Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

In the end, none of the monarchs who had contact with this femme fatale actually died at her hands.

Therefore, Tamamo-no-Mae has never tasted the fruit she planted after it had ripened.

"Well, that's not the point..."

Under the eerie gaze of the serpent's eyes, the calamity beast had been seen through. She came to her senses, realized her lapse in composure, and immediately changed the subject after a moment of distraction.

Immediately, in an attempt to regain control of the conversation, Tamamo-no-Mae moved closer, her eyes darting around. Her beautiful face, with its captivating and alluring charm, pressed against Samael's cheek, her thin cherry lips releasing a sweet breath.

"However, you can be my first meal..."

The calamity beast's pale fingertips lightly touched cherry-colored lips, its every gesture exuding a natural charm, like a blooming poppy.

Even if bees and butterflies know that this is an extremely poisonous creature, once they smell its fragrance or take a whiff, they become unable to resist, like moths to a flame, lingering in its embrace until their spirits are emptied, their bodies withered and emaciated, and finally, with a satisfied smile, they die in this flower field, becoming fertilizer to nourish this creature.

"Taking on responsibilities time and time again, bearing burdens time and time again, it must be exhausting, right...?"

Scrambling for a sliver of hope in dire straits, plummeting from the peak to the trough, battered and bruised, rising again, only to be wounded once more—don't you find that too exhausting?

But I would never abandon you. Come, please take my hand. The one climbing from the valley floor is my dearest, guiding you towards the pinnacle of happiness.

This time, forget about those troublesome trifles. Whether it's a life of debauchery or a pastoral idyll, the king has the right to choose his own life, the right to desire, and the right to enjoy it…

Tamamo-no-Mae's whispers, like a fine, sweet wine, are increasingly tender and intoxicating, reaching a height that even the best ASMR trigger sounds cannot match, making one wish to immediately abandon everything and immerse oneself in this beautiful dream.

Amidst their seductive whispers, the two grew ever closer, their hot breaths mingling on each other's skin.

"So, open your heart, entrust everything to me, cast aside these burdens, embark on a journey, and have a passionate love affair with someone. Then, obediently let me devour you at the end. I promise to give you an unprecedented first experience..."

Their eyes met, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air as their luscious lips drew closer inch by inch.

"Cough cough..."

However, at that moment, a sudden, clear, dry cough came, abruptly ending the intimate contact that was about to unfold.

Tamamo-no-Mae's fox ears perked up, and she stiffly turned her neck, only to see that under the flashing of several blessing runes, the surrounding air rippled like water, and three familiar figures appeared before her with their arms crossed.

Chapter 170 The Unlucky Romance Scammer

At this moment, on the mountain path behind, Skadi, the winter goddess of Jotunheim, had an icy expression on her face and a slight frown between her brows.

Ahead, Queen Scáthach of the Land of Shadows leaned against her crimson spear, a half-smile on her face, her expression mocking.

On the side of the cliff, Medusa, the Greek goddess of serpents, stands with her arms crossed and a resentful expression.

Six meaningful gazes focused on the crime scene, and an invisible divine power pressed in from the center in a triangular formation. Tamamo-no-Mae broke out in a cold sweat, quietly distanced herself from Samael, and gave a dry laugh with a shifty look in her eyes.

"When will you..."

"always there."

Skadi responded curtly, her voice tinged with displeasure.

Tamamo-no-Mae's fake smile froze as she recalled her declarations and performance, her expression stiffening.

"Then just now..."

"I heard everything. It was unexpectedly bold and quite interesting. After all, I don't dislike people who are straightforward about their own personality."

Scáthach twirled her magic spear, offering a fair assessment like a teacher watching a play, even with a hint of lingering enjoyment.

However, Tamamo-no-Mae's face darkened further, and her voice became increasingly hoarse.

"Weren't you going to the Argo...?"

"They didn't even get on the ship; they just sent me a signal."

Anna puffed out her cheeks and responded with a soft hum, then glared at the fox with displeasure in her snake-like eyes, her gaze full of hostility, and the scythe in her hand revealed its sharp edge with ill intent.

"I'm warning you, don't you dare lay a hand on Samael again, or I'll chop you up!"

However, Anna's angry threat had already been filtered out of Tamamo-no-Mae's ears.

