that came without warning and showed no regard for martial ethics. He shifted his feet to the side and dodged it. At the same time, he stepped within three feet of Scáthach. The black cross spear, which was sealed in the magic circle, hummed and trembled violently the moment it appeared in the world, its cold light flickering.

Gunshots flashed, thorns pierced, and the gusts of wind carried a mournful wail like the wailing of ghosts and gods.

The battle-hardened Queen Scáthach fully utilized her unparalleled martial arts skills to maintain the distance between the two at the optimal range for her magic spear to sweep and slash.

Samael, drawn into the rhythm, awakened his beastly powers, attempting to regain control of the battlefield by using the keen senses and reflexes of a snake to outmaneuver his opponent. However, after several attempts, he only left behind scratches from the thorns and returned empty-handed.

Scáthach took the initiative, her spear gleaming like a star, forcing Samael to parry and slash left and right, summoning her monstrous strength to resist the domineering magic.

The clash of the two forces nearly extinguished all life, and the sweeping light and shadow were like the scythe of death, piercing the space with countless holes.

Samael and Scáthach, in the eye of the storm, each sought out their opponent's weaknesses, subtly and precisely adjusting their postures to repeatedly avoid vital points. Their seemingly gruesome wounds healed quickly as the granulation tissue began to swell.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, ether raged and crashed, the sound of metal clashing was incessant, the battle became increasingly fierce, but the situation remained deadlocked.

In fact, in terms of pure marksmanship, Samael is slightly inferior to Scáthach.

After all, the ancient serpent had limited talent, and his current achievements were mostly the result of trial and error. The only person who could be considered his teacher was a hero like Leonidas, a last-generation god-blooded hero.

Therefore, Samael relied more on the manipulation of power, which in turn limited the honing of his marksmanship.

But this Queen of the Land of Shadows was a born fighting spirit; she had spent a thousand years of her heart and a thousand years of her life on those two demonic spears.

If a spear strike reaches perfection, even a god can be killed.

To gain a decisive advantage over Scáthach in marksmanship and achieve a decisive victory is virtually impossible.

"puff!"

As a chunk of flesh was torn from his ribs, Samael convulsed and groaned, retreating repeatedly, narrowly avoiding the demonic spear that was about to smash down on him. At this moment, the dripping blood had already floated and accumulated into shallow puddles in the spatial realm created by the two of them.