Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The magician, his face veiled in black, followed closely behind Samael.

Samael vaguely noticed that whenever he parted the spider webs and chased away insects and snakes, the breathing behind him seemed to become rapid, and the violent heartbeats were unusually clear.

Uh, she didn't go in, could it be because she's afraid of these things?

Realizing that he had been unwittingly reduced to a tool, Gu She couldn't help but twitch his lips, glancing at the aloof face behind him beneath the black veil, and shook his head helplessly.

Tsk, woman...

After walking for a while, the bushes, which twisted like the claws of a monster, finally thinned out a bit, and the number of insects, snakes, and small animals also decreased significantly.

However, just as Samael was about to quicken his pace, a fair arm reached out from behind and grabbed his collar tightly.

"Wait, she...she's biting me..."

The silver-haired magician, holding the baby girl, bit her cherry lips tightly, looking at the little girl who had woken up and crawled into her arms, scratching and crying, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Snapped!

Samael noticed the astonishing curves that were faintly visible beneath the dark blue-black gauze dress and raised his hand to pat his forehead.

The baby has been fussing around for ages, is hungry, and wants to nurse...

Chapter Eleven: The Confession of the Perpetrator Kai (1/3)

In the dense, shadowy forest, the silver-haired magician, after being subtly reminded by his companion, realized the crux of the problem and paused slightly.

Then, she drew fairy symbols with her fingers, took out an amber-colored potion from the magic circle, and dripped a few drops between the child's lips and teeth.

The baby sucked and swallowed greedily, quickly stopping its crying and falling into a deep sleep.

Phew, finally it's quiet...

The silver-haired magician let out a long sigh of relief, a hint of ease visible on his face beneath the veil.

The temporary teammate next to him, who had been stealing curious glances, leaned over to ask.

"This is?"

"The potion made with honey has the effect of calming the mind and replenishing nutrients for young animals..."

The silver-haired magician opened his mouth to explain, not forgetting to offer sincere words of comfort.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous. I used it when I was feeding those children..."

However, realizing he had spoken out of turn, the silver-haired magician immediately pursed his lips and fell silent.

However, what was said unintentionally was taken to heart by the listener.

In the darkness, Samael, a father with extensive experience, looked strange and muttered to himself.

I said, "You use this to feed your child?"

That reaction just now, could it be that she's never breastfed before?

At this moment, the "temporary mother" held the baby in her arms at an almost vertical angle, walking back and forth and gently rocking the baby, causing the sleeping child to furrow his brow and scrunch up his little face in the jolting.

"Stop! You take a break, I'll do it!"

After observing for a while, Samael, unable to bear it any longer, took the initiative to take over.

The silver-haired magician initially felt a sense of pride as a woman and was skeptical of men's ability to raise children.

But as the child fell into the nameless swordsman's arms, without any further movement, the little guy's pained face in his sleep quickly relaxed, and a sense of tranquility spread across his face.

The silver-haired magician had no choice but to admit defeat, his veil fluttering slightly as he hesitated to speak.

"My preferred position is the arm-holding method, which involves placing the child's head in the crook of my left arm, with my elbow supporting her head and neck, while also supporting her back and waist. My right forearm extends from under her body to protect her legs, which is more stable."

If I'm wielding a weapon and holding a child with one hand, I'll basically use magic to create a similar support.

Samael glanced at his temporary ally, chuckled, and offered to share his experience.

"One more thing to note is that newborn babies are too fragile and should not be held for too long."

Another misconception is that babies shouldn't be rocked around, and they should never be held upright, especially newborns. Their heads make up about a quarter of their body, and holding them upright for extended periods can compress their cervical spine, causing them great discomfort…

Although he spoke in a gentle tone, the silver-haired magician next to him had already realized that his actions just now were quite clumsy.

However, the woman's awkwardness didn't last long. She listened intently to the valuable advice on caring for a baby and subconsciously asked some questions that had been bothering her.

Samael got carried away and talked as they walked, telling them everything truthfully.

"You're very good..."

Feeling he had gained a great deal, the silver-haired magician came to his senses, his lips twitched for a moment, and he managed to squeeze out a genuine compliment.