At this moment, a fox spirit trapped in the center of the triangular formation looked at the three goddesses who were eyeing her menacingly. She vaguely sensed something strange, but couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong. Completely baffled, her mind was a complete mess.

"Don't you understand? In our hundreds of duels, I haven't lost, and he hasn't won either..."

Scáthach lightly wiped her magic spear, laughed heartily, her tone carrying a profound meaning.

“I hate hot food, he'll never prepare warm mead for me…”

Skadi raised an eyebrow, glanced at Samael, and tilted her smooth chin up slightly with a haughty air. The three of them exchanged a glance, a tacit understanding unspoken between them.

"so……"

Tamamo-no-Mae suddenly recalled the conversation the three had before they parted ways, and realized what was going on. She subconsciously turned her head and looked at Samael, who was slumped in front of the rock.

"Snakes are more cunning than foxes. You know that you shouldn't be alone when you're injured, how could I forget?"

Samael curled his lip and gave a snort of annoyance, completely unlike his previous infatuated demeanor.

"You lied to me! I was so worried about your injuries!"

Realizing that she was the one who had fallen into the trap, Tamamo-no-Mae looked like she was about to cry, accusing the perpetrator from the perspective of a victim.

"You're kidding me!"

However, before Tamamo-no-Mae could even muster any grief or sorrow, Samael, with a dark expression, smacked her on the head.

"This isn't meant to lure you out at all! Since arriving at Thermopylae, I've beaten up all the heroes the Persians have recruited, but none of them have seen Mithras, the legendary god who has supposedly descended upon the army. So I'm trying to see if I can entice him out."

Just to be on the safe side, I went to great lengths to separate from them, sending Scáthach and Skadi to contact reinforcements and call Anna to come and join me as soon as possible..."

At this point, Samael's face darkened considerably. He glanced at the pitiful-looking Tamamo-no-Mae and felt a surge of anger. He raised his hand and tapped the fluffy head again.

"I sensed a hint of danger near the battlefield earlier, and I thought it was Mithra who had taken the bait, but who knew it was you who jumped into the pit!"

Tamamo-no-Mae clutched her head and cried out, squatting down beside her, drawing circles in frustration.

"Never mind, it seems Mitra won't be showing up this time."

Samael rose and gazed at the blood-red setting sun and the battlefield where the smoke was gradually clearing. He shook his head helplessly and announced the failure of the trapping operation with a sense of dejection.

Meanwhile, Tamamo-no-Mae, who had adjusted her mindset, was somewhat indignant and couldn't help but complain.

"Since they were all here, why didn't you say so sooner!"

"You're acting so convincingly, why don't you play along a little? It'll be so awkward if there's an awkward silence..."

The ancient snake glanced at the wicked fox who was falsely accusing the other way around, and replied with a mocking tone.

"..."

Tamamo-no-Mae's expression froze for a moment. Recalling how she had acted like a madwoman in front of everyone, she felt as if tens of thousands of alpacas were galloping through her mind.

The shame and indignation that nearly killed the socially responsible fox caused its facial muscles to twitch violently, its teeth grinding together, as it glared at the wicked creature beside it.

"So, the breakup was fake, the fear was fake, even the attraction was fake, and even the hurt was so convincingly faked, all of which made me worry so much! This is blatant fraud! You're exploiting my feelings, that's so wicked!"

"puff!"

Tamamo-no-Mae, looking like she was about to cry, punched Samael in the chest to vent her anger. However, the ancient snake turned pale and immediately vomited a mouthful of purplish-black blood, then fell straight backward.

Realizing something was wrong, the sly fox turned pale and hurriedly hugged Samael, whose face was ashen.

"I'm... I'm really injured..."

The ancient snake coughed violently, looking resentfully at the scumbag fox who had almost knocked him unconscious, and uttered the answer with difficulty.

To deceive the enemy, you must first deceive yourself.

Marduk is known for his caution, to the point of being extremely timid.

Whether the plan was to lure Mithras into the Persian army or to expose the real mastermind Marduk, the mere trick of feigning injury was no match for the enemy's eyes.

Therefore, after the Flaming Demon Sword went out of control, Samael suffered a severe injury, which was originally quite unfavorable to the situation.

But as a seasoned cunning schemer, the ancient serpent simply took advantage of this, turning a disadvantage into an advantage by feigning weakness and using himself as bait to lure Marduk out of the Persian army and make his move there.

