Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The past, present, and future, all the events surrounding him will inevitably, intentionally or unintentionally, involve him.

In a sense, this is the inevitability of fate.

When fate was mentioned, Samael looked away from the battle with a guilty conscience.

Well, it seems that Britain's current state and the resulting hidden dangers on the surface are also related to him.

The blood of the lamb washes away sins.

The gods and heroes, in their flawless form, embraced Gaia and entered the inner sea of ​​the stars, where they slept peacefully in paradise, awaiting their return in the flesh.

Out of selfish motives, the ancient serpent cleared the names of all his old friends and threw them into the Starry Sea to recover.

They simply had a good night's sleep, and when they woke up, they were greeted by bright colors. A thousand years of loneliness was enough for him to bear alone.

Nero and Boudica, among others, were also present.

As a result, this laid the groundwork for the division between the Roman Empire and Britannia.

As for why Britain was unable to complete the consolidation of the divine era...

Ahem, back then, Avalon Island was the core of the struggle for the Covenant.

Gods, heroes, monsters, and humans—countless lives perished here, leaving behind blood, ether, mystery, and all sorts of remnants scattered throughout Britain.

As a result, some unexpected events occurred, which is to be expected.

Since everything started with him, it's only natural that everything will end with him now.

But with his remaining conscience and the goodwill he had accumulated from his past life towards the King of Knights' face, Samael would consider relatively milder methods to resolve the problem as perfectly as possible.

Anyway, this is the easiest task for him right now.

"To sing praises. To extol. To chant."

Ancient mystery, be extinct!

May that sweet allure vanish into nothingness…

Just as the ancient serpent was lost in thought, the fateful duel on Mount Ba, with the echoing chant, was drawing to a close.

The Knight King gripped the Holy Lance Rungomminiad tightly with both hands, the spiraling band of light converging to its ultimate form.

Its dazzling sharpness is extremely sacred, extremely murderous, and extremely cold.

"King's Hammer, Reversed Sunlight, Pendragon, I curse your bloodline! Arthur, I curse this name! Come, taste the wrath of the dying kingdom!"

The dragon roared, its neck raised, and crimson and black ether poured down wildly, changing the color of the sky and earth and dimming the sun and moon wherever it passed.

The dragon's breath over Britain, the flames of a nation's fury.

Previously, it was with this very attack that the British army that had attacked him was vaporized, and the light of Gawain's holy sword at noon was completely taken away, destroying Gawain's confidence.

This raging fire, born of hatred and resentment, will burn all of Vortigern's enemies to ashes; it is the strongest dragon flame capable of destroying a nation.

"It is the anchor of a storm that tears the sky and connects the earth, expanding territory, building cities, crossing oceans, and cleaving the firmament. Holy Lance, tell us your end! — The Lance that shines at the end!!"

The deified Knight King thrust forward, his arms outstretched, and a dazzling spiral of light tore through the turbid ethereal torrent, revealing a radiant light, as if chaos had been created and the world had been reborn.

The pitch-black dragon flames were mercilessly pierced through, their unparalleled sharpness striking the exhausted dragon directly.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

"boom!"

A dreamlike purple light shot into the sky from the bushes not far away, and after rising into the air, it exploded like fireworks.

The bursts of light, like falling petals or fluttering butterflies, instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"puff!"

The spiraling beam of light pierced the chest of the lowly king Vortigern, but by a hair's breadth, it missed the heart of the demonic dragon.

Knowing he was no match for Vortigern, he immediately flapped his wings frantically, summoning rain from the dark clouds, and the city fortress was covered by the sound of rain.

go!

In an instant, the demonic dragon grabbed the barbarian chieftain outside the south gate and rushed into the dark clouds, disappearing without a trace.

Meanwhile, Samael, having regained his senses, stiffly turned his head to look at the white-haired succubus holding a wand a hundred meters away.

"Oops, my hand slipped..."

The white-haired older sister, with an innocent-looking face, gave a perfunctory reply, then waved goodbye with a smile, her figure transforming into pink petals that drifted away in the wind.

Mary, you son of a bitch!

As the word "greeting" came to mind, a sharp whistling sound broke through the air from the top of Mount Ba.

The next moment, the spiraling band of light swept away the bushes, leaving behind a mess of white ground.

Chapter Seven: Be Normal, I'm Scared

Whoosh!Whoosh!

In the southern border of Britain, two blurry figures, one in black and one in purple, chased each other at an extremely fast speed.

Two strong winds swept across the wilderness, pierced through dense forests, and crossed mountain streams, startling countless birds and beasts along the way.

From day to night, and from night to day, it lasted for three days and three nights.

As the dark golden light behind them drew ever closer, the dreamlike colors just meters ahead transformed into fluttering petals, which, carried by the gentle breeze, scattered down towards the town below.

A beautiful older sister with white hair and pointed ears, holding a magic wand, stood smiling among the oblivious crowd, breathing in the air of the human world, clearly enjoying her journey.

A moment later, a handsome blond man with vertical pupils, wearing a hooded hat, a blue and white cloak, and holding a sheathed longsword, walked out from the dark alley next to him. He looked at his companions waving at him in the crowd, smiled nonchalantly, and had clear eyes.

"Forget it, let's call a truce."

"Okay."

On the long street, the atmosphere between the two sides was harmonious, and their smiles were warm.

One person moves forward, and the other moves backward.