Wait a minute, after saying all this, it seems like you're a complete novice when it comes to parenting!

Samael realized a certain outcome and couldn't help but rub his forehead inwardly.

Immediately, the ancient serpent's eyes flickered slightly, and it extended an olive branch, asking questions.

"By the way, my name is Samael, a wandering nameless swordsman. How should I address you, Miss Magician?"

The name Arthur, the Star Sword Master, sounds impressive, but it also easily attracts hatred.

Unfortunately, this title is a taboo subject for their temporary ally. It's best to be honest and change into their real identity.

Snakes lurk in the darkness, circling the world, destined never to be exposed to the light and widely known.

In particular, after the War of the Covenant, he burned his divine essence, relinquished his divine position, and put the world back on track. Perhaps only his old friends who had truly interacted with him would remember the meaning of his name and his past.

The silver-haired magician paused slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke calmly.

"Mogoss..."

Samael nodded slightly, his expression unchanged, but his eyes already showed complete understanding.

Witch, Morgoth...

Or perhaps she should be called the enchantress Morgan!

Morgan, whose full name was Morgan le Fay, was, in early accounts, the biological daughter of King Uther and Queen Igraine, and King Arthur's half-sister.

In fact, she was also Uther's unexpected successor, blessed by the mysteries of Britain, and possessed the rare and exceptional qualities of a witch.

If the Knight King was a meticulously planned and crafted "King of Men," then Morgan was a "Son of Nature" blessed by Britain, similar in nature to Vortigern the Humble King.

However, what King Vortigern absorbed was likely the resentment and anger of those who died in the Covenant War, as well as the hatred buried in this land, containing strong negative emotions.

King Uther and his successor Morgan received the blessing of life and fairies, and their attributes became more positive and sunny.

The two sides are like two sides of light and shadow.

In a sense, as the chosen "Child of Nature," her bloodline, status, and position as the "Island Lord" are quite high, closer to royalty than that of Camelot's.

However, with the fall of the divine age and the establishment of primate order, the human gods, as heroes of steel, will eventually build cities, tear open the sky, cross the ocean, and defeat the gods of nature.

Therefore, King Uther and Merlin ultimately chose the "King of Men" they created, abandoning Morgan, who was the other answer.

However, this decision also sowed the seeds for Morgan's transformation and the future antagonism between the two sisters.

Due to her mysterious powers, elusive whereabouts, drastically changing personality, and awe-inspiring witch qualities, there are countless rumors about her.

Rumor has it that this enchantress was not alone, but rather the three sisters Morgoth, Morgan, and Elaine, who together raised five children: Gawain, Gahoris, Gareth, Agravuren, and Mordred, and sent them into the Knights of the Round Table in an attempt to undermine the King's rule.

Samael glanced thoughtfully at Morgan behind him.

In retrospect, this was most likely Morgan's alias when he was on the outside, but it was demonized by people.

If I remember correctly, the knight Wang, a staunch supporter, slandered and spread rumors. The perpetrator, Kai, unintentionally made the following statement:

"She used to be such a good woman, why did she become so terrible?"

I was just about to say that she was as pure as a fairy and as magnificent as a female warrior, but she turned out to be as cruel as a witch. It really feels like there are "three women existing at the same time" in one woman's body.

...Well, at least she's the 'normal' daughter of King Uther.

Morgan's current state might be due to some kind of blessing or curse; he's probably another poor soul who was tricked by those two old men in the palace.

"I wish I could get along well with Artoria..."

Chapter Twelve: The Lake Fairy's Gang Crimes (2/3)

Moreover, based on the observations just now, Morgan lacks common sense about infant care and even has no experience with breastfeeding.

Therefore, this wicked concubine certainly wouldn't actually go through the process of conceiving, carrying a child for ten months, enduring the pain of childbirth, and giving birth to a child.

Otherwise, with five children, she would have to stay home every day to rest and recuperate, spending all year in postpartum confinement. She wouldn't have had time to go out and about, leaving behind many legends.

The so-called five children are mostly special artificial life forms created by her father, King Uther, using the genetic material of a specific bloodline and the island's mystique to bestow blessings.

That's why each of these Knights of the Round Table possessed extraordinary strength.