To be on the safe side, Scáthach and Skadi have contacted various places. Anna, Fenrir, and a group of Argonauts, the top combatants he trusts the most, are all part of Samael's ambush.

With the grand altar already partially completed, even a god-level opponent would be severely injured if they came, if not killed.

Unexpectedly, in this seemingly flawless plan, Marduk didn't jump out first; instead, a certain scumbag fox who was secretly following behind him and licking his paws fell into the trap first.

By the way, his injuries flared up again because of Tamamo-no-Mae's claw attack.

At this moment, the goddesses, realizing something was wrong, gathered around.

Stab it--!

Tamamo-no-Mae twitched her nostrils and tore open the cloth covering Samael's chest. Looking down, she couldn't help but gasp.

His skin, which should have been as white as marble, was now covered with red and black flame-like marks. Twisted characters radiated extreme malice, and the filthy lines, like flowing mud, continued to spread and climb towards Samael's neck.

This is... a curse! Its power is enough to kill even gods!

No wonder the Flaming Demon Sword went out of control; it was because it had been severely corrupted by the curse.

"Keep the gates of Thermopylae safe until I wake up. I might need to... take a nap..."

Samael gave everyone a reassuring look, then curled up in Tamamo-no-Mae's arms, her eyes gently closed, her voice gradually lowered, sleeping peacefully like a baby, but her brows were still slightly furrowed.

It's a pity we didn't take the opportunity to kill the newly descended god hiding in the Persian army...

Chapter 171 Holo, have some decency!

In the dimly lit, spacious bedroom, the black-haired patient, his brows relaxed, was curled up in bed, fast asleep.

The bedding smelled of sunshine, and the pillow in my arms was filled with the subtle fragrance of lavender, a calming scent that made the sleeper sink deeper into it, making their dreams even sweeter.

As he turned slightly, the black-haired patient's arms unconsciously climbed upwards, gripping the pillow tighter. His head, buried deep in the pillow, wriggled upwards, trying to find the best sleeping position.

The information perceived by the body is reflected in the mind, and the patient murmurs incoherently in a daze, with a sense of ease and comfort on his face.

So soft, so warm, so big...

Wow...it's huge?!

In an instant, the patient, who had been curled up on the bed, suddenly sat up as if springy, looking at the person in his arms with horror in his eyes.

Yeah, it really is huge...

Samael's strange gaze fell upon the pair of ample breasts, which were at least C+ size and were almost bursting through the disheveled clothes. He subconsciously made a fair assessment.

You devil! You bastard! You scoundrel! How dare you humiliate me like this!

If you let me go, I'll kick your balls... cough cough... it's a punishment for evil!

With purple hair and blue eyes, the saintess possessed an alluring figure, her face radiating coldness, and her eyes filled with murderous intent. She wished she could condense the surrounding ether into invisible knives to tear the bastard before her to pieces.

However, the human pillow, with its limbs spread out and its hands and feet bound by runes, was like a frozen sculpture, only able to stretch out in a humiliating position, unable to move even a finger.

boom!

Just as the patient sat on the bed, like a thinker, propping his chin up with his hand and lost in thought, the tightly closed door was rushed open by a rash figure. A blinding ray of sunlight shone into the dim room, and the sound of flapping wings and shouting echoed loudly in the ancient snake's ears.

"Samael is awake! Samael is awake!"

As his serpentine eyes gradually adjusted to the sudden light, Samael gazed intently at the harpy with eagle wings on her arms and blue fur on her head, who was excitedly pouncing on the harpy before the bed. He immediately raised his hand and solemnly held up one finger.

"Wait a minute, let me give you a question first. How many is this?"

"1!"

Like a hound obeying its master's command, the harpy slammed on the brakes and stopped abruptly, answering without hesitation.

Samael, with a serious expression, held up two fingers in inquiry.

"what about this?"

"2!"

"What does one plus one equal?"

"Teacher, I know! 3!"

The tuft of blue, feather-like hair on the harpy's head trembled violently, her eyes sparkling brightly. She raised her hand high and answered without hesitation, her excited little face full of pride, as if to say, "Praise me!"

"Hmm, as expected of you, Happy..."

Samael, the instructor, nodded with "pleasure" and reached out to stroke the head of the silly bird that had come closer, as a sign of encouragement.

Tsk, looks like I'm not dreaming after all...