"I already said I wouldn't pursue this, why are you running away?"

"Then what are you doing gripping the sword hilt with your hand?"

The two stopped in the crowd, glanced at each other, and exchanged awkward but polite smiles, letting their guard down.

The man, with his right hand behind his back, gracefully approached a few steps, while the woman, still smiling, retreated the same number of steps.

Yes, a pretty perfect casting range.

"Why are you secretly chanting fairy language when there are so many people on the street?"

"Could you please stop drawing those runes behind your back?"

The two, evenly matched, gazed at each other intently, remaining still for a long time.

"Tsk, business is more important. I can't be bothered to argue with you. We'll settle this score later."

Seeing that he couldn't outsmart this woman who was even more despicable than him, Samael twitched his lips, finally giving up in despair and turning to walk towards the tavern next door.

"Boss, a cup of hot mead, a serving of mashed potatoes, two slices of black bread, and a stew, please..."

After ordering from the bearded man at the tavern counter, Gu She habitually leaned back in the corner, waiting for his food and quietly listening to the diverse conversations of the other diners.

Since the Covenant War, the chaotic world has been brought back to normal.

Currently, Britain is in the 5th century AD. Due to the limitations of the era, the lower classes inevitably have limited access to information.

Therefore, what you hear are mostly trivial family matters and gossip among the nobility.

However, due to the comings and goings of travelers and the presence of wandering poets, Samael also learned some details about the aftermath of the Battle of Baden.

After the war, the Knights of the Round Table advanced with unstoppable momentum, essentially eradicating King Vortigern's forces in the North. The Saxon barbarians, who had suffered repeated defeats, also retreated and sued for peace after the war.

In theory, the Southern Orthodoxy, led by the holy city of Camelot, has essentially completed the unification of Britain.

But perhaps because of that scumbag woman, Meryl, the decisive battle, which should have been a one-shot victory, still had some flaws.

The severely wounded King Vottigan disappeared without a trace, becoming a hidden danger.

That damned nightmare!

Samael's face darkened at this thought.

"Ah, are you thinking about your older sister? You're so enthusiastic, it makes me shy."

However, just as the ancient snake was secretly cursing a certain despicable woman, a smiling white-haired head popped up, carrying a wooden tray, and sat down very familiarly, a captivating blush spreading across its beautiful face.

Those dreamy purple eyes exuded a captivating charm, like those of a young girl in love.

"Stop! Be normal, I'm scared."

Samael, who knew this woman's true nature, felt a chill run down his spine, and goosebumps rose all over his exposed skin.

Compared to the seemingly unreliable yet remarkably dependable great sage Merlin, the Lake Nymph Merry, the other side of the "King's Mentor," is far more "unapproachable."

Although the woman appeared very kind on the surface, she frankly admitted that she did not care about human groups, but only approached humans out of curiosity to witness human evolution, and deliberately turned off her telescopic vision to avoid spoilers.

Moreover, as a fairy of the same [Great Mother] level, this woman, Meli, felt even more uncontrollable to him than Aurora, the former fairy queen of the Wind Clan.

Aurora simply craves popularity; she is shallow and genuine. To monopolize that attention, she would not hesitate to incite her companions to kill each other or to poison the horned god Cornunos. She would do anything foolish for this purpose, regardless of the consequences.

Samael used this very point, employing both kindness and coercion, to persuade Aurora to obediently forge the Star Sword for her, thus becoming the most popular savior among the fairies.

But even now, he still can't figure out what that scumbag woman, Meryl, is really thinking.

Due to the wicked nature of fairies, she lacks empathy and it's hard to say she has genuine feelings.

Therefore, everything Meryl does is based on the idea of ​​"fun first," so it's difficult to restrain this woman with tasks or missions, and don't expect her to do anything worthwhile.

The Bashan Mountain incident last time is a case in point.

Tsk, of all people Gaia could have sent, why did she have to dump this trouble on him?

Samael glanced at the woman across from him who had shamelessly sat down and was enjoying her food with great interest, and felt a headache coming on.

Food? Right, why hasn't my food arrived yet?

The ancient snake came to its senses and walked to the counter to inquire.

The bearded shopkeeper looked at the traveler with surprise.

"It's already been delivered?"

"what?"

Isn't your wife eating right now?

Samael stiffly turned his head in the direction the boss's hairy hand pointed, and his eyes were suddenly reflected with a tuft of glaring white hair.

"Human food is quite interesting, want some?"

The lake fairy at the dining table seemed to sense something, picked up the mostly ruined food, waved with a smile, and appeared very familiar with the person sitting there.

Damn it!

Samael's blood pressure spiked, and his fists clenched.

Hard...

The fist is hard!

If it weren't for the fact that Mary's special constitution as a nightmare meant she would basically never die, he would have loved to chop that scumbag woman to pieces.

call……

Samael tried to calm himself down and ordered another dish as usual to soothe the knot in his heart.

Don't be angry, don't be angry. There's a long road ahead, it's not worth it now...

"Boss, another one of these drinks, please!"

Seeing that the victim was calm and surprisingly composed, Mary, having lost interest, immediately turned her attention to the food that interested her more and unceremoniously raised her glass.

"Put it on his tab!"

Samael was unperturbed by this brazen attempt to freeload, and a faint smile appeared on his face instead.

"I heard that the great sage Merlin left behind a very unique dessert here called Stargazing Pie? I'll get her one."

"okay!"