They didn't have a strong emotional bond with their mother, who, despite not having taken much care of them, had left a deep impression on them. Later, they all became loyal supporters of King Arthur and dedicated themselves to opposing their mother.

What can I say? Every sip and every bite is preordained.

As an observer, Samael, having sorted out his thoughts, sighed inwardly.

Here they come again! Watch out!

Just as the ancient serpent's thoughts wandered, busy gossiping about his ally Morgan behind him, a cold, stern low shout suddenly came.

boom! boom! boom!

With a slight tap of the dark blue wand, the ethereal lance shot out from behind Samael, precisely piercing and shattering the three black monsters that burst forth from the shadows.

But in the blink of an eye, the rustling of the grass and the violent trembling of the branches came again.

One by one, wisps of smoke, exuding death and ominous malice, surged forth from all directions, their bodies glowing with red and black magic runes, and they hurled spell bullets gathered in their palms forward.

"The sacred lake, the boundless land, gives starlight to darkness and nourishes life!"

At this moment, the rare witch behind him, in a cool and beautiful tone like singing poetry, chanted the fairy language that called upon the mysterious power of this island, her magic wand drawing several mysterious trajectories.

In an instant, the dark night sky, guided by the stars and moon, coalesced into a series of intricate magic circles. One after another, holy lances, imbued with magical power, descended from the sky, striking the densely packed areas of black monsters and shattering the enemy's formation.

In an instant, the dense barrage of red and black cursed bullets was detonated one after another, and their numbers were drastically reduced.

The sparse attacks, bombarding the light screen that resembled a deep blue lake, only caused slight ripples and could not shake the two figures on the inner side in the slightest.

"Roar……"

A cacophony of furious roars rose and fell as black monsters, instinctively aware that they could not allow the woman to cast another spell, surged forth from the shadows and charged toward the powerful witch.

Just in time!

As the battle resumed, Samael's expression turned solemn, and he activated [Arrow Protection] to its fullest extent.

Instantly, the long-dormant muscles and magic resonated and pulsed, and the ether gathered by the holy sword swirled and surged around, transforming into an invisible barrier that deflected the rain of spell bullets as the swordsman moved at high speed.

Even those fish that managed to escape the net were shredded by Samael's skillfully maneuvering sword.

Immediately, the man charged into the enemy ranks, his sword flashing brilliantly like a falling star. His figure was agile and swift, as fast as the wind, as aggressive as fire, and as unpredictable as the shadows.

The sword's movements are as powerful as thunder, as swift as raging flames, and as slow as a mountain pressing down. Although it is a sword technique, it incorporates a variety of skills such as spear, bow and arrow, arm shield, and hand-to-hand combat, making it impossible for the opponent to defend against.

Under the cover of darkness, sword beams shot out in all directions, like the shimmering light of a river or sea, the spreading and descending frost, or the flowing mercury... Beauty and danger coexist.

Wherever it passed, vegetation was destroyed, and the earth, rocks, and black monsters that pounced upon it were all reduced to dust. No one could cross the land behind it.

Without needing to say more, Morgan, a gifted witch, cast spells behind her one after another, providing her ally with magical buffs and protection, and taking advantage of the pause in Samael's sword strike to compensate for the damage from the mid-to-long range.

The swordsman and the sorceress act as each other's sword and shield, their subconscious cooperation resulting in an extraordinary tacit understanding and mutual enhancement.

"laugh!"

A few dozen breaths later, the dark golden blade pierced the chest of a black monster at his feet. Samael gripped the hilt tightly with one hand and mercilessly twisted it, completely shattering the creature's core.

puff!

As the blade was withdrawn, the last foreign object roared and shattered, turning into a pool of black ash that drifted down.

Finished, call it a day!

Having finally warmed up his muscles and tried out some of his previously rusty skills, Samael contentedly sheathed his sword and turned to look behind him.

A sorceress, wearing a crown and a black veil, stood amidst azure light patterns, holding a magic wand, like a goddess strolling in the forest or a fairy walking on a lake.

Lake Fairy...

The beautiful scene before him stirred Samael's thoughts, reminding him of another legend about Morgan.